twas a night of nights that stole the show that fell before our feet the evening did so call us in ... draw us neatly to the heat that gold... that amber gold of hate consuming so it did..beaten no retreat.
eaten from the inside ..not knowing what was wot the ale did its job what more that we forgot I nearly..nearly lost him me pal me bestest mate
so close to total hate i was a fear ... knowing not to hurt I left in hope ...a mist to fall away i wished its redness so revealing my love and so my hate
So waking in the morning .. my mind a little clear a fool he so did see or was it the beer I laugh and joke our foolish thoughts brothers to the end it takes allsorts me brother ...me tru.. true freind