Delaney's Gone Back on the Wine - Mary Coughlan

In a rundown little tavern, back in old Galway Town

Where the boys and me would practice every day

Over in the square amongst his cronies there

Big Joe Delaney’s mandolin held sway

Occasionally he’d drop in to buy another bottle

Until the day he joined in our strange song

Since then we’ve been together

One-night-stands and stormy weather

And after all the souped up cocktails

This is all that’s left to say

Delaney’s gone back on the wine

Too many years spent marching in time

Now he’s like all the other bums

Sorry, but so glad to be alone

He didn’t move out right away

Spent a few evenings just tearing out his hair

While all the kids just stared

And we moaned about who really cared

And when we were starry eyed

All good friends lapping up our style

But now, the blitz has hit town

There’s nobody around

There’s nobody around

Delaney’s gone back on the wine

Too many years spent marching in time

Now he’s like all the other bums

Sorry, but so glad to be alone

Delaney’s gone back on the wine

In a few years it won’t seem like such a crime

So, farewell lounge bar blues

I’m sorry but so glad to be alone