Aye, good call Little John. Pulled this from the Nanci Griffith site. I think this should do it for ye . . .

Rob-o

ST. OLAV'S GATE
(Tom Russell)

Drinking black market vodka in the back of the Scotsman's saloon
Then it's red meat and whiskey like a coyote drunk on the moon
Outside in Oslo the buskers' all sing the same tune
And it's Waltzin' Matilda while the bagpipes play old Clare de Lune

Chorus:
Here's to the lady you love and don't see again
The night is warm whiskey... the mornin's a cold bitter wind
The blue eyed madonna leaves town while the drunken man waits
Standing alone in the shadows of St. Olav's Gate

She was a lady, she came down from Bergen she said
She spoke little English, they laughed and drank whiskey instead
In the mornin' he found it... a rose with a note on his plate
It said, meet me at midnight on the corner of St. Olav's Gate
(repeat chorus 2)