Head on down to the Porter House
A pint o' plain for your worries and doubts
You never know what you might find
On Monday nights there's music at nine
Pat the barman is there tonight
He's the one with the gentle eyes
Slingin' ciders in a green tweed vest
If you see him will you send my best
If it's not too busy behind the bar
And there happens to be a vacant guitar
Pat's golden voice will fill up the room
With a Christy Moore or a Johnny Cash tune
Head on down to the Porter House
A pint o' plain for your worries and doubts
You never know what you might find
On Monday nights there's music at nine
Don't be afraid if you know the song
To close your eyes and sing along
Try to recall who taught it to you
A grey memory that's suddenly new
You won't be alone in your reverie
In a country that sings to remember its grief
From the cliffs of Doneen to the streets of Nashville
A song is a song and it does what it will
Head on down to the Porter House
A pint o' plain for your worries and doubts
You never know what you might find
On Monday nights there's music at nine