Crossing The Bar

Crossing The Bar by Neil McCall

Sunset and evening star,
Stories and poetry!
And may there be no moaning at the bar,
When I go out to pee,

But such a pint as served in London clubs,
Too full for sound and foam,
Inferior to those in Northern pubs,
And Manchester's my home.

Twilight and last orders bell,
And after that the dark!
And may there be no sadness of farewell,
When I embark;

For though from out of Extra Time the train
From St. Pancras may bear me far,
I hope to see you mad lot once again
When I have crossed the bar!