Natalie Three

what it means to try, within a screaming gale, hoping not to lie, in your bones, you don't need to fail, to find yourself alone, studying a time, when life’s a trial, helped along by wine, how you atone, when love wails, in faces around your home, flip a coin see the sky, think of taking sail, best to leave this way, walk-on broken stones, discard desolate mail, be kind to weeping hosts, can’t be worse than Jail, try to dance the while, when you hit the trail, embrace uncertain smiles.

Natalie Two

We stretch our sunny days, your smile's a living dream, now you're on your way, save me the good news, like a dear one’s face, you always know what to do, laughing in the rain, on St Anthony's quay, it’s great to see you again, there’s a spirit in you, that’s so easy, no parish of broken rules, I’ll work and save, whenever there's a need, we might even take sail, the lovers you took, are only a dream, you're nobody’s fool, meet me in a warm cafe', return all of that feeling, ask for more cake, no one's speaking.

Natalie

Is it just this time, your mother's come, singing with a different lie, anyone can phone, or cover up as dumb, love catches in her throat, a stamping ground for crime, no hint of being victim, she won't discuss the times, doesn't do alone, wants to have some fun, way beyond your zone, it’s you who waits in line, says C’mon mum, shaking like a vine, it nourishes her bones, to look around your home, wail out what she knows, each day lost to wine, she won’t waste a crumb, her face a bitter shine, weeping what she’s done.

Paddy Three

All of you make jokes, don't disturb the waves, or worry if you’ll cope, never stoop to choose, or firmly swim away, think how much you’ll lose, you're not a dope, to encourage easy ways, as if you had no scope, if you want good news, let others stand and gape, what you say is true, let them moan and mope, note every bitter face, each coming slope, separate the Blues, a distant tide or sail, ships still leave without you, some things you can’t clone, it never is too late, to face the sea alone, it's what makes you great.

Paddy Two

Nothing else to gain, a knife to our throat, this is the only escape, they'll depart soon, bloodied on the waves, despite the news, you'll survive the wait, feel it in your bones, never hesitate, we’ll fight their hooks, you don’t want a throne, or the love of fools, hold that broken gaze, you're not a rolling stone, only Brigands seek escape, there’s no need to swoon, they won’t use the rope, you are no one's fool, it's not too late, make them swear and go, this is not our fate, leave us alone.

Paddy

If you cook with gas, turn the flame up, give it a blast, face like a stone, it’s the way you love, not worth going home, silken ones who trap, think that you're stuck, roll around and laugh, circle you like ghosts, roll in the muck, don’t stay at their posts, you drink wine aghast, you’re no purling dove, whose wings will collapse, go on your own now, consider them fluff, you’re better off alone, no one has a pass, without some good luck, who always shouts Basta !!!! but never enough.

James Three

You think that you rule, working on the bread line, regarding the fools, think you're so great, before other's demise, stop before it's too late, it makes you cruel, ignores what’s going on inside, the face of Mr Cool, once again, your eyes dance like fireflies, you’ll have your say, it’s a poor gruel, that overcooks these lies, if it’s all you do, lost in this game, it goes beyond the mind, of who holds the reins, burnt out mules, may offer you insight, but there is no tool, for being kind