A stron wind blew across the bay A word for happiness on that day The workers board their trains for home Their shirts were dirty and damp And I stood there just like before A nod from a stud or a smile from a whore It all seemed so impermanent though I think that it never will change I went down the old narrow road That leads to the shore and to Sally's old boat I went aboard and i rowed away To get to the other side And they all lit a fire on the beach that night And all their troubles were out of sight I just walked in and I tied the boat To a tree in the edge of the wood And they all sang a song called the bottle of smoke They blew their whistles... Their drums they stroke And the fair young ladies thay danced in the night To the sound of the band in the flickering light