A Sligo Lad

Don't piss off a Sligo lad
He gets mean when he gets mad
But when he's sweet
Old Sligo can't be beat

I was just a tourist here
I've been here for three long years
I'm stuck like glue
Can't seem to find my shoes

It's not that he's so great
He's no William Butler Yeats
But I see the wind in his grin
The sky in his eye
The cloud on his brow

He's like this crazy Irish weather
Ever since we've been together
I just never know
How the wind will blow
Like in a storm of the Atlantic
When you're warm it's so romantic
To be in the squall
I'm caught in the thrall
Of a Sligo lad

Sligo's not like Baltimore
Got this rough and rocky shore
I miss my home
When he leaves me alone
When he comes back I look to see
What the weather's gonna be
And if it's clear
I'm glad that I'm still here

It's not that he's James Joyce
But there's something in his voice
Oh I hear the gale in his wail
The draft in his laugh
The rain in his pain

He's like this crazy Irish weather
Ever since we've been together
I just never know
How the wind will blow
Like in a storm of the Atlantic
When you're warm it's so romantic
To be in the squall
I'm caught in the thrall
Of a Sligo lad