A rainy day way out here in West Cork
Every day here brings its own sun and rain
And a sudden strong wind can stop the talk
As we push past a wobbling window pane
(As we push past a wobbling window pane)
We go inside with our supplies all bought
From the town down the long and lonely lane
We get inside in time to miss being caught
We want to do things, not just there for sport
We ate some duck, or something, but not pork
Wondering where the name ‘Stroganoff’ came from
With strange reality free to distort
We then came upstairs with a roll and rock
Turned off the clock and went to work again
Sat 26 December
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