MOVE ON.

AN IRISH WOMAN AND HER WAYWARD HUSBAND

Move on Mulligan would say

Move on don’t look back and

Yet he’d be off on one of his

Journeys into his past talking

About the good old days about

Him and O’Connor and the things

They got up to and how they were

The boys to be seen with and how

They’d be all over the place with

The drink and all and the girls were

Hanging on to their arms and you’d

Say and what kind of girls were they

To be hanging onto your arms and

He’d laugh and slap his knee and give

You the look he gave when he knew

He’d said something he ought not to

But there you are he’d say men are

Men and so it will ever more be so but

For you it was always are the kids fed

Are they clothed are they happy in their

Shallow squalor but Mulligan saw no

Further than his nose heard nothing that

Wasn’t clinking with glass and drink oh

Men my girls are they worth it you’d say

Putting the kids to bed makes you think.