Pressing Olives
by grimbeau
Gethsemane, Gethsamane
One fore you and one for me
Somewhere near the River Lee
First thing in the morning
Scrunching tinnies in a bush
Fishers fishing without luck
Throw your face down in the muck
First thing in the morning
Gethsemane, Gethsemane
Is there honey still for tea
First thing in the morning