Ode To Four Green Fields, Rip, In Royal Oak, Michigan - Poem by Joe Rosochacki
Four Green Fields has closed
That is why I write this ode
For year Joe Borkowski and I
We entertained many a gal and many a guy
After I played bass behind Pat McDunn and the Gaels
Who sung Irish tunes and told many Irish tales
Some were short and some were tall
In this Beaumont Hospital strip mall
Pat was popular at one time in his day
So were we at one time in the same way.
It was packed on Thursdays when we did perform
We were of Polish background, and for entertainers,
- who sang in Irish pubs, that was not the norm.
We were witness to odd things in the bar, things not that smart,
Such as a person who wanted get stuck with a dart.
There were many people who got engaged
Some of the people were deranged
But most of all it was,
A good place to have beer, food your favorite adult beverage,
Some waitresses were caught, buy a sting, serving minors who were underage.
But usually all was well in this pub,
Outside Royal Oak downtown, S/W 13 Mile and Woodward, which was one a many hub.
So farewell Woodbridge Tavern, Hurling Green, Deacon Brodie's Tavern
- and Four Green Fields, I'll see you later in the song Fiddler's Green*.
Joe and I'll entertaining crowds and talking and meeting people that we have seen.
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