Wedding - The Tossers

Over green mountain sides

Over fields where we lay

Over sunsplashed orange skylines

My dying lambs they bleed and scream

And I crush them with my boot heels

For no shells I can afford

And I’m off to Dublin City

For I’ve lost our room and board

No I couldn’t join the army

If I died what would we do

Me wife she is me sunshine

But she knows not what we do

To my dearest sweetest Colleen

Please forgive me for not calling

I regret you have to find this

The note that says I’m gone

I hope you do not shun me

Only ask that you forgive me

It was bound to happen as we both know

You know it had to be done

Take hold of tiny Kathleen

Take her o’er to mother Maureen’s

There’s money in the strongbox

Food and tickets in the car

Well, I can’t stand to see you crying

Nor can you to see us dying

Well, I’ve gone to to set it right

I know you’ll think I’ve gone too far

I cannot take this preasure on me

No one ever said it was in store for me

Well, I pray you do not shun me

I’m coming back my dear Colleen