The sirens wailed at midnight in that old Viking town We all ran out to Princess Street to see what’s goin’ down The train pulled in from Gorey at twenty after one And seven hours later the dirty work was done
The sailors stumbled down to the river They were all three sheets to the wind There’s a name for them out in Milwaukee But in Queenstown we just call ‘em Jim
Casting off from the docks at a half past three They made off for the open sea Out into the black if they’re never comin’ back With the ghost from the past they were hoping to see
The ladies stumbled down to the river They were all three sheets to the wind So they dreamed up a demon and gave it a name Just to have someone to blame
With no battle to fight they sailed into the night With only one mission in mind As many have tried and many have died They were only racing the tide
Their heroes had left them behind Strung out on the decks with nowhere to hide Heads filled with stories of fish that could fly And rumors of dragons that would not die