One More Round For Seamus

We gathered last night at McGowan's old place
His photo still hangs in the usual space
Seamus O'Shea with a pint in his hand
The heart of the crowd and the soul of the band

So raise up your glass to the stories he told
To the jokes and the jigs and the brave and the bold
Through laughter and tears we remember his name
One more round for Seamus and may we do the same

He'd curse at the darts and he'd cheat at the pool
He taught every lad how to break every rule
But when times were hard he was always first there
With a flask in his coat and a word full of care

Now the barstool sits cold where he once held the floor
And the fire burns softer than ever before
But when the pipes play we still hear his cheer
A voice in the smoke saying "Pour one more here!"

So raise up your glass to the life that he led
To the words that he meant and the tears that we shed
Here's to the laughter the music the flame
One more round for Seamus and may we do the same

So raise up your glass to the roads that he roamed
To the songs that he sang and the friends he called home
Here's to the mischief the mercy the flame
One more round for Seamus and may we do the same

To Seamus O'Shea slán mo chara