where irish winds had blown
suggesting i hadnt bent
to begin against a fin

and the way they hid the hen
laying jen down on the streets
corners with, and lights went

she'd have been better ought
she'd have been better ought

where irish winds had blown
suggest to me whiles
where irish gams told of him

poor old jen down on kev

im gonna make you are hurt today jenna

the turns, the burns
the tickets and the taxes
every time the lens would show
poor old jen headed off to kevins snows

lunch kendall?