When the Moon
When the moon rises over the meado
And the grass is glistening with the de
I'll come home and find you softly sleepin
And I'll throw up and I'll pass out next to you.
When the moon rolls through the darknes
And the birds have all gone up to their bed
I'll be down at the pub with my buddie
And I'll kick all the teeth out of their heads.
But come ye back when summer's in the meado
And come ye back when winter's in the gle
For I'll be there and softly I'll sing for yo
If the IRA hasn't kidnapped me again.