Grit in the Oyster (4-Track Version)

My ship has sailed before me

As I write line after line

The task I'll never master

Is these words that sort of rhyme

My heart was badly broken

You mended it so fine

It's harder to write sad songs

With a love like yours and mine

Aspire to retire

My dream is in the bin

I'll sing in peace as my release

From madness setting in

My grit is in an oyster

My beer is in a glass

What happened to the fashion

of the working class moustache?