Auld Nick, patron saint o thieves, murderers and sailors Strike these shackles from me uh-huh Slide the bolt from out the door and tear down all the wire My baby's growin cold and I'm on fire The wind that whistles off the hills and carries her perfume Carries too a lonely carol badly out of tune For just tonight beyond them walls I'd lay a mountain low And sing to her like only I know how They don't hang no fairy lights these rusty iron bars So ill burn a paper lamp for her to see Though she's left like a widow of a war that never was There's a light still burns in me Auld Nick, patron saint o' merchants, pawnmen and the judges Who barter with the lives o men the battlers and the bludgers Go haunt the dogs awhile they sleep & thrash em round to sense There's to many good boys this side of the fence They don't hang no fairy lights these rusty iron bars So ill burn a paper lamp for her to see Though she's left like a widow of a war that never was There's a light still burns in me There's boys in here for liftin gear from non-be-wary strangers Newly minted ner-do-wells and them born with the dangers For livin less than fruitful lives, toppin less than faithful wives A broken line o' fools that span the ages They don't hang no fairy lights these rusty iron bars So ill burn a paper lamp for her to see Though she's left like a widow of a war that never was There's a light still burns in me Auld Nick, patron saint o' fools from both sides of the law For his sake, wipe the dirty grin off that fat bastards jaw For we're lovers of tradition & we might yet find a way To hold them bloody keys come boxing day They don't hang no fairy lights these rusty iron bars So ill burn a paper lamp for her to see Though she's left like a widow of a war that never was There's a light still burns in me They don't hang no fairy lights these rusty iron bars So ill burn a paper lamp for her to see Though she's left like a widow of a war that never was There's a light still burns in me Burn it boys!