[Intro – Bagpipes roll in, light electric guitar chimes, boots stomping]
Oh I’ve walked far roads and I’ve drank my share—HEY!
But my heart’s at home by the Shannon air!
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[Verse 1 – Lead Vocal]
I’ve tasted ales in foreign towns,
Where neon hums and the pints are brown,
They’ll swear it’s grand, they’ll swear it’s fine,
But it don’t hit home like a stout poured right.
Cold glass sweats, dark crown so thick,
Slow-set foam—now that’s the trick,
First deep pull and the world feels right,
Guinness black like a Shannon night.
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[Chorus – Gritty Male Choir]
Oh pour me back to Shannon town,
Where the stone floors hum when the sun goes down,
Oaken walls and a welcome roar,
You’re family once you cross that door,
I’ve drank the world and I’ll say it true—
There’s no pint poured like a Guinness in you!
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[Verse 2 – Harmony + Guitar Riff]
London’s pubs got history lined,
Brass and smoke and a bitter bite,
Oktoberfest—aye, loud and bright,
Steins like drums till the morning light,
Good times had and songs were sung,
But something’s missed when the night’s still young,
’Cause none compare, not one can claim,
The warmth of a pub by the River Shannon name.
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[Chorus – Male Choir (bigger)]
Oh pour me back to Shannon town,
Where the stone floors hum when the sun goes down,
Oaken walls and a welcome roar,
You’re family once you cross that door,
I’ve drank the world and I’ll say it true—
There’s no pint poured like a Guinness in you!
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[Verse 3 – Lead Vocal (proud, smiling)]
Ancient stones beneath my feet,
Worn smooth by songs and years and feet,
The walls hold laughs from long ago,
Every cheer soaked deep in oak and soul,
No rush here, let the pint set slow,
Let the stories breathe, let the good times grow,
A nod, a grin, another round,
That’s the rule of the pubs of Shannon town.
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[Solo – Electric Guitar → Bagpipes]
(Guitar lifts with a bright, dancing run
Bagpipes answer bold and proud, carrying the tune like a river)
HEY!-HEY!—HEY!
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[Bridge – Silky Irish Female Vocals- soft fiddle plays]
I’ve choked on the dust when the saloon doors swing,
Seen the London dives and the loud mouth crowds they bring,
Seen the bright neon lights of a big city club-
But nothing compares to the lads of my Shannon Pub!
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[Final Chorus – Full Choir]
Oh pour me back to Shannon town,
Where the stout runs dark and the hearts run loud,
From London streets to Munich cheers,
Nothing beats home and a pint done clear,
Raise it high, sing it true—
To ancient floors and a Guinness for you!
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[Outro – Pipes fade, guitar rings, crowd chant]
To Shannon! To stout!
There’s no place like it—no doubt!
