|'Tis true the lass was quite naive
His ev'ry word she did believe
"I'm leavin' work, Clare, won't be late
I should be home, I'm sure, by eight."
But on the way from work to there
"I'll stop by quick, a drink to share"
He told himself so many days
But found himself lost in a haze.
"Ol' Paddy, boy, it's time to close"
The barkeep said, "right on the nose
It's two o'clock and you must go
Be careful, laddy, take it slow."
Another supper down the drain
Another night of lonely's pain
Another hope gone unfulfilled
'Cause Paddy once again's distilled.
Although she wasn't one to drink
He drove her close, right to the brink
She chose instead to take her leave
For now no longer's Clare naive.
And now it's Erin's turn to wait
Expectin' Paddy, sharp, at eight
And she's home cookin', cleanin', frettin'
When Paddy's playin', flirtin', drinkin'.
[This message has been edited by dsnyder (edited 12-09-1999).]