O-we-o-o. Six to go. O-we-o-o. Never gonna let go. . O-we-o-o. Nothing new. O-we-o-o. Don't believe it's true. . O-we-o-o. On a Sunday. O-we-o-o. All because of London.
Life turns. Time changes. Lost dreams. Moon changes. . Now bush. Now city. Eora home. No city. . Irish loss. Same dream. Vinegar Hill. No rhyme. . See the Judas man in red.
The boys from the village were festering sore. For a day on the rant with some music and more. They'd drink porter in Maura's way over in fore. And they never get drunk but stay sober.