Gem on O'Connell St.

In the corner with a lager in hand
Gentle manner, silky voice, 
What dreamy emerald eyes.
Those lilting roll of his tongue 
Oh what music to my ears.

Smirking to the tales
Humming to the music
Oh that silken tone vibrates.
That gentle smirk,
Could just be the end of me.

The boy from the land of gaeltacht
My little secret from the pale.