Walking the cobbles at night,

A waxing moon,

Unmakes the gloom,

Aided by the street lights and the stars.

Yes it was way back then,

In a year of dolour,

Ideals all were sober,

And class divides were worse still.

It was then that they came,

Demanded my every penny,

I said I hadn't any,

And now I'm living life on the run.