Kirsty MacColl was her own certain goddess.
Kirsty MacColl was her own universe.
Kirsty MacColl was lusty and vibrant.
Kirsty MacColl was mother and kind.
She is survived by two sons and her fans who adored her.
She is survived by her voice and her songs/sing/sang/sung.
That God saw fit to snatch such a beautiful star for his firmament makes Kirsty, old girl, shine all the brighter in the skies after all over all and all that.
God bless ye young lady fare thee well, Kirsty dearó
Fare thee well though thy parting still grieves me.
Fare thee well toast the taverns in the town and there our true love sets her down.
Special guest contributor Claudia Mackie