They laid out the body in that peaceful pagan home
To pay their last respects, all the neighbours came along

In the wee hours of the morning pagan words from a whisky still
Fall in from the bushes, sworn enemies are friends again

Someone spilt Porter on the corpse in the middle of a song
And the stories kept on coming back from 1941

Sail on, sail on Jimmy/Sail on, Jimmy boy
Sail on, sail on Jimmy/From this Irish Pagan ritual

Mad Mary from the crossroads grabbed my arse for all to see
I'll tell your fortune Scoby If you come on home with me

In the name of God now Mary, some respect for the dead
You can't be grabbing arses at a Pagan ritual

Sail on, sail on Jimmy/ Sail on, Jimmy boy
Sail on, sail on Jimmy/From this Irish Pagan ritual

Father Tim is telling Tommy how the Israelites came in
And Tommy's eating sandwiches that are piled up next to him

Someone started singing Ah Revenge for Skibereen
There's a French lad there translating

For the next-door neighbour’s daughter
Jean Louis and lovely Angelie

Sail on, sail on Jimmy/Sail on, Jimmy boy
Sail on, sail on Jimmy/From this Irish Pagan ritual

In the wee hours of the morning, we were howling at the moon
When the Mystic wind took Jimmy way up to the Mystic room

Up up up up up he's gone, in peace to save us all
Gone with a Mystic blessing from that peaceful Pagan ritual

Sail on, sail on Jimmy/Sail on, Jimmy boy
Sail on, sail on Jimmy/From this Irish Pagan ritual
Sail on, sail on Jimmy/Sail on, Jimmy boy
Sail on, sail on Jimmy/From this Irish Pagan ritual