St. George's Folly - Baiting The Devil

I've been lost in a dance for many's a year
And I just want to find my way home
And I wish when you cried that I'd wiped up your tears
And maybe cried some of my own
But the drink flowing over, gin, whiskey and rum
Is baiting the devil, you see
So I say what I shouldn't and then I'm out cold
It's no wonder nobody likes me
And the doctor won't treat me
The bars, they won't serve you
A pint, cup, or give me my tea
The ship's taking water, it's time to set sail
For a man with no friends or country
So row and row, the ratlines are falling
My god lads, the barrel's run dry
And if we reach Cobh or Cork and the whiskey is gone
Stone sober, they might think me kind
I'm a natural Jim fighting last-season men
For the bold drink that catches my eye
Toss me out in the stocks, for the place we did rock
Not the drinking will be my demise
Someone picked up a rock and my face they did clock
Fuck you all, glad I drank your supply
Now it's time to go home
Was almost there and so it seems
That my feet stopped working an hour ago
The doubles are giving me spins
Leave me alone and I'll find my way back
To a hole in the wall yesterday
A better time, when the drinking's okay
Row and row, my head's not done turning
My god, lads, I'm seeing the signs
If we take one more haul and I don't drink at all
We'll be kings for the rest of our lives

Written by:
Sam Foster

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