Shake hands boys that’s the end of it
They’re will never be an end to it
Now paddy you need to let it go the days are growing long and years have past
Memories never die bucko
The lad has had enough
That’s my call not yours
No it’s mine now take him home to fuck
Come on boy away out of it. Your making a show of me in front of these lot of yellow belly sheebeens
I can’t see with my eye
You have two of them now come on out of it . They have a look of pity on them. It’s worst than any beating
Okay dad