Poetry Advent Calendar: 22nd December

It’s not quite a poem – but it’s definitely a Christmas classic. Enjoy! (And sing along here)



Fairytale of New York


It was Christmas Eve babe

In the drunk tank

An old man said to me, “won’t see another one”

And then he sang a song

The Rare Old Mountain Dew

I turned my face away

And dreamed about you


Got on a lucky one

Came in eighteen to one

I’ve got a feeling

This year’s for me and you

So happy Christmas

I love you baby

I can see a better time

When all our dreams come true


They’ve got cars big as bars

They’ve got rivers of gold

But the wind goes right through you

It’s no place for the old

When you first took my hand

On a cold Christmas Eve

You promised me

Broadway was waiting for me.


You were handsome

You were pretty

Queen of New York City

When the band finished playing

They howled out for more

Sinatra was swinging,

All the drunks they were singing

We kissed on a corner

Then danced through the night.


The boys of the NYPD choir

Were singing “Galway Bay”

And the bells were ringing out

For Christmas day.


You’re a bum

You’re a punk

You’re an old slut on junk

Lying there almost dead on a drip in that bed

You scumbag, you maggot

You cheap lousy faggot

Happy Christmas your arse

I pray God it’s our last.


I could have been someone                

Well so could anyone

You took my dreams from me

When I first found you

I kept them with me babe

I put them with my own

Can’t make it all alone

I’ve built my dreams around you.

Shane MacGowan and Jem Finer


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