Five years late but I just discovered the lyrics Kendall was referring to.

Wild Irish Rose ~ Utah Phillips

We'll drink to the rose that Barbara Allen grew,
And to the last rose to bid the summer fond adieu
And all the dear companions, like roses faded now
But the rose within my glass is the last Time will allow.

Your ruby anesthetic will dull the sullen truth
As we live in faded elegance beyond the dreams of youth -
Yet dreaming still of other things, though not so fair or fine,
We sleep entwined with Morpheus in the painless arms of wine.

Some will lead the cripple and some will lead the blind,
But what of alms for him whose wound is of the mind?
Oh he will find release with the maid who bids him sup
For she has left a lover's kiss within the beggar's cup

And through all the storms that find us on the other side of life
She's been the bum's confessor, she's been the hobo's wife;
And ere the book is finished, as the final pages close,
I'll toast one fond remembrance to my Wild Irish Rose.