A cheeky Northern pub ballad about one pint, one lass, and one unforgettable night.
She came swingin’ in with boots untied... and nothing was ever the same.
Set in a village with heart, trouble, and just enough charm to make a man stay.

[LYRICS]

To town I came with no plan grand  
For peace, a pint, and village band.  
Took the lane for quiet grace  
Then Maggie tore up the place.

This lass Maggie came swingin’ through,  
With boots untied and trouble due.  
She gave the room her greetin’ glance,  
A nod, a wink, a half-done dance-

She caught my eye and held it still,  
A stranger’s face, a fresher thrill.  
She looked me over, head to heel,  
Then wandered up to strike a deal.

She laughed like sin and danced like grace,  
No thought, no pause, no savin’ face.  
One wink, one cheer, and all gave chase-
Then Maggie tore up the place.

I thought it banter, light and plain-
A village flirt, a drinkin’ game.  
A wee bit more than I’d ignore,  
As grins gave way to something more.

She laughed like sin and danced like grace,  
No thought, no pause, no savin’ face.  
One wink, one cheer, and all gave chase-
Then Maggie tore up the place.

Turns out this lass, all boots and flair,  
Spends her days with chalk and stare.  
A teacher wranglin’ bairns and lads,  
Who swaps the bell for pints and chats.

P’rhaps my peace was wrongly sought-
A bit o’ wild is what I ought.  
If trouble wears a smile that wide,  
I’ll chase it 'til she’s by my side.

So Maggie, lass, don’t slip away-
I reckon I’ll make home and stay.

She laughed like sin and danced like grace,  
No thought, no pause, no savin’ face.  
One wink, one cheer, and all gave chase-
Then Maggie tore up the place.

She laughed like sin and danced like grace,  
No thought, no pause, no savin’ face.  
One wink, one cheer, and all gave chase-
Then Maggie tore up the place.
  
O Maggie, lass, don’t slip away-
I reckon I’ll make home and stay.

When the Lass Maggie Tore Up the Place – A Pub Tale of Pints, Trouble and Grace

An acoustic neofolk retelling of the original jazz song “Double It Up, Barkeep!”, now reborn as a cheeky, bittersweet pub tale between two voices: a seasoned pourer and a younger lad just learning the cost of a wink.

This version trades sax for strings, swing for stomp, but keeps the heart of the tale alive.

Set in a tavern where laughter masks longing, and each pint comes with a story; This duet blends folk storytelling, lyrical banter, and warm harmonies in a timeless way.

🎙️ Covers welcomed.
Please credit the title and original adaptation note in any reposts or performances.

[LYRICS]

"Mind yourself, lad… some pours go straight to the heart."

I called for a top-up, pint near dry,
Me thoughts in knots, me throat gone shy.
She walked in smilin’, sharp as gin-
And blast me soul - she did me in.

Watch close, son, don’t leap so fast,
A wink like hers may never last.
They shine like stars, then fade to gray,
So guard your heart, or rue the day.

Top it again, mate, pour it stout!
Top it again, mate, no room for doubt
I’m swimmin’ deep, with no retreat—
A pint, a glance, swept off me feet.

She’s a riddle wrapped in cider spice,
With lips that burn and eyes that slice.
She blinked just once, and that was all-
I ain’t slept since the leaves did fall.

I carved her name where pints still lay
Thought I’d be hers, come break of day.
But now I pour for lads like you,
Who chase the thrill and call it true.

Top it again, mate, pour it neat!
Top it again, mate, can’t take defeat
She’s trouble wrapped in silk and song-
But, lad, I’d chase her all night long.

She danced like wind, all mischief made.
She’ll steal your tune and leave it played.
Her voice was soft, but sharp as slate.
And you’ll learn that - a wink too late.

Still I can’t quit, nor would I dare-
Her laugh still rings from halfway there.
She’s storms and song and bittersweet,
And I’ll go down with dancing feet.

Top it again, mate, pint or two!
Top it again, mate, she’ll make a fool of you
I know the tales, I’ve heard the spiel—
But some old aches are worth the feel.

