Well [bad word] here for the gargle, not tae cop a blast,
Ye great thick headit ape, I’ll stick yer chin right out yer [bad word]  [bad word] lookin’ for your pound o’ flesh, but I’ve got nothin’ left,
Cause Christian Brothers & Brides o’ Christ’ve flogged me half to death.
Suck on this ye Succubus, your star’ll never rise,
Ye’ve the smell o’ death about your breath & bullet holes for eyes,
I wish that I were sober, the day I made you mine,
Oh pull the piggin door behind ye, thank you for your time,
 [bad word] #33; shower o’ pricks, the likes ye’ve never known,
Rake em, break em, Devil may take em, down to [bad word] below.
Oh as I set out on my way all naked and alone,
Guard my back, guide me forth & bring me safely home,
Geez half a life, a decent wife, my share o’ love & [bad word] 
And when I’m gone, the long & restful slumber of the just.
They’ll ride ye to the gates o’ [bad word]  drive ye to the brew,
‘til every penny’s splashin’ off the wall against your shoe,
Ye’ll get yer feed o’ spurs & a few choice feckin’ words,
Then its back to picks & shovels, cause that’s all they’ll let ye do.