Wes Pascoe - Guitarist & Singer

The music featured on this site are songs from Hair of the Dog and Pubcrawler, two bands that Wes was very proud of.

Should you want an original CD of this music, they can be purchased by contacting Pubcrawler directly.

"By Phil Coulter, This is one of my favourite songs in the world. It's about Derry in Northern Ireland, but nowadays it makes me think of New York."

- Wes

Whiskey in a Jar (mp3)

Wild Rover (mp3)

Song For Johnny

On a grey misty morning, we drove South from Dublin
Through the Featherbed Mountains where clouds kiss the turf
My first look at Ireland through the eyes of an old man
In the green hills of Wicklow, the place of his birth

The hills were aglow with the fire of an emerald
The breeze was alive with the wildflow'rs' bouquet
Not in my life had I seen such great beauty
As in Wicklow's dear mountains and valleys that day

We travelled the paths that he walked as a young man
The valleys and hillsides he roamed long ago
is life was the land that his fathers had left him
The green hills of Wicklow, the hills of his home

In the Vale of Avoca, I wept at the beauty
We stood on the bank where the bright waters meet
The words of the poet still haunt that day's mem'ry
There was ne'er in the wide world a valley so sweet

Now in scrapbooks and mem'ries of places I've travelled
The images always have seemed so alive
But there is one picture I'll keep with me always
The green hills of Wicklow, through old Johnny's eyes

I still see the places he knew as a young man
The valleys and hillsides he roamed long ago
His life was the land that his fathers had left him
The green hills of Wicklow, the hills of his home

Wes Pascoe, 1992
Written by Wes in 1992 following a visit to County Wicklow with my dear friend Neville's Dad, Johnny Stewart.