Thanks Peter and cnd! I think I have all but three words or so... The Clown Micky McConnell Back in the Summer of 73 Some after the matinee A one-line circus in a one-horse town Suffered the loss of its senior clown And the upside-down lady on the low trapeze Caught him gasping on his tweed patched knees (Not sure Tweed is right) Swift sure hands tucked him into his bed The smile was painted but the clown was dead The smile was painted but the clown was dead And we bade our farewells by the candy floss stand To the greasepainted corpse in the bedroom grand (Not sure the Bedroom Grand is right) On the tall high hill of the cluttered stones We laid down his funny bones Eternity’s just a one-night stand Sawdust to sawdust, sand to sand Flip flop shoes and a cherry nose He’s gone to God in his working clothes He’s gone to God in his working clothes The strong man built him a box of pine The 8 o’clock show ran at ten to nine The juggler juggled with greatest of ease And the bright smile flew on the low trapeze We buried him deep in the dead of night The tent came down in the morning light And all that was left on the marrow morn Was a sawdust circle and a square forlorn a sawdust circle and a square forlorn But I’ll always remember the heart-breaking sound Of the grave diggers spade in the stoney ground Beside the tomb of Monsignor Jones We laid down his funny bones We laid down his funny bones Eternity’s just a one-night stand Sawdust to sawdust, sand to sand Flip flop shoes and a cherry nose He’s gone to God in his working clothes Beside the tomb of Monsignor Jones They both went to God in their working clothes
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