Tune:"My Dear Old Galway Bay" by Francis Fahy

And the boys from the NYPD choir are singing Galway Bay
And the bells are ringing out for Christmas day

—"Fairytale of New York" by The Pogues

It's far away I am today
From where I whiled those hours
And long ago the day, I know
I first worked for the Flowers
But time nor tide nor waters wide
Can wean my mind of thee
For ever true, I yearn for you

With proud Time Lords and old Maglor
I've worked with this in mind:
If I might toil and strive and moil,
Nor cast one thought behind;
But what would be the grand array
Of all Word Worlds to me
If mem'ries fading make me stray
From my Calédonie

Oh warm salt air and flowers fair
And cagou birds abound,
But sweeter green the grass between
Than grows on old French ground.
So friendship fond, all wealth beyond,
And love eternally,
Bless each poor home beside your foam,
My dear Calédonie.

Had I youth's blood and hopeful mood
And heart of fire once more,
For all the gold continua hold,
I'd never quit your shore;
I'd live content whate'er God sent,
No more HQ for me.
I'd lay my bones 'neath churchyard stones,
On my Calédonie

The blessing of a veteran
Be with you night and day,
The blessings of a lonely man
Whose heart will soon be clay.
'Tis all the Heaven I'd ask of God
When Sues have finished me,
That I might soar for evermore
Above Calédonie.

That I might soar for evermore
Above Calédonie.