Из альбома: Gangs of New Holland
The wind howls mournful & low o'er the hole in his heart,
Left a note for his Mother to say he'd be joinin' his Da',
He said The Devils all pissed 'cause I danced with his daughter,
I were born to be hung, so I don't fear the water,
If he wants me he can chase me below the terrible sea.
There's a pinch of tobacco tucked into the sleeve of his coat,
And a dirty black penny to pay the old man on the boat,
He honours the rocks with a cruciform pose,
Singin' my love is like a red, red rose,
In a single explosion he's gone to the terrible sea.