(为纪念爱尔兰科克郡传奇拳击手Jack Doyle)
When i was young and I was in my day
I could steal what women's heart there was a way
I sing and dance into the morning
I blaze a way until the dawning
Long before I was the man you see today
And I was born beneath the star that promised it all
I could have lived my life between Cork Cobh and Youghal
But the wheel of fortune took me
From the highest point she shook me
By the bottle live by the bottle i shall fall
And there in the mirror on the wall
I see the dream is fading
From the contender to the brawl
The ring, the rose, the matador, is raving
And when I die I'll die a drunk down on the street
You can count me out to ten in clear defeat
Warp the stars ploughing around me
And let the pipers in air resound me
There I'll rest until the Lord of love I meet
And there in the mirror on the wall
I see the dream is fading
From the contender to the brawl
The ring, the rose, the matador, is raving
Oh warp the stars that ploughing around me
And let the pipers in air resound me
There I'll rest until the Lord of love I meet