Nicky

I saw him on the street this morning and he looked a sorry sight He had stiches in his eyebrows he was in another fight He always wears the scars of battle after night out on pub crawl He's not learnt from experience some don't ever learn at all He is two or three with fifty those who know him better say And he has not learnt from experience Nicky's always been this way He's okay till he takes whiskey, whiskey goes straight to his head Cannot teach an old dog new tricks wiser words have not been said. Drink has caused his marriage breakup Eliza to him was good wife But he was the cruelest husband he gave her the hardest life She was often seen with black eyes some poor women know it tough And from him she copped many beatings till she cried enough's enough. She left and with her took their children that was many years ago And to where she went and where she live now few if any seem to know Some say she has since re-married others say that isn't so And of Nicky's wife Eliza speculation seem to grow Those who know the worthy woman said for her 'twas lucky day That she went with son and daughter and took a trip to far away She had grown to detest Nicky and of his beatings she was free And for herself and her young children a future elsewhere she could see. For his fondness of hard liquor Nicky still is paying the price But he warrant little pity after all he has a choice Drink an enemy to many and it has been Nicky's downfall And he wears the scars of battle the day after his pub crawl.