the crawl

well

we're good old boys

we come from the northern shore

drinkers and carousers the likes you've never seen

and this night by god! we drank till there was no more

from the troller to the raven with all stops in between

but it all began one afternoon on the shores of ambleside

we were sittin' there quite peacefully with the rising of the tide

when an idea it came to mind for to usher in the fall

so we all agreed next friday night we'd go out on the crawl

we planned to have a gay old time

the cash we did not spare

so we left all the cars at home and paid the taxi fare

i got out to horseshoe bay a little after five

from a table in the corner i heard familiar voices rise

spirits they ran high that night old stories we did share

of the days when we were younger men and never had a care

the beer flowed like a river and we drank the keg near dry

so we drained down all our glasses and were thirsty bye and bye

park royal hotel

the rusty gull

square-rigger and queens cross

we'd started out with eight good boys but half had gotten lost

for you'll never keep the lads together when their eyes began to rove

so there was just the three of us that made it to deep cove

we arrived out at the raven just in time for the last call

the final destination of this the first annual crawl

we dug deep into our pockets there was no money to be found

nine miles home and for walking we are bound