The last time I saw you was down at the Greeks. There was whiskey on Sunday and tears on your cheeks. You sang me a song as pure as the breeze. On a road leading up Glenaveigh.
On the first day of March it was raining. It was raining worse than anything that I have ever seen. Drank ten pints of beer, cursed all the people there.
I met with Napper Tandy. And I shook him by the hand. He said, "Hold me up for Chrissake. For I can hardly stand". . The most disgraceful journey. On which I've ever been.
Billy ran around with the rare old crew. And he knew an Arsenal from Tottenham blue. We'd be a darn sight better of if we knew. Where Billy's bones are resting now.