As The Evening Declines Paroles

Glory oh glory, glory, when the evening declines

Glory oh glory, glory, as the evening declines



And before the black hunger, I'd husbands in plenty

Maybe your granddad was one of the many

Or was he that red-coat who swigged more than any?

Glory oh glory, glory, when the evening declines

Glory oh glory, glory, as the evening declines



You can have all your gold, the high king of all metals
Glory oh glory, glory, when the evening declines

Glory oh glory, glory, as the evening declines



I am old, very old, but I don't need a wattle

I am old, yes, I'm old, but I'm not a dry nettle

So you clout the pot, and I'll clout the kettle

Glory oh glory, glory, when the evening declines

Glory oh glory, glory, as the evening declines