eyeless in holloway

there's a man at hand

there's a way between

the sinking sand and a crooked dream

and call it off at the molten age of nine

summoned up for walking down the line

they lost eyes in old city streets

where the funeral pyres burned the last of the meek

he filled his boots and he tipped his cap

and a 'root-a-toot' with the boss and that

and told a girl of the summer by the sea

said to her

would you like to go with me?"