Traveller if you're weary
And your burdens aren't to bare
There's a place in Hastings town
You can lay your troubles there
It's Thursday night you're lucky
They're open until two
John, the man at Harpers
Has a table just for you
Come on in and sit right down
Put you're tired feet to rest
For of all the bars in all the world
There's none that's half as blessed
And when the lights are dimmer
Then the music is unfurled
On Thursday nights, then Harpers
Is the centre of the world
On Thursday nights at Harpers
We'll get drunk and rejoice
Put away our worries
And give our hopes a voice
And when it's time to wander home
Through the empty streets we'll sing
On Thursday nights at Harpers
Everyman is King