Beirut

A plague on the workhouse a plague on the poor now
I'll beat on my drum til I'm dead
Yesterday fever, tomorrow St. Peter
I'll beat on my drum until then
etc...
Same chords throughout verse and chorus, until you reach:
I'll sing of the walls of the well and the house at the top of the hill
I'll sing of the bottles of wine that we left on our old window sill
etc