Lyrics Donovan's Pub in Ballinasloe - The Irish Rovers

Down in Ballinasloe there's a pub you might forgo
Where all the locals gather for the drinking and the craic
If you're looking for some quiet it's not the place to try it
For anything goes at Donovan's Pub you'll have to watch your back

The minister and the priest their throats they like to grease
Drinking Irish whiskey 'til they're feeling in the pink
But come Sunday morning from their pulpits they'll be warning
Repent ye sinners all and give up the devil drink

They're pushing and they're shouting
And they're cursing and they're fighting
I've seen it all meself they put on a hell of a show
There's little doubt the devil
Would think it quite uncivil
Any night at Donovan's pub down in Ballinasloe

The sisters venture in for their tonic and their gin
They pour it into cups thinking no one's going to see
Each evening out of habit except upon the Sabbath
They're dancing with the devil as they drink the demon tea

They're pushing and they're shouting
And they're cursing and they're fighting
I've seen it all meself they put on a hell of a show
There's little doubt the devil
Would think it quite uncivil
Any night at Donovan's pub down in Ballinasloe

Malachy O'connor was near to being a goner
When his wife caught him kissing up the maid behind the bar
She let a mighty shout and she kicked him all about
And she threatened that she'd pickle both his jewels in a jar

They're pushing and they're shouting
And they're cursing and they're fighting
I've seen it all meself they put on a hell of a show
There's little doubt the devil
Would think it quite uncivil
Any night at Donovan's pub down in Ballinasloe

Sweet Annie from Ahoghill she runs the only brothel
She's lovely for to look at but she's crafty and she's sly
She idly sips her wine but there's business on her mind
Will you come into my parlour said the spider to the fly

They're pushing and they're shouting
And they're cursing and they're fighting
I've seen it all meself they put on a hell of a show
There's little doubt the devil
Would think it quite uncivil
Any night at Donovan's pub down in Ballinasloe

And there's old perverted Billy he likes to show his willy
To all the lovely ladies an act that he denies
But people here don't care for you see he is the mayor
And besides sure he does a decent job otherwise