

Prompt / Lyrics
[Verse 1] There’s a man in a mirror-bright coat at the door Says “I’ll fatten your fields Only sign here” Smiles like a fox that’s found the hen floor Keeps one clean hand One hand in your beer [Chorus] Rise You rowdy truth-tellers Rise Stamp that floor ‘til the floorboard cries (hey!) Hold your coin Hold your name Guard your eyes For the sweetest tongues belong to the boldest lies Rise You rowdy truth-tellers Rise [Verse 2] He’ll weigh out your worth on a golden scale Says “Your neighbor’s the thief I’m your shield” Turns friend against friend with a campfire tale While his boots leave tracks Through your barley field [Chorus] [Bridge] [whispered vocals] “It’s only a joke” “It’s only a rule” “It’s only a lock on the gate of your school” [crescendo] One “only” more And the door slams tight So roar like a storm Drag the hinges to light [Chorus]
Tags
folk, Raucous pub-room Irish stomp, bodhrán and low floor toms driving a fierce 6/8 gallop. Fiddles saw rough double-stops, penny whistle cuts bright hooks between vocal lines. Female vocals, chesty and commanding, stacked gang shouts on the chorus, big room reverb like a packed hall roaring along. Brief fiddle break in the bridge before a final key-lift chorus with handclaps and stamping feet., irish folk
2:16
No
1/10/2026