The Old Alarm Clock
When first I came to LondonIn the year of 39The city looked so wonderful,And the girls were so divineBut the coppers got suspicious,And they soon gave me the knockI was charged with being the ownerOf an old alarm clock
Well, next morning down by Marlborough Street,I caused no little stirThe I.R.A were busyAnd a telephone did burrSays the judge I'm going to charge you,With the possession of this machine.And I'm also going to charge you,With the wearing of the Green
Well, says I to him, your honour,If you give me half a chanceI'll show you how me small machineCan make the peelers danceWell, it ticks away politely,'Til you get an awful shockAnd it ticks away the gelignite,On me old alarm clock
O the judge says listen here my manAnd I'll tell you of our planFor you and all your countrymenI do not give a damnWell, the only time you'll take is mine,Ten years in Dartmoor dockAnd you can count it by the ticking,Of your old alarm clock.
Now, this lonely Dartmoor CityWould put many in the jigsThe cell it isn't prettyAnd it isn't very bigSure long ago I'd have left the place,If I had only got,Ah! me couple of sticks of geligniteAnd me old alarm clock