"Aye lad… some pour their hearts, some spill 'em."

Top It Again, Mate – Neofolk Ballad in Duet (Lyrics Below)

A fast-paced folk duet adaptation of the original jazz number “Table for Two... and Trouble.”

In this cheeky, boots-thumping version, a male and female voice swap flirtation and fire across a dinner date that turns delightfully disastrous. Set to pub stomp and fiddle flair, it’s a ballad of charm, challenge, and spilled pints — where no plan survives the first course.

[LYRICS]

Careful where you sit, mate — some courses come with claws.

You walked in late, all lips and flame,
I stood up straight, forgot me name.
You ordered red, your eyes caught mine—
I knew right then, this ain’t just wine.

You lost your tongue, I cracked a grin,
You brought the nerves, I brought the sin.
You tugged your tie, I crossed my leg
You blinked twice fast, I made you beg.

Table for two... and trouble,
We toast, we tease, we double.
We sip, we scheme, we steal the show,
Who pays? Who stays? Ah, let it flow!

You tapped your heel, you tossed your hair,
This meal was war, not silverware.
You asked for spice, I braced for heat,
You stirred the pot, I missed my beat.

You tossed your jokes, I raised the stakes,
You slipped, I danced through all your fakes.
You called it charm, I called it game,
This supper came with no true name.

Table for two... and trouble,
We burn through rounds, no bubble.
We laugh too loud, the glasses clink,
No time to breathe, no time to think.

You brought the fire.
I brought the match.
You cracked my calm —
I struck the latch.
You called it fate.
I called it flair.
You kicked my chair.
You liked the dare.

I said dessert?
You said, "Why not?"
I spilled the pint,
You kissed the spot.
I called for more,
You leaned in close—
And down we went, from tease to toast.

Table for two... and trouble!
We danced, we dashed, no double.
The tab was steep, but worth the thrill—
We never split, but oh, we spill!

Next time... dine with your guard down, hun.
And don’t forget — dessert’s just begun.

Table for Two... and Trouble - Neo Folk Duet Adaptation (Lyrics Below)

I’ve always lived at the crossroads of music and poetry — where feeling becomes form, and melody turns memory into meaning. Whether it’s a lingering jazz note, a well-placed rhyme, or a shift in tempo that tells a deeper story, I’m drawn to that quiet magic where art reflects life with a little more style.

My roots are in classic music — the kind that doesn’t chase the moment but lingers with you long after the last note. Over time, that love expanded into poetry writing and jazz — especially the kind that swings, speaks, and smirks all at once. Jazz, to me, isn’t just a genre; it’s a personality. A conversation. A little tilt of the head and a grin that knows more than it says.

When I set out to create an album, it’s rarely just a collection of songs. I approach it like a personal playlist — one that drifts and flows as if the entire tracklist were one long, uninterrupted piece. Each track leans into the next, shifting mood, pace, or voice, but always carrying the same thread of feeling. I want you to listen the way I do — not as a shuffle of moments, but as a cinematic arc. One breath that lasts an hour.

Lyrically, my work is rooted in lived experience. Sometimes it’s obvious. Other times it’s just the skeleton of a memory, dressed up in wit, irony, or longing. I draw from real-life events, then let the poet in me twist, stretch, or sweeten them to taste. Depending on the tone of the album — playful, romantic, nostalgic, or something in between — I try to keep the emotional truth intact while giving it a fresh coat of creativity. A little humor where it fits. A deeper dive where it hurts.

My newest jazz album continues this tradition — short-lined swing tracks, conversational duets, and tongue-in-cheek storytelling. It’s an homage to late-night alleyway ballads, rooftop serenades, and train station goodbyes — all bound together with a sense of charm and cohesion. Each song is its own little scene, but together they tell a story — one you can revisit with each replay.

Thanks for stopping by my profile. I hope you find something that earns a spot on your repeat-play list — a melody, a lyric, or a moment that feels like it was written just for you.

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