This Story I Tell You Is True lyrics

Come stroll for a while through my mem'ry
And I'll tell you of times long ago
When we walked to school summer and winter
Barefoot through the fields we would go
I remember our little thatched cottage
And the half-door led into the hall
The crane o'er the fire in the kitchen
And the grandfather clock on the wall

Oh, the stout it was cured with a poker
And poteen they said cured the flu
The bacon it hung from the ceiling
Sure, this story I tell you is true

We went in the trap to mass, Sundays
And granddad he'd wear his best hat
The priest would recite from the altar
And the women in diff'rent seats sat
Matchmaking was part of tradition
And the rambling house filled up at night
When the tailor would tell the ghost stories
Oh, the children would shiver with fright

Oh the stout it was cured with a poker
And poteen they said cured the flu
The bacon it hung from the ceiling
Sure, this story I tell you is true

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I remember the sound of the anvil
And the burning horse hooves we would smell
When we passed the forge door in the evening
With the water we fetched from the well
We spanciled the cows before milking
Tied the horse to the wall through the shoe
His collar and hames his winkers and reins
The harness we kept it like new

Oh the stout it was cured with a poker
And poteen they said cured the flu
The bacon it hung from the ceiling
Sure, this story I tell you is true

For miles to the fair in the darkness
With our animals we walked with delight
When the wheelin' and dealin' was over
Everyone waited on for the fight
Now I hope that in telling this story
I haven't detained you too long
But there is so much more I will tell you
Someday in some other song

Oh the stout it was cured with a poker
And poteen they said cured the flu
The bacon it hung from the ceiling
Sure, this story I tell you is true
Oh... this story I tell you is true