Treasure Island

Terence Winch


The Irish Riviera


I wish I could remember the names
of these two old guys I used to see
when I was a kid and spent my summers
in Rockaway which was known as The Irish Riviera
one of them played the fiddle the other played
the accordion and I think one of them wore
a top hat they just wandered in and out of bars
playing for drinks they were like bums
but I still remember how fine they sounded

[from Irish Musicians/American Friends, Coffee House Press, 1985]
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Submitted: Thursday, January 01, 2004
Edited: Thursday, December 29, 2005

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