In the heart of Mullingar, where the old rail trails wind,
Niall Horan takes a stroll, leaving city life behind.
With a Guinness in his hand and a guitar on his back,
He walks the path of memories, on that winding, rustic track.
Oh, the Old Mullingar Rail Trail, where stories come alive,
With the taste of Guinness and a melody's sweet drive.
Niall sings of love and dreams under the Irish sky,
On the Old Mullingar Rail Trail, where the heartbeats never lie.
He strums a tune of romance, beneath the ancient trees,
The whispers of the past blend with the gentle breeze.
A song of love and longing, in the twilight's golden hue,
As the shadows of the evening paint the landscape in deep blue.
Oh, the Old Mullingar Rail Trail, where stories come alive,
With the taste of Guinness and a melody's sweet drive.
Niall sings of love and dreams under the Irish sky,
On the Old Mullingar Rail Trail, where the heartbeats never lie.
The stars begin to shimmer, as the night takes its hold,
Niall's voice echoes softly, a tale of love retold.
With each step, a memory, with each note, a dream,
On the Old Mullingar Rail Trail, by the gentle, flowing stream.
Oh, the Old Mullingar Rail Trail, where stories come alive,
With the taste of Guinness and a melody's sweet drive.
Niall sings of love and dreams under the Irish sky,
On the Old Mullingar Rail Trail, where the heartbeats never lie.
So here's to Niall and Guinness, and the trail they walk along,
In the heart of Mullingar, where they belong.
With a song of love and laughter, under the moon's soft veil,
On the Old Mullingar Rail Trail, where every heart prevails.
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Pints and Poetry: Niall's Irish Tales
PoetryNot really a story more like poems! Most of the poems are love poems written from me to Niall, some poems are Niall's POV of him wanting to stand up for himself when Simon was treating him poorly, and the last 4 are the girls POV responding to a few...
