My brother lives in Lancashire
And often when he’s out
He’ll find a pub for a pint of beer
Sometimes a pint of stout
He often sends me photographs
In WhatsApp so to share
But it’s not the same as supping ale
And really being there
But never mind it’s lovely
To see Olde Worlde Inns
Inglenooks and wooden beams
Log fires and other things
It really whets the whistle
Oh to loll in there
And sup real ale and share a tale
In deepest Lancashire
My brother and I have often sat
And shared a beer or three
In the moors there above Bolton
Nat Lofthouse in I’d see
It was his local Chapeltown
Great to see him there
Mike and I would greet him
Before we took our chair
My supping days are over
But I like a beer at home
Maybe a bottle of Deuchars
Or Alloa’s local foam
A beer at evening pleases me
I’ll raise a glass again
To all my friends and family
Till we meet again
Brian Fahy
18 September 2022