Far Greater In Old Millstreet Town

His short clipped hair greying did show traces of brown
He bragged of his Suburb and it's people of renown
But his brow in a furrow in a perplexed frown
When i told him far greater in old Millstreet Town

Tall and broad shouldered in his early forties and built like a bull
Of alcohol it did seem he was almost full
By the look on his face i could easily tell
That what i said to him with him did not go down well

He growled of your Millstreet can you to me name
The people from there who are worthy of fame
I said in Millstreet famed people by the score
Far too many to name at least a hundred or more

He spoke with a slurred voice through a gap in his teeth
Perhaps with his big mouth an angry fist did meet
A well known pub brawler one from a tough street
With him i decided i ought to keep sweet

For with him i had no wish for to pick a fight
That would leave me bruised and bleeding and a battered sight
My remark on Millstreet had pushed him to the brink
Though he did calm right down when i bought him a drink

Every-time now i do meet him in the local pub
He brags of his Suburb and their football club
I listen as he boasts of his men of renown
And never say far greater in old Millstreet Town.