Josef Locke

My name is Josef Locke

God bless all here and state your pleasure

If you’ll refill my glass I’ll sing Ave Maria

I’ll sing The Old Bog Road or A Shawl of Galway Grey

And I’ve been gone from you for some while

Those English tax men they’ve cramped my style

And if you think I’m some fraud upstart

Just let my voice be my calling card

It melted hearts, and royal teardrops fell

They loved me well, they loved me well

My name is Josef Locke

Ladies and gents, now on your honour

This is a damn poor show

You’ll not call me a drunkard

I’ve sung for kings and princes

How the memories still glow

O cessate di piagiarmi

O lasciate mi morir

O lasciate mi morir…

All the applause, all the cheers and cries

How many times did that curtain rise

And now you dare mock the Singing Bobby

I’ll find the door, take your bullies off me

A sweeter age it was that loved me well

They loved me well