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Says he, "Young fellow, the night is late
Along with you home or I will wrestle you
Straight away through the Bridewell gate"
I threw a look

in a hearse
Bed for a day down in bridewell or pearse
Trying to survive so I nabbed me a purse
I’m just a number I don’t have a phone
I live in comfort

Bridewell
You will get found in Southwell
Big Mannimon not Manuel
Buss sales in a highcross stairwell
I was in R.A.D not Chilwell
Guap'd up 'cause I move

for better days
Cause blightys up and left
You'll prolly end up in a bridewell cell
Booked in for a petty theft
Ah she said she said
I'm so tired but

to the Bridewell gate
I got a look from the Spanish lady
Hot as a fire of amber coals
And in all my life I never did meet
A maid so neat about the soles

Chorus

and Enniskeane it flows
On towards Bandon, with each turn it grows

Joining up with the Bridewell
The Weir and the Quay
The Goddess makes her way
Out to the sea

and flax, and toe to toe to,  

to toe to, toe tero. 

 

You Punkes and Panders everyone,    

Come hear your loving sisters: 

In new Bridewell there is

let you know
I'll handcuff you in all events
And march you off to Bridewell O
And sure there you rogue, you can't deny
Before the judge or jury O