Lyrics:

See the raindrops start to fall, the man with outstretched hand

See your dreams unravelling and nothing goes as planned

Cabs go by and you heave a sigh as you dream of a girl long gone

And all you see's a cup of tea when the whole long day is done.

Cheer up, chin up, dry up your tears and stick your head in sand

Walk away and talk away for what's to understand

The house is cold and the roof is old, the roof might well give in

But we don't give a damn we've a slice of ham and a quart of cork dry gin.



Dry your eye when you start to cry

Lie down upon the settee

Light up your fag and you take a drag

And you sit and watch the TV.

Watch the sinners and the saints,

and the saints who fall in sin,

For the heart that breaks and the thousand aches

There's a quart of cork dry gin.



There's a ghost beside my window, there's a ghost beside my bed

What I leave behind stays in my mind with the ghosts inside my head

I lift my load, look down the road, and ahead, behind's the same

When I start to run I've just begun to go the way I came.

At half-past-four they bar the door and the pub it empties fast.

I'd rather stay than walk away to the shadows of the past.

I hear their song and it's loud and strong, but I know when they begin

That their serenade will quickly fade with a quart of cork dry gin.



(chorus)



Willy was a little wild and he shot his neighbors dead

The lad was bad, but the judge was sad

and he wept as he shook his head

'My boy,' says he, 'there's clemency for many a venial sin

But if this is true I sentence you to dine with the cherebim.'

'Well then, alas, it comes to pass that I must take my rest

Lay me down into the ground with a bottle on me chest.

I'd like a tune sung 'neath the moon by a maiden sweet and thin

And by my head when I am dead pour a quart of cork dry gin.'