Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix... Wild Rover.

Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix.... Wild Rover.




O-Me-Dahlin, I SING
this time every Year
an memories linger,
U All of my dreams.


 I left U, U LEFT ME
it-s hard to PER-cieve
who GOT the last word
in the final-ACT-scene.


An it-s No nay WHATEVER,
No nay never, no more!
GERALDINE!....
An I-ll play the Wild Rover,
NOR Whiskey-galore,


A BACH=AN-A-LIA,
a feast of All feats
throughout my YOUTH
the World and It-s Need


But later, BEGORRAH
confronting my SELF
the Time has arrived
to SIT on the Shelf.




U MAY seem suprised
no-MORE than MIO,
my wandering Life
as come to it-s LEE


And it NO-Nay County-Sligo,
No Nay Never U BIITCH,
and I-ll sing a Misty-Morgan
No never, for Martyrs.


....where STERILITY-FESTERS|
I try |OUT a Seat
and think of U All
never gainsay to meet.


Oh ME and Mee dahlin
from many a Year,
BOBBY SANDS
and the LADS
I hold Em So dear.


And it-s NO/ya Pinkoes, NEVER,
NO nay never NO more,
Cavern Town, Ol Kilarney
my heart to be found,,,






c2019. davedelacroix. truro, cornwall, almost, this side of kilarney, Seattle=WA, or the Irish Sea.