I was walking down the backstreets

Just in case of breaking time

All I carried was a bottle

Of some Russian stuff with lime

Corner-crash Christ an angel

Kind of non-earth Christian eyes

Like the famous snake tricked Adam

I swallowed all your lies

Oh sweet Peggy

You treated me like a whore

You are definitely no angel

Mrs. Peggy Lettermore

Took a seat down at the staircase

We shared names like people use

You gave my lips a hello kiss

And I shared you my booze

We kissed and consumed the liquor

Night turned dark and cold like hell

I said if you want my company

We can move for my hotel

Hand in hand inside the doorway

Where we went in to the bar

An old drunk played his mandolin

And his father the guitar

She said honey give me shelter

I can't stand those playing wracks

If you do this evening free

My hand to God, I'll pay you back

It was early in the 4.th round

The alcohol attacked

And the last thing I remember

She was dancing on my back

I screamed "this kind of love's forever

She said perfect for a change

Such a corner-crash in Galway

We can never rearrange