New Year’s Eve

(With Doris and Ada at the old folk’s home)

Yes, dear,
It’s New Year,
Light yer fag,
I’ll pour the beer,
We’ll drink a toast or two,
And I’ll raise me glass to you.
What, Dear?
No, Dear,
It’s not your birthday,
It’s New Year,
We’ll have a grand old time,
For the sake of auld lang syne.
See over there?
The Black Bear?
Tattooed men,
Here and there?
Hustling past lasses,
Common as tripe,
To the bar,
With their half-supped pints
To keep them company,
Throughout the night.
Just like my Billy, was that,
By, he were handsome,
In his half-cocked hat…
Ada love,
Can you hear me, cock?
You’re dribbling down your floral frock,
Look me duck,
It’s 12 o’clock,
Happy New Year!