Lawless Christy Moore

He was Lawless by name, Lawless by nature
He was trouble right from the start
Hard as nails, runnin' wild through the streets
He was breakin' his poor mother's heart
Nature played a trick on Lawless
And the humour of nature is cruel
He grew up as we all had expected -
Into a dangerous fool

He was a hard man, a man for all seasons
He was always out for a fight
He couldn't hold drink but still he'd get plastered
In Clark's every Saturday night
Strip to the vest and challenge the best
Until the guards they were called to come fast
And they'd lock him away for the rest of the day
And let him out on the Sunday for mass

Oh one night he went down
To the Ring's End Regatta
Where he met up with the (bold?) Dolly (Platts?)
She wasn't exactly what you'd call beauty
But she was the belle of our flats
A whirlwind romance and Dolly took a (flier?)
With Lawless she would settle down
It was pure coincidence three months before
There was a yankee destroyer in town