Tales From The Black Tower by Frank Callery published on 2021-07-20T13:54:31Z Tales from the Black Tower O the Blue Nun was legless behind the Black Tower And we finished two bottles in less than an hour, Then came the Mateus, the Bulmer’s, the Pils, The last of them all was the cause of our ills. Inured to the cause, you regret the effects For the revels, the cheap booze, it had you head wreaked! But you stayed with your pals, for the craic and the fun, And behind the Black Tower you hugged the Blue Nun! Chorus But you never forget the wild drinking, the craic And greeting the dawn on the flat of yer back. Or the search for the cure, the hair of the dog? The lotion, elixir, the sailor’s cheap grog. A dab-hand from the start, then it grew like a mission A battle by day — all those nights of attrition! You were swimming along, like yer old man, Begad! But you never saw it had gone to the bad. And you let the hare sit, the pint and its head — The first one today, is what the voice said. But it’s never the last, and it’s always the worst The one that deceived you and gave you that thirst. Chorus But you never forgot the wild drinking, the craic And greeting the dawn on the flat of yer back. Or the search for the cure, the hair of the dog? The lotion, elixir, the sailor’s cheap grog. Chorus And the Capuchin friars, they called that thirst ‘sacred’ It left the house bare and the troubled soul naked; Each year marks a milestone that you’re on the dry — It’s only twelve steps, but you still have to try. — © Frank Callery. July 1st, 2021 Genre Folk & Singer-Songwriter