-- John Didn't --

I failed to catch a falling star
And couldn't find a mandrake root
So if you wonder how I are
I'm getting pissed just like a newt

For women true are fair and few
Though mermaids sing I will not hear
My thoughts return to love and you
As down the pub I drink more beer

Strange sights invisible to eyes I've seen
Prayed she were true and we might meet
Alone a thousand nights I've been
That's why I take my whisky neat

The devil's foot is cleft for me
What then have I now to lose
When faced with such unconstancy
There's nothing left but poems and booze