I was born in the town of Blind River,
A town you all know well
Raised up by honest parents
The truth to you I'll tell
Raised up by honest parents
Raised up most tenderly
Until I became a drunken lout
At the age of two or three.

My character was taken
By Sudbury sluts and beer
The people tried but all in vain
Their please I would not hear
I stole beer from my brother
And guzzled it all down
Then Don beat me black and blue
And told me "Swim or drown."

I jumped upon the eastbound train
One cold December day
And every station I would pass
This is what they would say:
"There goes that drunken Shame McBride
His liver's going fast,
He's got no teeth and no testicles
He lost them to the clap."

There was my older brother
A standing at the bar
Likewise the rest of Blind Riverites
Breathing cleaner air
They were breather cleaner air now
Since I from town was gone
"Thank God he's gone, he never bathed,
And his stench killed all the swans."