Blue & Gold

I've nothing in me pocket

Except the old lining

My wallet is pining

For cash crisp and cold

But never has a young man

Been ever so wealthy

As I'm about to be

With my blue and gold

My lover keeps me sober

She sighs when I'm over

She tuts when the talk of finances arise

She says, "There's no food for eating

Nor money for heating"

And in rolls the evening

I'm up to my eyes

But she doesn't know

That despite rain and snow

We will not be going cold

Don't worry my dear

Look what I have here

A ticket of blue and of gold

I've nothing in me pocket except the old lining

My wallet is pining for cash crisp and cold

Ah, but never has a young man

Been ever so wealthy

As I'm about to be with my blue and gold

No there's nothing in me pocket except the old lining

My wallet is pining for cash crisp and cold

Ah, but never has a young man been ever so wealthy

As I'm about to be

With my blue and gold