Song For A Balladeer

She said you may not be a poet but your songs might suit a balladeer To sing in lounge room of a pub whilst drinkers enjoy their beer For your's is fairly earthy stuff and not hard to understand But like I say a high place in literature you never will command. Your songs are for a balladeer and whilst he strums on his guitar He takes the drinking migrants to their old homes afar When he sings of birds and animals and the old hills far away And in them awaken the old memories that were going into decay. Songs for a balladeer she said just that and nothing more To awaken the old memories of the misty Homeland shore The lark high above the bracken is carolling in July And singing whilst ascending a small speck in the sky. Songs for a balladeer mate such is the stuff you write And though in the World of literature you are a lesser light I find your stuff interesting though it is old fashioned rhyme And suppose you might have done well back in another time Songs for a balladeer mate that's all your verses are And in the World of literature your type never get far I could tell you that your verse is good but then why should I lie But at least you make the effort and one can't do more than try.