Come listen and I’ll tell a tale, of hardy canyoneers/That breed of men, the river rats, who live with out the fear/Of common ordinary men, whose worries sure are small/Compared to those who flirt with death, beneath that high grey wall
"Come listen and I'll tell a tale, of hardy canyoneers/That breed of men, the river rats, who live with out the fear/Of common ordinary men, whose worries sure are small/Compared to those who flirt with death, beneath that high grey wall"