Our Trip

Rocking and rolling on the high sea
Going on a trip my cousin and me
Going to Bute o see some friends
To get some stuff then home again
Will we be missed I don't know 

Will we have fun I think so
I know we will do our best 
Put our feet up and have a rest
I know we will have a laugh 

Two old lady's from Belfast
Sitting in the poets bar 
Rocking and rolling but we don't go far
No alcohol has touched our lips

Just rocking and swaying with the ship
A long night a head so a quite night in bed
Fish and chips in the b&b 
In the morning on the boat down to Bute
I hope we float

Sailing home late to night 
Hope every thing will be alright
The crossings rough and on the way home 
Paulina's sick and I'm alone

Just me and a bunch of old lads
Celtic supporters are so sad