No yelling or shouting or looking for fight.
I’ll fix all my business, then have a few ales
And coast along steady and stick to the rails.
First perhaps’ just a couple my throat’s pretty dry
I think that clock’s wrong the time seems to fly.
By jove’ It’s peaceful and cosy in here
I know I’ll be right if I just stick to beer.
Look at that ape’ He’s trying to sing
The way he is acting he thinks he is Being.
I’ll give them something I know they’ll enjoy
A couple of verses of “Oh, Danny Boy.”
To Hell with the lot, no brains at all
I’ll drink on my own, at nobody’s call
Just meditate calmly and get things out straight
And attend to that business before it’s too late.
Hell’ Am I sick? I’m all of a shake
There the Devil am I? What a place to awake
Can’t seem to remember and the ground’s pretty hard
Fancy finishing up here in Bill’s Slaughter yard.
Half a bottle of rum that’s all I have got’
Not even a penny a man should be shot.
A week’s growth of whiskers and pants that are torn
What happened this tine? !wish I’d never been born. ~:
The sun’s sinking redly behind the stark hills,
And dread night draws on slowly with It’s horrors and ills
Where will I finish? I don’t seem to know,
In the grip of the grog it’s downhill I’ll go.
Till desperate, lonely and poor as a crow
I heard of Alcoholics Anonymous and gave it a go.
Now I live day by day, a new life’s begun
For an alcoholic misfit, who lived on the run