The Old Stand

West of Dublin, East of Clare
In a woodland in Limerick you will find there
Beneath a hill a place like no other
Once famous for its cream and butter
Now known for it's namesake song
Where you'll always feel that you belong

Shanagolden forgotten, and left behind
Says Tarbert and Glin, Limerick and Foynes
How can they ignore the capital town?
The people of Foynes and Robertstown
Just wait, they'll see we're bouncing back?
The Old Stand for alcoil, bia, ceoil agus craic

Off the main road, north of Tralee
Limerick go south, don't mind old Kilkee
In 'Golden you'll hear of An Cailin Ban
Stories to share from dusk till dawn.
Act the clown it'll be thrown back in your face
Gangsters down here you won't find anyplace

Seasons can come, seasons can go
At The Old Stand, the drink always flows
You can be filled with vices and sin
But mind the table, don't spill the gin
Few amoung us have gone international
Bringing you here is far more rational

Remember the sweetness of Shanagolden
Such memories in your heart, indelibly woven
And when you wind up in our land
You'll find what you need in The Old Stand

Balor O'Brien