On suicide bridgeI found myself one spring morning in the frigid sunshineweary of the humiliations of the crouch end. there I was. an old lady passed me. she smiled and said"good morn

Young man." I looked at her and I said"i'm going to kill myself." she smiled again and said"yesI think that's a very good idea."



On suicide bridge one winter's day

My eyes were sprouting lemons

I had paid a greek to listen to me speak

He said "limasol *she beckons."

And so my subjects gathered beneath me there

I gave a mighty roar

"wi' me too-rye-ahfah-la-deedle-dah"--

"shut upirish bore!"



Come backmy children! come back! come back!

All that was lost has been regainedshall remain with us

Now and foreveramen.

Come back! come back! come backmy children! come back!



* a city in crete.