The Bollard

A stron wind blew across the bay

A word for happiness on that day

The workers board their trains for home

Their shirts were dirty and damp

And I stood there just like before

A nod from a stud or a smile from a whore

It all seemed so impermanent though

I think that it never will change

I went down the old narrow road

That leads to the shore and to

Sally's old boat

I went aboard and i rowed away

To get to the other side

And they all lit a fire on the beach that night

And all their troubles were out of sight

I just walked in and

I tied the boat

To a tree in the edge of the wood

And they all sang a song called the bottle of smoke

They blew their whistles...

Their drums they stroke

And the fair young ladies thay danced in the night

To the sound of the band in the flickering light