"IS MY RUG CURLED
THAT I WAS USED TO FLATTENING
AND REMONSTRATION
WHEN OFFENCE WAS HAPPENING?"
AY, THE HORSES TRAMPLE
ITS RECYCLED FIBRES
AND AERATE THE SANCTUARY SOIL
FOR HORSES, DONKEYS, DOGS AND SUBSCRIBERS
“Is football playing
Along the river shore,
With lads to chase the leather,
Now I stand up no more?”
Ay the ball is flying,
The lads play heart and soul;
The goal stands up, the keeper
Stands up to keep the goal.
"ARE THE KIDS HAPPY
THAT I COULDN'T TEACH
AND DO THEY EVER WEEP
FOR THEIR FATHER EACH?"
AY, THEY'RE PROUD AS PUNCH
AND BANGING ON LIKE MAD
ABOUT RESPECT FOR ALL THINGS
THEY SPEAK OF THEIR 'BIRTH DAD'
"IS MY FRIEND HEARTY
NOW I AM THIN AND PINE
AND HAS HE FOUND TO KEEP
A BETTER HOUSE THAN MINE?"
AYE LAD, REST EASY,
I CHOOSE AS WOULD A LAD
I CHEER A DEAD MAN'S KIDS
WHO CHOOSE TO CALL ME DAD.
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