I was trying to write a song for my son who plays in a new grass group but the verse went on a bit too long so I don't know what to do with it now.
For anyone with a bit of time on their hands, here it is.
Tom O’Grady
By Paulines7
Tom O’Grady wanted a lady to take to the village dance.
He went through his list of women he’d kissed or given a second glance.
None fitted the bill, some were too ill and some had even passed on.
Many were wed or out of their head, the rest had moved on and were gone.
Now Tom O’Grady wanted a lady and needed to find one fast.
He drove in his truck, in need of some luck and looked at the women he passed.
He rounded the bend and went to the end, got out of his truck in despair
And what do you think, dressed in pink, a lady was standing there.
He’d met her before, of that he was sure and then he remembered when,
It was in the hall of the secondary school, she was very pretty then.
Tom O’Grady doffed his cap and then began to grin. It was a long time ago
When he first said hello and would she remember him?
She gave him a smile then paused for a while as she studied O’Grady’s face.
She pursed her lips and wriggled her hips; his heart began to race.
In the school play she had danced away and stolen O’Grady’s heart,
For at the show he was in the front row while she was playing her part.
He’d caught her eye this good looking guy and when it was over they met.
But along came Bill Gray who marched her away. O Grady would never forget.
Years had passed but he’d found her at last. “Where have you been?” he enquired.
“I moved away but came back today, I’m all alone” she sighed.
She took his arm and worked her charm, he was smitten again it was true.
They walked to a bar, not too far, where he ordered a wine and a brew.
They talked awhile with many a smile and then he saw his chance,
“Rosie my dear, now you are here, will you come to the village dance?”
“When is it?” she said, raising her head. “It’s Saturday starting at eight”.
“A lively affair, I’ll be there and look forward to the date”.
An hour passed, she emptied her glass and said she would have to go.
She pursed her lips and wriggled her hips as she did on the stage long ago.
Saturday night, by the moonlight, Tom made his way to the hall.
He stood by the door and looked at the floor but couldn’t see her at all.
Then out of the park in the dark Rosie’s figure appeared.
She looked a treat and wasn’t it great she’d not stood him up as he feared.
Then in the light he came into sight, a man who walked by her side.
Oh what dismay for it was Bill Gray; O’Grady wanted to hide.
They slowed their pace and came face to face and as they eyed up each other,
Tom was mad and feeling quite sad when she suddenly said “Bill’s my brother”
All the years of shedding tears, thinking he had no chance,
But now O’Grady seized his lady, escorting her to the dance,
Hand in hand, ‘til they reached the band and then they danced together.
She pursed her lips and wriggled her hips, their love would last forever.
