WE'RE THE BANKERS


To the air of Christy Moore's 'LisdoonvarnaI'

 

The Bankers' must be the Ace of Clubs,
Two floors for Bridge, downstairs a pub.
Fifty quid a year if you're a Dub,
Country folks pay half the Sub.

Oh, we're the Bankers ..…. Bankers, Bankers,
Bankers ……. we're the Bankers.

 

We've sophisticates and a few vulgarians,
Russians, Poles, and one Bulgarian.
Carnivores and vegetarians,
Teenage kids and octogenarians;

Horsy types and Merchant Bankers,
Friends of the Earth, pigeon fanciers,
Scuba divers, Morris dancers;
Country girls and Dublin chancers.

Oh, we're the Bankers ..…. Bankers, Bankers,
Bankers ……. we're the Bankers.

 

There's engineers and steel erectors
Nurses, teachers, funeral directors;
Historians and political defectors,
Tax evaders, tax inspectors;
Civil servants, college lecturers,
Burnt-out sad-faced Tournament directors.

Oh, we're the Bankers ..…. Bankers, Bankers,
Bankers ……. we're the Bankers.

 

We play for the craic, for fun and frolics,
Hairdressers, professors, alcoholics;
His partner turned blue in a fit of colic
And referred to James as a 'silly boy'.

Oh, he's a Banker …………... Banker, Banker,
Banker ………… he's a Banker.


Like an undertaker, eight feet tall,
Dressed in black with his back to the wall;
His defence is deadly, you'll crash and burn;
He'll cremate your contract and hand you the urn.

Oh, he's a Banker…………...Banker, Banker,
Banker ………… he's a Banker.

 

Twice a week from the County Louth,
The Drogheda crowd start rolling south;
Philina, Deirdre, Aidan Hodgers,
Brendan and Christie,the Artful Dodgers.

Oh, they're the Bankers …………... Bankers, Bankers,
Bankers ………… they're the Bankers .

 

This man's sense of direction's a bit unstable;
He asks: "Am I there yet?" at every table.
Now he's on the wrong floor, messing up the session;
The Tournament Director's on anti-depressants.

Oh, he's a Banker …………... Banker, Banker,
Banker ………… he's a Banker.

 

(sad verse)
I'm in six no-trump, the proper place,
When Devious Dave underleads his Ace.
I let it run to my Jack,and now Disgrace !
The Queen appears and I've egg on my face.

Oh, he's a Banker …………... Banker, Banker,
Banker ………… he's a Banker.

 

(happy verse)
There's a pretty young girl comes here and plays.
She looks across to her partner and says:
"If my hand was stronger, I'd give you a raise."
Hallelujah, happy days.

Oh, she's a Banker …………... Banker, Banker,
Banker…………she's a Banker.

 

Now, everybody needs a break
To swim a mountain or climb a lake.
Some play bagpipes, drones and chanters;
Some win prizes as Ballroom Dancers.
Others go looking for cures for cancer;
But me…I just play Bridge in the Bankers.

Oh, I'm a Banker …………... Banker, Banker,
Banker ………… I'm a Banker.

 

So if you want to play Bridge in Dublin town,
Check out the clubs, have a look around.
The Civil Service and the Regent are fine,
But they don't compare to this club of mine.
This is a claim I don't make lightly:
The Bankers' is best and the craic is mighty !!

Oh, we're the Bankers ..…. Bankers, Bankers,
Bankers ……. we're the Bankers.

 

Lisdoonvarna: (Irish: Lios Dúin Bhearna, meaning Enclosure at the Fort by the Gap) is a spa town of 800 people in County Clare in the Republic of Ireland. Famous for its music and festivals, in September each year one of Europe's largest matchmaking events is held in the town attracting upward of 40,000 romantic hopefuls, bachelor farmers and accompanying revellers. The month-long event is an important tourist attraction.

A now-defunct music festival which took place near the town is celebrated in a song of the same name written by the Irish folk singer, Christy Moore. This festival took place until the early 1980s.

The town takes its name from the Irish Lios Dúin Bhearna meaning the "lios dúin", or enclosured fort, of the gap ("bhearna"). It is believed that the fort referred to in this name is the green earthen fort of Lissateeaun, which lies 3 km to the north-east of the town, near the remains of a Norman-era castle.