Queen Of The Bar

[Verse 1]
There’s a queen in Tralee with a pint in her hand,
She runs the Slieve Mish and keeps the place grand.
Knows every customer, knows every name,
And when Mary’s on duty, it’s never the same.

[Chorus]
Oh, Mary T, Mary T, queen of the bar,
In the Slieve Mish, you’re the brightest star.
For stories and laughter and plenty of craic,
There’s just no holding Mary T back.

[Verse 2]
She’ll pour you a stout with a wink and a grin,
And soon the whole bloody bar joins in.
She'll have half of Tralee laughing till they cry,
With that quick bit of wit as the hours fly by.

[Bridge]
So here’s to Mary, the pride of the place,
For that lightning-fast wit and the smile on her face.

[Outro]
There's nobody quite like our own Mary T.