The oyster palace dromkeen
It was the only place to go,
To meet a fine young lass,
You’d just never know?
The faces, that you’d pass,
Here, all the big bands
played,
The oyster in dromkeen,
Where nerves, were oft times
frayed,
Thin Lizzy might be seen,
And Brenden Boyer too,
With his show band show,
Some love would blossom true,
And marriage, don’t you know,
Courting couples kissing,
On their way back home,
Memories now gone missing,
Music now silent and alone,
It was a Saturday night’s
desire,
To visit the oyster, in
dromkeen
Sadly taken now, by fire,
No more the like, will ere be
seen,
The memories that were made,
In a place once filled with
life,
While dancing unafraid,
Found many a husband or a
wife,
As the fire slowly wanes,
Smoke filled memories idle by,
The oyster palace rose in
flames,
To us waved its last goodbye.
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