Porterage down

The dark gross chapel

He stepped streets around now

Sales person mobile







Porterage down

Dark gross chapel

He stepped streets around now

Was introduced by a woman loose-limbed, slim







One woke up to a whitewashed ugly wall - whoosh!

Made worse by dirty postcards

Trapped in their town







They're embracing criminals in panicky hall

No temper for Fall group







I'll put you down

Porterage down

To the dark gross chapel

He stepped streets around now

Sales-person, mobile







I'll put you down

To the gross chapel







You were right said Peter

Dying for a smoke

But you shouldn't have said to the police

Jobs I do are little things

Like the chemist coming on insulted

They were as fed up as I was

Waiting outside after putting blame on you







Porterage down

Ask him! I am ailing

Porterage down



Then let us fill a bumper,

And drink a health to those

Who carry caps and pouches,

And wear the louped clothes.

May they and their commanders

Live happy all their years





Whene'er we are commanded

To storm the palisades

Our leaders march with fusees,

And we with hand grenades.

We throw them from the glacis,

About the enemies' ears.

Sing tow, row, row, row, row, row,

For the British Grenadiers.





I'll put you down