We are lost we are confounded   We're some of us in despair   Though we may not have the answers   But for sure we know how we fare   For us dreamers all do practice   We only get one chance   And God help those who stumble   In front of Marron's glance.      We are tryers if not believers   And we all will have our day   And for some it may come quickly   And for others go the same way   For he criticises all   For all the world to see   And to hell with Kevin Marron   When he criticises me.      With your name high on the hoardings   And your dreams way up in lights   An' we're conscious of the critic   For the moving finger bites   As he dishes out the venom   Still we love him just the same   But the devil take ya', Marron   When your pen grows tired and tame.