A Fond Farewell

 We lined the streets to doth our cap
To Archie McColl in his final nap
His final journey rolling down the street
A life now over, a life complete
A man who dealt in violence and fear
A slasher, a knee capper, a racketeer
A man full of rage, a consummate drunk
A man full of evil, a gangster, a punk
A hated collector and money lender
Alcoholic poisoning as result of a bender
A standing ovation as he took his last breath
So many folk dancing as result of his death
I’m waving Archie’s coffin a fond farewell
He’s not in heaven; he’s gone straight to hell
And as they lower him into the ground
I smile, I still owed him a hundred pounds