Last night as I slept, I dreamed I met with Behan
I shook him by the hand and we passed the time of day
When questioned on his views and personal life philosophy
He happily declared these simple words to say
I am going, I am going any which way the wind may be blowing
I am going, I am going where streams of whisky are flowing!
I cursed, Brendan swore, jumped bail and landed up in jail
Now life had tried to hang me but the rope was always slack
And in a little while, I'll go down to "The Chelsey"
I'll walk in on my feet, but I'll leave there on my back
The words that he spoke seemed the wisest of philosophy
There's nothing to be gained by a whimper or a tear
When the world gets too dark and I need a light inside o' me
I'll walk into a bar and drink fifteen pints of beer!