In the company of friends far and near,

We sat in our places,

With bright shiny faces,

And I penned this doggerel from fear.

Didn't stop to drink any beer,

Had good food at Clancys',

Then joined in the dances,

Best time I've had all year.

And it wasn't because of the beer.

It was to take part,

And not have faint heart,

And sit at the front - not the rear!

Compared to the Treasure Hunt,very near

Lots of food and plenty to eat,

Very friendly Americans for us to meet,

Is Tom paying, no fear.

To sample the food and the beer,

I thought I was able,

To dance on the Table

But sadly ended up on my rear.

Though I was already loaded with beer,

I sat through Toms' spiel,

Partook of a meal,

But I still wasn't thinking too clear.

Hoping for a good pint of beer.

They bought me a Guinness,

I knew I'd not finish,

So I passed it to Ed who was near.

I was late, but Tom I didn't fear,

I've got it on Tape,

His guilty little jape,

Besides I'll just buy him a beer.

In company full of good cheer,

We guessed at the route,

And made it by fluke,

With the intention of drinking some beer,

But the Brewer at the Shops,

Had forgotten the Hops,

So the pints were extremely queer.