- This Story I Tell You Is True -

Come stroll for a while through my mem'ry, And I'll tell you of time long ago
When we walked to school summer and winter, Barefoot through the fields we would go
I remember our little thatched cottage, And the half-door led into the hall
The crane o'er the fire in the kitchen, And the grandfather clock on the wall

Oh, the stout it was cured with a poker, And poteen they said cured the flu
The bacon it hung from the ceiling, Sure, the story I tell you is true

We went in the trap to mass, Sundays, And granddad he'd wear his best hat
When the priest he would serve from the altar, And the women in diff'rent seats sat
Matchmaking was part of tradition, And the rambling house filled up at night
When the tailor would tell the ghost stories, Oh, the children would shiver with fright

Oh, the stout it was cured with a poker, And poteen they said cured the flu
The bacon it hung from the ceiling, Sure, the story I tell you is true

I remember the sound of the anvil, And the burning horse hooves we would smell
When we passed the forge door in the evening, With water we fetched from the well
We spanciled the cows before milking, Tied the horse to the wall through the shoe
His collar and hames his winkers and reins , And the harness we kept it like new

Oh, the stout it was cured with a poker, And poteen they said cured the flu
The bacon it hung from the ceiling, Sure, the story I tell you is true

For miles to the fair in the darkness, With our animals we walked with delight
When the wheelin' and dealin' was over, Everyone waited round for the fight
Now I hope that in telling this story, I haven't detained you too long
But there is so much more I can tell you, Someday in some other song

Oh, the stout it was cured with a poker, And poteen they said cured the flu
The bacon it hung from the ceiling, Sure, the story I tell you is true

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