18 and comin' home.

O Danny Boy, the hoops, the hoops are calling
From Tor to 'Ton, and up from the south side.
The others're gone from all the jammo failing;
tis you, tis you must try Grimas survive. 

But come ye back when summer's in the woodvale,
And when whyte ave's all rushed and full with shows.
And we'll be here in lineups outside sold-out shows;
Oh Danny Boy, oh Danny Boy, come to Edmo!