The Galway Busker

Hail the Galway Busker
And look him in the eye
But don't pretend to know
What's on his mind
Drop a coin into his case
As you go walking by
For the Galway Busker's
Sounding fine tonight

High Street's always bustling
With the people passing by
The shops and hawkers
Peddling their wares
And everywhere the buskers
With their poetic rhymes
With their sweet music
Dancing in the air
(And you know that it can't compare)

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The fiddlers and the whistlers
They weave an olden tale
With melodies as
Timeless as the sea
Honoring the legacies
Of those who went before
But carving out
Their own identities
(It's a sound that you can't believe)

You can't help be mesmerized
By the tragic balladeers
And the life that brought them
To this place and time
They paint the picture
Of the last eight hundred years
And make the case that
Ireland's in her prime
(It's a fact that you can't deny)

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So keep them in your mind tonight
As you go roving home
Those troubadours who
Brighten up the streets
A small patch of cobblestone
Is all the stage they need
To share the gift
With those they'll never meet
(And the serenade is sweet)

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