I stood in smokey Masters bar
Accompanying singers on my guitar
Kathleen, Bernard would sing aloud
Entertaining the drunken crowd
The hazy lounge stale with stout
Give us a song, they began to shout
Come on Kathleen sing this and that
When she sang they silenced and sat
The voice of an angel in Master's bar
To hear Kathleen they had come from afar
Songs that brought tears to grown men
As they sat fixated from seven till ten.
At ten on the dot the music would stop
As McMaster called time to close shop
The last song of the night ended with joy
As Kathleen would sing. 'Oh Danny Boy'
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