Smiffy was a little boy different from the rest. He had one eye pointing East and one pointing West. Ever since Tiny Murphy hit him with a sling. Smiffy with his glass eye glittering. Playing in the school-yard how the kids would marvel. When Smiffy popped his glass ‘un out and used it for a marble. He was such a character the kids would sing. Smiffy with his glass eye glittering. Walking down the street when two big louts. Come and tripped up Smiffy and his eye fell out. They used it as a conker on a piece of string. Smiffy with his glass eye glittering. The girls all laughed when Smiffy passed them by. They called him Cyclops he only had one eye. He never had a girl-friend or that sort of thing. Smiffy with his glass eye glittering. Smiffy used to dream of the Judgement Day. When the flood came and carried all his school-friends away. He was lifted up to Heaven on an Angel’s wing. Smiffy with his glass eye glittering. Nobody cried when his world fell apart. And poor Smiffy died of a broken heart. You have to turn a blind eye to that sort of thing. Smiffy with his glass eye glittering