Bar I Love Remained

I met her here, at the 'Olde Drum And Fife'.
We’d court upon quart of the 'water of life.'
I gave her my heart at this old oaken bar,
but she left for a guy with a really long car.
Now the single malt flows like a river,
but not fast enough to forgive her.
So I sit and I sing this sad little song,
as another dram is drained.
The lass that I love has left me long,
but the bar I love remained.
Her name wasn’t Nancy, but oh, was she fair,
with her eyes evergreen, and her long golden hair.
Now all I have left is the gin and the rum,
and the empty barstool where she planted her bum.
Now the whisky won’t make me forget her,
but it’s making her sister look better.
As I sit and I sing this sad little song,
and another dram is drained.
The lass that I love has left me long,
but the bar I love remained.
Now there’s no use in crying alone in my beer.
My love she is gone, but her sister is here.
I ask the bartender to pour me a glass;
some courage to help win over this lass.
Says he, «You're not needin' another.
That’s no sister you see, that’s her brother.»
So I sit and I sing this sad little song,
and contemplate a change.
The lass that I love has left me long,
but the bar I love remained.