One Song Sung by Choirs

I saw The Pogues in autumnal St Kilda
Slept on a hard floor while the scumbag dipped his wick
Got engaged in rural Templestow
Pretending we attended church,

While the Galway gal beyond the bay
Whispered songs of old New York
And of better times we soon forgot
Drinking ale of merriment …

Naked feet and bums in moonlight
We found a unison rare as stardust
In the darkness of night and lightness of touch
We were one song sung by choirs,

I saw The Pogues in autumnal St Kilda
Got engaged in Templestow
Better times soon forgotten
In a country far far below.