Goodbye, Thomas Mac,
I saw you swinging in the back,
where the Spaniards built
the gallows in ’53.
The Limerick lass
had no pennies for his eyes.
She shed no tears for Dead Tom,
hanging there, on his taut line.
…and Nelly
drank all his whiskey
and she seemed pleased,
that dear ol’ Tom,
Mister Mac, if you will,
was slowly swinging along
from the beam.
Hello, dearest Nell,
you are free from ol’ Tom’s Hell.
Thank the Spaniards that lived here
back in ’53.
Tommy dared steal her gold,
and he got what he was owed,
his greedy pockets couldn’t hold
what he took from her
…and Nelly
drank all Tom’s whiskey
and she was finally free.
But, dear ol’ Tom,
Mister Mac, if you will,
was still swinging slowly
from his gallows tree.
A lesson for all,
don’t toy with the heart
of an honest Limerick girl,
especially if she’s called,
Whiskey Nell.
©️ Obol, 2020.
Awesome! I’m looking forward to the song! Even as I began reading I thought, this has a country twang to it… and then I read your notes lol
I think it will probably lean more toward folk, but I like the country idea, too. Glad you liked it!
Well whichever… still looking forward to it
Updating the post now!
Awesome!
CG…. I loooove this!! Listening to you brings a lot of good nostalgia to my mind. Thank you for that. Course… now I’ll have that stuck in my head all day, gladly.
So happy you like it! I’m really excited about learning to make music. Need some Elvis 🕶
Haha! Maybe so…