When I was young and I was in my day
Sure Id steal what womans heart there was away
And Id sing into the dawning
Saw a blaze into the morning
Long before I was the man you see today.
I was born beneath the star that promised all
I could live my life between cork cobh and youghal
But the wheel of fortune took me
By the bottle, by the bottle I should fall
There in the mirror on the wall
I see the dream is fading
From the contender to the fall
The ring, the rose, the matador, raving
When I die Ill die a drunk down on the street
He will count me out to ten in clear defeat
Wrap the Starry Plough around me
Let the pipers air resound me there
There I rest until the Lord of Love I meet
There in the mirror on the wall
I see the dream is fading
From the contender to the brawl
The ring, the rose, the matador, raving.