They'll soon move him on,
yes dearie.
the beggar that bothers you
will shortly be gone,

and I'm going back
beyond the workhouse doors
down by the dockside
down on the Southside
mixing with the ******

some are flower girls
some are sour girls
some are
past the eleventh hour girls
some give
steaming mugs of Chinese tea
and
we're all beggars here
but it doesn't bother me.

All are pleading poverty
selling their sobriety
for
dreams across an
***** sea
I wonder if any hope's left
for me
before they move me on