The Pub That Opens at Low Water 🌊🍺 | The Wrong Pub Again | Holy Island

There's a road off Holy Island when the low tide bares the stones. Where no roof stands at high water — one lamp comes glimmering up. A voice from a salt-blind window: "Lads, drink up." "The Pub That Opens at Low Water" — a Holy Island ghost ballad about the pub that only exists between tides and the man who stayed for one more round. No clock above the bar. Just a tide-board black with brine: "FOUR FOOT ON THE GROUND." Jack Low-Reef Ned kissed his ribbon once. "One little last for pride." The landlord wrote in crabbed ink: "One man stayed for one more round. Let tide collect his drink." A hundred and seventy-two years passed. The lamp came on. Jack came walking near. Same blue coat. Same tarred cuffs. Same ribbon, black and wet. Same half-pint held against his chest — as if he owed it yet. Finish fair and find your boots. Or the sea will have her way. Performed by The Wrong Pub Again The Wrong Pub Again — because someone has to be in the right wrong place. ───────────────────────── 🍺 THE WRONG PUB AGAIN Strange songs from stranger places. New song every week. ───────────────────────── #TheWrongPubAgain #HolyIsland #Northumberland #SeaFolk #BritishFolk #FolkMusic #PubSong #Lindisfarne