Donovan's Pub in Ballinasloe

Down in Ballinasloe there's a pub you might forgo

Where all the locals gather for the drinking and the craic

If you're looking for some quiet it's not the place to try it

For anything goes at Donovan's Pub you'll have to watch your back

The minister and the priest their throats they like to grease

Drinking Irish whiskey 'til they're feeling in the pink

But come Sunday morning from their pulpits they'll be warning

Repent ye sinners all and give up the devil drink

They're pushing and they're shouting

And they're cursing and they're fighting

I've seen it all meself they put on a hell of a show

There's little doubt the devil

Would think it quite uncivil

Any night at Donovan's pub down in Ballinasloe

The sisters venture in for their tonic and their gin

They pour it into cups thinking no one's going to see

Each evening out of habit except upon the Sabbath

They're dancing with the devil as they drink the demon tea

They're pushing and they're shouting

And they're cursing and they're fighting

I've seen it all meself they put on a hell of a show

There's little doubt the devil

Would think it quite uncivil

Any night at Donovan's pub down in Ballinasloe

Malachy O'connor was near to being a goner

When his wife caught him kissing up the maid behind the bar

She let a mighty shout and she kicked him all about

And she threatened that she'd pickle both his jewels in a jar

They're pushing and they're shouting

And they're cursing and they're fighting

I've seen it all meself they put on a hell of a show

There's little doubt the devil

Would think it quite uncivil

Any night at Donovan's pub down in Ballinasloe

Sweet Annie from Ahoghill she runs the only brothel

She's lovely for to look at but she's crafty and she's sly

She idly sips her wine but there's business on her mind

Will you come into my parlour said the spider to the fly

They're pushing and they're shouting

And they're cursing and they're fighting