Old Harry walked up to the bar for a drink,
He said to Eddie, for God’s sake give me a beer,
Why what’s wrong Harry, the barman inquired,
For in your eyes I detect a trace of real fear.
I’ve just had another fight with the little woman, he said
Oh, and how did this one end, I hope you weren’t drunk,
When it was over she came to me on her hands and knees,
She said, ‘come out from under the bed you gutless wee punk’.