Sweet life you were always quite contrary
Does it make a difference on the other side
As I sit here watching from the quiet mortuary
Does it mean so much now that I have died
Blue, blue ships
Sailing out across the sea
Cause you couldn't do better without me
And from the distance is your home of Londonberry
And my empty heart fels so contrived
Does it feel so much better, my Southern dearie
And a memory comes to cloud around my mind
You've got to make it
You've got to take it so long
