Well this old town is bruised and broken
Swollen eyes and softly spoken
It's final legs are long forgotten
But I can still remember them
And the marching traveling through the streets
The drummers kept a steady beat
The soldiers could not stand long on their feet
They too are worn and weary
And the ships they returned to many new births
Although some had different coloured hair
And the ladies they cried
Handkerchiefs by their side
And the children knew not what was wrong
And I've slept on these cobbled stones
I've walked these streets all on my own
But I'm still out there searching for my home
And if I knew my way back eastward
I would travel as fast as I could
To spend my final days with you
Would mean everything to me my love
But the sun is setting down that river
I hope that this darkness does not last forever
Well I could not drown at sea
But I can drown my own liver
In every pub in Sydney
And the ships they returned
To a town that was burned
Down by pirates before I departed
And the ladies are tired, from working the night
And I know them all by their first names
And I'll sleep on these cobbled stones
Until the flesh disappears from my bones
Because I know that this will always be my home
This will always be my home
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