Hey Johnny McGory, tell me, where's your glory gone?
I saw you up in the Monto with your old leg gone
A (dirty Flanders') bullet, sure it left you half a man
Hey Johnny McGory, where's your old leg gone?
Up to Gloucester Diamond's, red pity on your mind
Not a tosser in your pocket, not a soul you could remind
The Lord knows you're a darlin', you never did give in
Your neck's as hard as concrete and your laugh's a mortal sin
Monday in the Ivy, Tuesday in the drags
Wednesday's wharf and wounded, Thursday sold your bags
Friday's here(, those on the touch) and Saterday's lost again
How at Sunday(s got a tensions), sure you start the week again
Performed by The Dubliners. Written by Pete St.John.