Verse Once by the white sea on the rocky coast of Wales There was a sad sound in the song of the nightingales Above the bright fields, yours was the wilder song From a dark wood, a plaint so clear and strong The pale, unfettered breast against a thorn How you loved to make sweet music pour Here's to all the hangers-on Another round of ale You sang your lonely life away Crazy nightingale Verse I've heard of one bird who sang to an ancient age That was in china, he lived in a bamboo cage His voice was silver but yours was smooth, warm stone On the sidewalk singing "Molly Malone” Here's to all the hangers-on Another round of ale You sang your lonely life away Crazy nightingale Verse It was always the madness or the drink You were driven to I guess in the end those were the bars You were singing through Here's to all the hangers-on Another round of ale You sang your lonely life away Crazy nightingale