The Bollard

A strong wind blew across the bay

A word for happiness on that day

The workers board their trains for home

Their shirts were dirty and damp



And I stood there just like before

A nod from a stud or a smile from a whore

It all seemed so impermanent though

I think that it never will change



I went down the old narrow road

That leads to the shore and to Sally's old boat

I went aboard and I rowed away

To get to the other side



And they all lit a fire on the beach that night

And all their troubles were out of sight

I just walked in and I tied the boat

To a tree in the edge of the wood



And they all sang a song called the bottle of smoke

They blew their whistles; Their drums they stroke

And the fair young ladies they danced in the night

To the sound of the band in the flickering light