Tommy Makem Mrs. Rockett's Pub
As I walked out one evening near a place they call
Tramore
My legs were very tired and my feet were very sore
I was feeling very thirsty after eating salty grub
When lady luck directed me to Mrs. Rockett's Pub
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Here's a health to Mrs. Rockett and it's long she may
remain
To quench the thirst of travellers in sun and snow and
rain
Her porter is the creamiest, her whiskey pure and sweet
You may search the pubs of Ireland, Mrs. Rockett's can't
be beat
There were some men drinking whiskey punch and others
pints of beer
And some were drinking porter and they all were in good
cheer
And ladies sipping sherry wine, the finest ever seen
And an old lad in the corner, he was eating a crubeen
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The Pope may praise the vatican, the Queen praise
Buckingham
There's some may praise the Taj Mahal or a palace in Siam
And all the lords and ladies, they may boast about their
club
But they needn't think they've lived at all, 'til they've
been to Rockett's Pub
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