More Info When the nights are dark and stormy and the bitter north wind blows
Cross the fields from Shirehampton where the muddy Avon flows
Where the Pillites gaily ride over on the ferry from the other side
The boat starts swingin you'll hear them singin' float in on the tide
Pill Pill I love thee still even though I'm leaving
Pill Pill I love thee still when the ferry boat starts heavin
