Ye Ladies Of Milan
In the morning I ride for Genoa
And I'm leaving the girls I've loved so dear
They're as warm and mischievous as they do appear
And if beauty is your passion, well you'd best find it here

Chorus:
So Fare thee well, fare the well, fair Miranda
And goodbye to Ye Ladies of Milan
Well I have seen most of most of you, as was my plan
Now you'd better find another Inamorato Man

Sweet Sarah was a fine Italian maiden
Even finer with her knickers round her knees
With Angelia it was "How'd you do" and "If you please"
'Till I had in the kitchen 'fore you'd count up to three

Chorus

'Twas fodero for breakfast, lunch and dinner
But only one of them would steal this rovin' heart
Fair Miranda had me on a string right from the start
But when her husband tried to shoot me, I knew we'd have to part
Chorus

Lay Down And Die

(Smyth)

Now you can't miss a woman
Properly at least
Without cursing her name to a drink
And it's how are you doing, at what will you have?
And it's much colder out than you'd think

Now O'Connell's on William street
Hands up to the wall
Shouting mother you left me inside
And when all's said and done, we've all had our fun
And the only thing left is to lay down and die
The only thing left is to lay down and die

Now I'm sick and I'm withered
And I'm lying on the floor
And they're feeding me three times a day
I've been battered to bleed, been on ECT
So get the fuck out of my way

For the roses of London
Are settling to bed
You can hear all the little ones sigh
And when all's said and done, we've all had our fun
And the only thing left is to lay down and die
The only thing left is to lay down and die