The Singing Corner Boys

The Singing Corner Boys

By Paul McCann

The singing corners boys of old Ardoyne

knew how to harmonise ,

they could cut out a song

like a choir of angels in paradise ,

but the peeler who walked around the streets ,

he wasn’t that impressed

with all the noise

and how they whistled at pretty girls in a dress .

You better stop this singing boys ,

he’d say , stop this carrying on ,

before the end of the day is through

or mark my words you’ll be gone ,

to a little place in Tennant Street I know

under lock and key ,

where you’ll be singing through the

bars in the chains of your misery .

 

Listen now boys

the peeler would say

Your names are all in my book,

but then as he’d turn his back

to walk away by hook or by crook

someone would knock his hat off ,

while another would steal his black book

and all the boys would chant away

with a sound that could really cook

You’ll never win , we’re here to sing,

we are the corner boys in tune

and with a smile upon their face

they’re were a crooning to the moon .

Molly Malone and

When Irish Eyes are smiling to everyone ,

sure all the songs they sang together

were the ones they sung for fun .

The night was theirs to remember ,

the rest of the week was to come ,

for the corner boys of Ardoyne

the party had only begun .

The corner there has all gone now

and the peeler is seen no more

but an echo there in the wind reminds us of the times before ,

when songs were sung from

the heart on a corner

from another time ,

because singing songs

on a corner boys is really not a crime .

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