Under the Willow I Weep





Pour me a pint of Guinness,

Make it a pint for two.

I wanna take one down to the willow tree,

Thats all I want to do.

I wanna visit my ole buddy,

and run the dirt thru my hand.

Have that tear drop from my cheek bone,

and watch it fall to the land.

Guinness I miss you my good buddy,

I miss you with all my might.

When those moments come and then they go,

I can smile cause I know you’re all right.

So, rest those weary bones my good friend,

Rest and go to sleep.

You know where you can find me,

Under the Willow is Where I Weep.

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