When these shoes were new it was “how do you do”
It was whisky and telling our tales
And when my shirt was clean I was there to be seen
I had clear eyes and my smile never failed
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All of my brothers I met on the way
They were drinking by night
They were drinking by day
Ah restore to my eyes
What was clear and was bright
Honey take me out drinking tonight
Honey take me out drinking tonight
Bluebells and matches and stains on the table,
Ah the sweet smell of the luscious woodbine
“Ah Mr McEwan you will be my ruin”
I say but I don’t really mind
I’m still smiling through, though there’s stains on my shoes
The right is heavy and the left it is light
If its left up to you then I know what you’d you
Honey take me out drinking tonight
Honey take me out drinking tonight