Lyrics
A Pot of Fools ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ Lyrics © 2026 Maris S. A whisper rustles through the pines A shadow slips from tree to tree Old Sean stumbles, greets the pond For all the gathered souls to see A branch swings back and hits poor Liam He stands there swayin' like a mule In the dark, a golden glimmer ran Grab the lantern and the sack, you fool From autumn's start to April's end We chase the gold around the bend To the hunt, we're out tonight With sack an' stick an' lantern light It's like a curse, a wretched plight Nothing ever goes quite right We'll never catch the Little Man So let's drink a pint while we can A rustle 'neath the hawthorn bush Colin's caught within the thorn He crept along with a whispered "hush" Now his Sunday clothes are ripped and torn A coat of gray slips through the grass Get the sack an' be on your toes But Finnian trips and falls on his face And the sack has a hole where the treasure goes From autumn's start to April's end We chase the gold around the bend To the hunt, we're out tonight With sack an' stick an' lantern light It's like a curse, a wretched plight Nothing ever goes quite right We'll never catch the Little Man So let's drink a pint while we can A windin' path through brambles deep Young Mick falls an' he spills his beer A cold wind makes the bravest weep The Leprechaun was never here A sudden shout, a wild-goose chase The lanterns fade, the crew is done A flash of gold in a hidden place He's sittin' there, just havin' fun The night's near done, the whiskey dry A giggle from a hole nearby He laughs at us, so spry and sly This hunt will make the bravest cry To the hunt, we're out tonight With sack an' stick an' lantern light It's like a curse, a wretched plight Nothing ever goes quite right We'll never catch the Little Man So let's drink a pint while we can