One for you, no! None will do! One for you, no! None will do! Nineteen for me and now you're Beginning to see what your life will be... Come with me my only son and you Will see what sad men do with their time. The nights soaked up in wine, And dreaming of the joyous times, chasing women like flies! And then you'll fight their friends that Cry, and sing so sweet of ones that tried. "Keep those fears away from me, Keep your fears away from me! No, no, no, no, no!" Come to me my fragile man and slip beneath my Sheds, I'll set your mind at ease, one day you will see. Mark my words, the men of money will all die and dry in the ditches Made for us! And oh, Their children will try! And oh, their women will cry!