Maggie And MacAlister
Maggie laughs a wild white mountain torrent
Sparkling emerald eyes melt the dark cloud
She's a sphinx from hell or heaven sent
To blaze then fade behind her auburn shroud
A cunning cute glimpse of golden rays
Inflame dull drowsy energies awake
Bringing to life the whisky sozzled days
Of every roving rascal rogue and rake
MacAlister sets his sights around the room
Penetrating every mind with frigid glare
He rants and raves a sermon full of gloom
To remind his flock the cross they have to bare
A final word for those who have forgotten
The perilous path which leads on down to doom
To eternal fire in hell amongst the rotten
Look at your wayward sister the harlot Maggie Moon
Her thoughts so lonesome light yet strangely pure
No gripes no axe to grind nor dolls to pin
Someone she laughs must be the harbour whore
Another night another trick another glass of gin
His trembling hands caress cold coffin wood
A candle flickers shadow in midnight church
His ruffled mind concocts the innocence of rude
As he fondles the icy corps of saintly Mrs Birch
#geordie boot
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Sparkling emerald eyes melt the dark cloud
She's a sphinx from hell or heaven sent
To blaze then fade behind her auburn shroud
A cunning cute glimpse of golden rays
Inflame dull drowsy energies awake
Bringing to life the whisky sozzled days
Of every roving rascal rogue and rake
MacAlister sets his sights around the room
Penetrating every mind with frigid glare
He rants and raves a sermon full of gloom
To remind his flock the cross they have to bare
A final word for those who have forgotten
The perilous path which leads on down to doom
To eternal fire in hell amongst the rotten
Look at your wayward sister the harlot Maggie Moon
Her thoughts so lonesome light yet strangely pure
No gripes no axe to grind nor dolls to pin
Someone she laughs must be the harbour whore
Another night another trick another glass of gin
His trembling hands caress cold coffin wood
A candle flickers shadow in midnight church
His ruffled mind concocts the innocence of rude
As he fondles the icy corps of saintly Mrs Birch
#geordie boot
© All Rights Reserved