My name is Josef Locke God bless all here and state your pleasure If you'll refill my gla** 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