Mr Connaughton my memory's long, though the years have the years have gone. Was your wife's Marjorie or Mary? Were you from Cork or
Mr Connaughton we lived underneath Oh you said it was a lucky man had a gap between his And for a I had a gap too But it closed when my big came through. Oh it closed when my big came through.
Mr Connaughton you seemed to such a lot And that make us smile too, as often as not Did you a friend who was a soldier? Well I'm gonna join the army I'm older.
Well I you paid a fiver for that old motorbike And said it wouldn't run, but I thought that it might. I was nearly asleep when it spluttered life And I my fist and smiled a secret smile of delight Was your name Kevin or Mike?
I when you built us a soap-box cart the wheels off a pram, and a plank out in the yard, And you gave us a bit of string but we steered it our feet. Oh boy it was the one on the street, And you said "Jesus, the best one on the street".
I remember when your girl was born You her downstairs to show us all, And we allowed to kiss her And I she was my sister.
Mr Connaughton, you moved With your wife and baby, but we stayed Till we got re-housed too And I never will you
Mr Connaughton my memory's long the years have flown Though the years have Was your wife's name Marjorie or Were you from Cork or