Sad Old Stella
By Billy Bacon

I met an old girl called Stella
Easter Monday in Portrush
She was on a day trip from stranocum
And had stopped off in the bush
She had downed half a dozen whiskeys or more
And was not feeling any pain
So I walked her down to a local pub
Just to get her out of the rain
Then the alcohol popped the old girls cork
That had bottled up her life
Then she poured me out a story
About a lad who wanted her to be his wife
How her over protective father
Had put an end to the lads crusade
And how he had cut him to the quick
With a doctors scalpel blade
But she had cut him to the bone
When she said she would meet him in the pub
Not long after that reality smacked him in the gub
I said I know that fella
You are on about Stella
He runs the Anderson motel on the north east corner of heaven and hell
She got up and said i have to fly
As a single teardrop left her eye
Then I realized it’s so easy to lie
To break people’s hearts and make them cry
Young Dan had offered his love eggs
But she turned around and brokum
And regrets it to this very day
Sad old Stella from stranocum

A tribute to Dan Eggs

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