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Just  throw me in the Humber



My old mate had said



I didn't realise that he meant 



Not until he was dead.



He was quickly washed away



By a tide that didn't linger



I heard his curses across the water



As he gave me the finger



And then he was gone



Out of my sight



Covered up by the flow and



The descending night.



 



He ended up on South bank



Where with the tide he'd drifted



During those three missing weeks



He'd certainly gone and shifted.



I told the police my story



Of trying to please a mate



Not understanding what he'd



Meant until it was far too late.



I explained to the police that



I just don't have any way



Of separating talk from irony



Always believing what  folks say.



I told the judge and Jury



In front of my mate's missus



Only for the court to explode



With loud boos and hisses.



I'm on solitary confinement



In this dreary little cell



‘Cos all of the other inmates



Want to give me hell



I'm the subject of derision



Antipathy and hate 



Just because in trying to help



I'd gone and drowned my mate.



 



Life is full of ironies



And to this very day



I'm never ever quite sure when or.



Whether to believe what folks say.



I was only trying to help



Trying to be kind



It’s just that I suffer



From a very literal mind.



Just throw me in the Humber



My old mate had said;



I hadn't realised he meant



Until after he was dead.




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