[Extract from a letter to Sir Robert Cecil] "...and accordinge as I desired ther cam a letter to me out of Germany from the Duke of Brunswicke, wherupon I spake to your honor and to my Lord of Essex, who willingly gav me both your hands (for which I wold be glad if ther wear any service in me that yor honors coulde comande). When I cam to the Duke...Learn More

Father O'Brien: So what do you say, Jack? Are you with us? Jackie: Do you ever wake up from a nightmare so deep Where you're drowning in 17 fathoms of sleep? And you swim to the surface and you're gasping for breath But you're back for a reason, for a bargain with death It's just one final contract, one final task But he's asking a question no...Learn More

[Extract from a letter to Sir Robert Cecil] "Men say that the king of Spain is making great preparation to come for England this next summer, where if it pleased your honor to advise me I would most willingly lose my life against them, most humbly beseeching your honor to pardon my ill writing... and to think that I desire to serve my country, and...Learn More

[Extract from a letter to Sir Robert Cecil] "...Then, in time passing, one Mr. Johnson died and I became an humble suitor for his place, thinking myself most worthiest, but I saw that I was like to go without it, and that any might have preferment but I. Whereby I began to sound the cause, and guessed that my religion was my hindrance. Whereupon,...Learn More

Father O'Brien: It's all there in the gospel, the Magdalene girl Comes to pay her respects, but her mind is awhirl When she finds the tomb empty, the stone had been rolled Not a sign of a corpse in the dark and the cold When she reaches the door, sees an unholy sight There's this solitary figure in a halo of light He just carries on floating past...Learn More

Father O'Brien: They're seriously saying it's prolonging me life If I'll only submit to the surgical knife? But what are the odds of a month or a week? When the betting shop's closing its doors, so to speak When you're laid like a piece of old meat on the slab And they'll cut and they'll slice, and they'll poke and they'll jab And they'll grill ye...Learn More

Jackie Good people give ear to me story Now, pay attention, and none of your lip For I’ve brought you these lads And their daddy Davy And their daddy Jackie Intending to build you’s a ship Men Wallsend is wor habitation It’s the place we was all born and bred Jackie And there’s no finer lads in the nation Men And none are more gallantly...Learn More

[Intro] I'm gonna make it I'm gonna get it I'm gonna make it, New York I'm gonna get it I'm gonna make it I'm gonna make it, New York [Verse 1] I don't drink coffee, I take tea, my dear I like my toast done on one side But you can hear it in my accent when I talk I'm an Englishman in New York You see me walking down Fifth Avenue A walking cane...Learn More

[Verse 1] You'll remember me when the west wind moves Upon the fields of barley You'll forget the sun in his jealous sky As we walk in fields of gold [Verse 2] So she took her love for to gaze awhile Upon the fields of barley In his arms she fell as her hair came down Among the fields of gold [Verse 3] Will you stay with me? Will you be my...Learn More

Jackie: They say there’s an underground river That none of us can see And it flows through winding tunnels On it’s way to a tideless sea Jackie & Men: And across that sea is an island A paradise, we are told Where the toils of life are forgotten And they call it the island of souls For only a soul can go there A soul that’s been set free From the...Learn More

Peggy White: You promised me, my Jackie On the day that we were married You'd built a boat of dreams for me someday A vague romantic notion That we'd sail off to some ocean But in my dreams we'd get there one fine day You haven't been the same since the yard closed down Like all the other men in this broken town Well ye'd end up by the river as...Learn More

Gideon: If he loved you Like I love you I would walk away in shame I'd move town, I'd change my name When he watches you When he counts to buy your soul On your hand his golden ring Like he owns a bird that sings When we dance, angels will run and hide their wings The priest has said my soul's salvation Is in the balance of the angels And...Learn More