In the lead of the body, In that peaceful pagan home, To pay their last respects, All the neighbours came along. In the wee hours of the morning, Pagan words from a whisky still, Falling from the bushes, Sworn enemies or friends again. Someone spilt porter on the corpse, In the middle of a song, And the stories kept on coming back from 1941. Sail on, sail on Jimmy, Sail on Jimmy boy. Sail on, sail on Jimmy, From this Irish pagan ritual. Mad Mary from the crossroads, Grabbed my arse for all to see. I'll tell your fortune, Scobie, If you come on home with me. In the name of God, now Mary, Some respect for the dead. You can't be grabbing arses, At a pagan ritual. Sail on, sail on Jimmy, Sail on Jimmy boy. Sail on, sail on Jimmy, From this Irish pagan ritual. Father Tim is telling Tommy, How the Israelites came in, And Tommy's eating sandwiches, That are piled up next to him. Someone started singing, Our revenge for skimmery. There's a French lad there, translating, For the next door neighbour's daughter, Jean-Louis and lovely Angélique. Sail on, sail on Jimmy, Sail on Jimmy boy. Sail on, sail on Jimmy, From this Irish pagan ritual. In the wee hours of the morning, We were howling up the moon, When the mystic wind took Jimmy, Way up to the mystic room. Up, up, up, up, up, He's gone in peace to save us all, Gone with a mystic lesson, From that peaceful pagan ritual. Sail on, sail on Jimmy, Sail on Jimmy boy. Sail on, sail on Jimmy, From this Irish pagan ritual. No you haven't! Sail on, sail on Jimmy, Sail on Jimmy boy. Sail on, sail on Jimmy, From this Irish pagan ritual. www.LRCgenerator.com