Bar the Door Casey - The Rumjacks

Bar the door Casey, don’t let me in

My shade’ll not cross your dear threshold again

Bar the door Casey, mind the way well

And send my poor ghost on to heaven or hell

We’ve fought scores of sailors for the suds frae a keg

O’er the draw of a card, or a rare glimpse of leg

We’ve graced Kuta’s beaches with our pallid white skin

Now Casey old mate, my barge has come in

Bar the door Casey, don’t let me in

My shade’ll not cross your dear threshold again

Bar the door Casey, mind the way well

And send my poor ghost on to heaven or hell

We’ve stormed foreign strands & taken our knocks

Held fast to our picket & lay siege to the docks

We’ve mourned pals & lovers too long fore their time

Now Casey old China, the parting is mine

Bar the door Casey, don’t let me in

My shade’ll not cross your dear threshold again

Bar the door Casey, mind the way well

And send my poor ghost on to heaven or hell

I’ve penned a few lines to my missus of years

If ye find where she’s staying, don’t wait for the tears

And I’ve left a wee sum for to see me away

And a pint to fond memory at the close of the day

Bar the door Casey, don’t let me in

My shade’ll not cross your dear threshold again

Bar the door Casey, mind the way well

And send my poor ghost on to heaven or hell