A sight to see is Martin, when he’s been on the town
For going on eight years now, at Nelly’s throws them down
He’s like a piece of furniture, with Guinness there in hand
There’s none could touch our Martin, he’s the quickest in the land
To say he’d drink a hundred, is nearing on a joke
He took to doing five of them, and such a little bloke
Cause humour spills out from his lips, quite dry to even rude
Still loved by everyone of us, this little Irish dude
At places like “The Oxford”, “The Vegas Lounge” and “Crest”
Befriended all, but always new, that Durty Nelly’s was the best
Where he could sit with JP – Lynn, Clare and fair Celine
That’s when our little Leprechaun, did change all shades of green
For his time clock must have broken, he sort of overstayed
And moving around the building sites, I’ll not get caught he prayed
Yet Martin met his maker, got caught there on the job
You’ve got two weeks to move your ass now, shut your bloody gob
Or we’ll put you in detention, it all happened very quick
So Durty Nelly’s Leprechaun, goes back to Limerick
I’m sure there’ll be a welcome sign, hanging from a pub back home
There’s Durty Nelly’s over there, you’ll never be alone
So remember us as we will you, at the time of partin
G-d keep you safe, we love you mate, céad mile fáilte, Martin
Michael Nissen
(the Publican)
23 July 2005
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