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Said goodbye to the night, said hello to the fight
Decide, whatever that might be
Scream in hunger with a head full of lice
Agony resides, right next to fine dining

No fun, my friend
I fell down just to reach the end
I spun around, now I’m back again
I walked a straight line, now I’m ’round the bend

My demons keep telling someone me I’m not OK
My demons keep telling me to go astray
Everything’s fragile feel like I might break
Fuck man I gotta stare this in the face

This afternoon was the color of water falling through sunlight
The trees glittered with the tumbling of leaves
The sidewalks shone like alleys of dropped maple leaves
And the houses ran along them laughing out of square, open windows

This time a bold young man, from the Banks of the Bann, not eighteen years ago
Well he sucked up lies and spared good-byes and sailed to meet the fold
Well I know the maids of Amsterdam, as fair as they can be but none holds fame in body or name to the arms of Judy Lee!
Go!

Magst du blauen Augen meine Frau
Augen meine Frau, Augen meine Frau
Magst du starke Arme meine Frau
Arme meine schönen Frau

Johnny was an Englishman, from Derbyshire was he
He had a wife so beautiful, had children one to three
He loved them all so dearly, as only Johnny could
And always did exactly as he should

Well the waves were breaking sharply
‘Cross the oaken brigantine
While the misty air came up behind
And the sky was acid green

Oh the time is near upon us, and now we must away, (away, dear Molly)
For our coffer’s lying empty but a ship lies in the bay, (away, dear Molly)
Now the light is gone from the sky, a single white tear it falls from your eye
And when the morning light comes will be the last time that I see the sun

I lie in centuries grove
Where the cool wind blows
Where the cool wind blows
Upon this stone plateau

Bless me father I have sinned
Bless me if you may
By the power of Jesus Christ
You come to me this day

Say the name, walking the sky
And we’ll never know the reason why
Eight men on a Battleford wall
Singin’ to the sun as the trap doors fall

Well how do you do and what’s your name
And where you from sir
Welcome to the last domain
Welcome to the Somme, sir

He was just 18
When he saw her smiling face
As she danced along the streets of Montreal
And in 1916

The anchor is weighed and the rags we’ve all set
Bold Reilly O, Bold Reilly
Them Liverpool judies we’ll never forget
Bold Reilly O, gone away

When all the lights are going down in the sky
And a teardrop falls from your sister’s eye
When the moon has fallen back into the sea
The scourge of the west has come for thee

Prick your finger it is done
Turn your face into the sun
Roll er out and spread her wings
The time has come for better things

Arr, arr ooh ay
Let’s drink cider every day
And we will get what we desire
And we will set the night on fire to show the way

Twinkle twinkle Cider Jar
Filled with scrumpy arr ooo arr
Wilkins, Palmers, Cranborne Chase
Pour it directly in my face

Top down, straight in
That’s the way you want to win
Head down, play nice
All the way to paradise

We feed the pit men
We bury our children
We stand at your cauldrons
Till we are raw and bleeding

The dogs are moaning low, the moon is in the sky
The baby in his bed, he gives a little cry
He knows the dirty secret we never pass around
We’re all just water on the dusty ground

The smartest clipper you can find is
Ho-way, ho, are you ‘most done?
She’s the Margaret Evans of the Blue Star Line
Clear away the track an’ let the bullgine run!

Do you not see sir
I am a walking soldier
And the night is growing colder
And I am on my way back home

When the night is cold and the hours are long
I think about good times now long since gone
But no memory pleases me more to recall
Than the night that dear Willy came out on a crawl

We are the men of sweat and steel
We are the men the world denies
So now we walk abandoned fields
Beneath these foreign skies

Hello my dear old friend
Good to see your face again
How is your little cell?
And do they treat you well?

Boys, I remember one September
Taking arms up to the crown
Beaten up and broken down
And the maid that Connaught gave us

When you’re feeling sad and blue
When it’s like the whole world hates you
Strap on your dancing shoes
The country pub awaits you

We pulled into the bar at a quarter after six
Sidled up to the table to order up the drinks
I wanna see you, Hottress don’t you understand?
Well I’ve been all over the world, every city on the map

We’re sitting in the corner
Drinking nineteen dollar beer
Meatheads are walkin’ over here
They’re kickin’ us out on the town

I saw the flash out in the moonlight
I saw my brother pale as death
I saw you hurry from your window
I saw him take his final breath

Katie, bar the door, the Devil’s here again
He’s looking for a savior, he’s looking for a friend
The Devil drinks in places you and I have never been
So Katie, bar the door, and never let him in

Yeeeeeeeeeeeeah
The Devil came upon him
Though we left him for dead
He whimpered and recoiled

Well you’re living in disgrace, now heaven’s in your face, turn to, turn to
When you’re down to fucking walking, your hands are in your pocket, turn to, turn to
And your life is empty and black
For all of those little things you lack!

Ah, we found her smoking merrily
In the Balmoral Hotel
And we knew she was our only
One-eyed Northern Belle

It’s a damn tough life full of toil and strife
We whalermen undergo
And we don’t give a damn when the day is done
How hard the winds did blow

Problem
Problem
Hey, you’re riding out through the day
You wanna drink on the way

The shadows play upon us, the candle flickers free
Oh brothers, hear me now
And when you’re drawn and wasted upon the wretched sea
Will you wish that you were back behind the plough?

Away down South where the cocks do crow
Way down in Florida
Them girls all dance to the old banjo
And we’ll roll the woodpile down

Oh, Sally Brown, she’s a nice young lady
Way, hay, roll and go
And we rolled all night
And we rolled all day

Samovar, you come to meet us via railway car
And have you really really come so far
You are the answer to
7 days of mortar, 20, 000 men

Cider!
Sit yourself down at the base of the tree
Join a tradition that’s older than you and me
Than you and me

The day is done and it’s been too long
It’s down to the pub where you belong
We know you’re weary, tired and cold
We are the sons of Murphy

Plucked from the finest of hamlets and dales
From Sydney and Bristol and Yorkshire we hail
Riding the finest of summertime gales
We’re bound for the Bay of Suvla

When Eve was in the garden
She plucked an apple fair
She pressed it into cider
And gave her mate his share

A recruiting sergeant came our way
From an inn near town at the close of day
He said my Johnny you’re a fine young man
Would you like to march along behind a military band

Oh, there is a flash packet
Flash packet of fame
She hails from New York
And the Dreadnought’s her name

Well my name is Ray from Rodney
And sure I’m here to tell ye
The day we had a ring a ding ding
The day I got my pilot wings

Safe under covers tonight, your face’s happy and bright
There by the old fire light it is warm
But we are the darkening clouds, we are the gathering swarm
We are, we are the storm