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There’s a special kind of magic that only happens in a good pub when the right voice starts singing. “The Pub Singer” is a warm Irish-style folk ballad about the one person who can turn a quiet night of empty pockets and heavy thoughts into something brighter — the balladeer in the corner who spins yarns of distant shores, broken hearts, and forgotten wars until the whole room is singing along. Raised tankards, thick smoke, fog creeping in off the river, and one more chorus before the landlord calls time. Lay the song out, balladeer. –––––––––––––––––––––––– Lyrics: [Verse 1] While you’re shifting at the public house Banging tanks of ale Is it the drink that makes you merry The comely tapstress for whom you tarry No, the reason that you linger Is the harmonious Pub Singer And his melodious tales [Verse 2] You may brood about your empty purse And quaff a drink or two A lively call and roaring response Do much to heal your desponse The credit you can put your finger On the entertaining Pub Singer He’s singing all for you [Chorus] Lay the song out, balladeer! Play the favorites I hold dear! There’s nothing like a well made song To cheer my soul all night long! Lay the song out, balladeer! Play the favorites I hold dear! There’s nothing like a well played song To calm my mind ere I go home! [Verse 3] When the fog creeps in off the river’s mouth And the lamps burn low and blue He spins you yarns of distant shores Of broken hearts and forgotten wars The reason that the hours linger Is the travelling Pub Singer And the worlds he brings to you [Verse 4] Though the landlord’s eye is on the clock And the last coals shift and die One more chorus, voices strong Turns the weary into throng You’ll walk out lighter than a feather Thanks to that old Pub Singer Who made the night pass by [Bridge] Oh the smoke hangs thick and the floorboards creak But his voice cuts clean through the laughter and the reek For a moment you’re not the man with empty hands You’re the hero of every tale he commands So raise your glass while the melody holds Before the cold night claims what the morning unfolds [Chorus] Lay the song out, balladeer! Play the favorites I hold dear! There’s nothing like a well made song To cheer my soul all night long! Lay the song out, balladeer! Play the favorites I hold dear! There’s nothing like a well played song To calm my mind ere I go home! –––––––––––––––––––––––– Lyrics by Pantagruelradio Music created with Suno Cover art created with Grok Imagine If this one found a seat by your fire, leave a like and subscribe for more original folk and pub songs.