something like ( from memory )

'bout my time in the sun
my cordelia i can't tell you
because i'd we'd never come unstuck
so may your pretty boys
always be curly haired
and may you never see you lovers face
reflected in your others

with a cold cold breeze on my face
can't i be pretty as i fall ?
wouldn't it be better that we both stodd up and be counted ?
this parting is for nothing
nobody and not me