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the town, small and silent

felt no pity for Jake Sullivan

in his younger days, proud and violent

is nothing now but a drunken old man



Jake Sullivan lived all his years

in this town which broke him down

a former burly youth, who had no fears

only now to wear the drunkards' crown



i heard Jake Sullivan say

after a bottle of Whiskey brown

"i was raised to trust nothing,

but the bottle, and its yet to let me down"



Jake Sullivan's life was a mystery

to all who seemed not to care

but after hours of listening

i realized Jake's life was very rare



He had fought in the Great War

and served his country well

telling me he claimed to have sent

50 german souls to hell



Jake was born far from here

On an isle he left as a teen

this isle, he said he missed severly

this isle, an emerald green



His brothers were both shot down

for waving the orange and green so high

and if ever to mention ol' union jack

he'd only wish the brits to die



At the ripe ol' age of twenty two

he met the girl he'd soon to marry

and if you asked him if he loved that girl

"oh yes lad, much and very"



She passed on way before her time

this broke ol' Sullivan's heart

thats when he took to the bottle

to perhaps give him anther start



Jake Sullivan lived a poor mans' life

but never once did he shed a tear

and so in rememberance of Jake Sullivan

to you,sir, i drink this beer