SONGS OF THE ROAD
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Right and left, and left and right, straight and true and hard,
Till the Ebenezer Chapel looked more like a knacker's yard.
Platt was standin' on his back and lookin' at his toes,
Solly Jones of Perry Bar was feelin' for his nose,
Connor of the Bull Ring had all that he could do
Rakin' for his ivories that lay about the pew.
Jack Ball the fightin' gunsmith was in a peaceful sleep,
Joe Murphy lay across him, all tied up in a heap,
