Fiddler's Green - The Crawl lyrics

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

Spirit's 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