Last Cup Of Sorrow by Andrea Rock Lyrics

[verse 1]

This is the story of the Borstal Boy
Brendan from Dublin, pride and joy
Drinker with writing problems, he said
A volunteer for I.R.A

[verse 2]

I am a rebel, I am a poet
I am the son of this Island, just like Joyce
I'll never make my toast to the queen
Fellas, sing this song with me

[Chorus]

Let's celebrate to my last cup of sorrow
Let's be delight 'till the end of the night
Chased by the men I'll be gone for tomorrow
I'll never feel sorry for what I believe
I'll never feel sorry for what I believe
[verse 3]

Woke up in Bridwell, next to my friends
I shot the pigs and this is my blame
Somehow the lord took pity on me
Here comes the screw for my comrades

[verse 4]

Look at this man, soon to be hanged
Stare at his eyes and look at his hands
"I'm not shaking, I'll never will
Brendan sing this song for me"

[Chorus]

Let's celebrate to my last cup of sorrow
Let's be delight 'till the end of the night
Chased by the men I'll be gone for tomorrow
I'll never feel sorry for what I believe
I'll never feel sorry for what I believe

[verse 5]

Now I'm back in this old town
I want to write my plays and fuck around
And if you walk off Dorset street
Let's sit for a shot and drink with me
[verse 6]

He was a rebel, he was a poet
This is the story of the Borstal Boy
He was a writer, he had a dream
Fellas sing this song for him

[Chorus]

Let's celebrate to my last cup of sorrow
Let's be delight 'till the end of the night
Chased by the men I'll be gone for tomorrow
I'll never feel sorry for what I believe
I'll never feel sorry for what I believe
I'll never feel sorry for what I believe