Long before it was a Pub, it was Party Store
I remember those days, and so much more
Ernie Bernard started the store in the late fifties, here
You could go in there for candy, cigarettes, comics, or a beer
Art Messier took over, for seventeen years he was there
I remember the buck stopped there, it was quite an affair
Among those who worked there, these I will name
There was Mrs. Johnson, Mrs. Cass, and Jerry Mongrain
After Art owned it, a LaFave owned the place
Then came Hank, who took up the base
Time passed, and before long it became
An Irish Pub, but it carried Ernie's name
Ernie, the man who started it all, was my friend
I kept in touch with him, until the very end
I remember his wife Mina saying “If only Ernie could see”
“They made it an Irish Pub, there's no Irish in his family tree”
The memories I have, of going in that store
Every time I bought something, and came out the door
The comics, the candy, and the cream soda too
Now it's an Irish Pub, the time really flew
