How about this version?

NEWCASTLE BROWN ALE
(as sung by Hamish Imlach)
(Stan Arnold)
Tune: Five Hundred Miles


A hundred yards, a hundred yards
A hundred yards, a hundred yards
And I'm one hundred yards away from home

I've been out on the town, care of Newcastle Brown
And I don't think I'll get home this a-way
This a-way
The pub door is shut tight, I'm alone here in the night
And I'm one hundred yards away from home

I can't shout, speak or stutter as I lie here in the gutter
And the last bus flashes by over my tie
Over my tie
My foot's stuck down a drain and it's coming on to rain
And I'm one hundred yards away from home

I bet I look superb with my head propped on the kerb
I can see my home in the flash of a neon light
That split the night
Now I hear the steady beat of a policeman's hobnailed feet
And I'm one hundred yards away from home

So in this prison cell I lie with tyre-marks on my tie
Take a heed, young man, wherever you may roam
You may roam
If you think you're the wild rover make sure you don't fall over
When you're one hundred yards away from home