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London my old companion, who never bought a round by Niall McNamee

In the park where Michael’s roof sits I woke with a weary head For ‘‘twas past London sunrise when Shoulders hit the bed With the stink of last nights wandering I walked to stretch my size And the memories of this old town Flew and poked me in the eyes Smokey water from the taps Every lanes a city frown London my old companion Who never bought a round That’s the Lane I woke up dazy I’d taking quite the punch Bastards robbed grandads watch and the money for me lunch And the hospital on the corner Was where I woke again Fighting thoughts from angles And trying to find my friend Smokey water from the taps Every lanes a city frown London my old companion Who never bought a round For the night and day that’s in it I danced and bought the round And I sang for old Ireland Then knocked the glasses down Not for peace but for the story The romance not the length Walking like Richard Harris Without charm without the strength Then reminded by a shops street I was near the door Of a stranger from past life Who I had loved before Then she popped up by the counter As if jumping from my mind And I froze as a statue Stood in silence far behind I had always thought to see her Would turn to dust my teeth But in the shop on the corner Joy to see her breath And I’d like to hear her story No talk of what went wrong Just to sign ceasefire papers And thank her for the songs Sent Smokey water from the taps Every lanes a city frown London my old companion Who never bought a round