![]() ![]() In the tavern, do not tarry, when you've got all you can carry,īut take up your load and slowly walk away.įor the "Horrors" is an awful price to pay, Like the one learned while I in the gutter lay I was weary, sick and busted I was really quite disgusted,Īnd I vowed to sign the pledge that very day.įor each humble, lowly creature, a great lesson he can teach ya, Then I started in to mutter and I rose up from the gutter, Then the goat got up and slowly walked away. "William dear, your social status don't include men such as that is," Till the Nanny goat, unto her mate, did say: Then again my pulse did flutter, and my heart was soft as butter ![]() While his wife munched on an empty sardine can. Then the dog got up and slowly walked away.ĭown the street there came a clatter, and a gentle pitter-patter,Īnd it seemed that Billy knew me, for he quickly drew up to me, Then his mistress said, "Come, Fido, that disgusting man may bite you," While the dog raised up his head to loudly bay In the gutter, still reclining, I began "Sweet Adeline-ing," Till he gently licked the stubble on my face. When a dog sat down beside me, and I thought he came to chide me, Thinking of the weakness of the human race, Then the moon began to shine in that old gutter I reclined in, Then the cow got up and slowly walked away. "Leave that brute this moment, Sonja, or your milk will curdle on ya," Then I saw her eyelids flutter and a tear fell in the gutter, Then I heard a gentle mooing, it was like a pigeon cooing,Īs a home returning cow stopped in her stride,Īnd her eyes were big and gentle her expression sentimental,Īs she curtsied low and sat down by my side. Then the pig got up and slowly walked away. "You can tell a man that boozes by the company he chooses," Till a lady, passing by, did chance to say: Then I lay there in the gutter and my heart was all a-flutter, When my feet began to stutter and I fell into the gutter,Īnd a pig came up and lay down by my side. I was carting home a load with manly pride, 'Twas an evening in October, I'll confess I wasn't sober, When we've drunk that they'll be no more for us,Īnybody else remember any of those old long lost songs some body would get up and sing ? Edited Jby grinder (I know, this is starting to sound like a Lionel Bart Musical so I'll kick on.)īut one fellow had one that stuck in my head and I always wondered where it was from, any body any idea ?Īnd yes, I'm going to stand up and sing it for you. One Ladies I remember Was "Show me your yo yo tonight" Sometimes it was a classic every body could join in on like " My brother Sylvest, he's got a row of forty medals on his chest (BIG CHEST), but usually it was one only they knew and they stood up week after week to belt it out. Pre Jukebox and piped music days Saturday night when every body had had a few bevies, the world seemed a better place, every body would start to relax after a hard weeks graft so naturally when some one would kick off with a song suddenly the whole pub would be rocking so to speak.Įvery body would sing along to the old standards "Underneath the archers", "Show me the way to go home" etcetera, but in there there was always the odd solo artists wanting to singing his/her own song, and although it was the same song every week every body listened. ![]() Being an old fogey this will probably go down like a lead balloon but here goes.ĭon't drink much now but in my callow youth I would partake of the odd tipple now and again and of a weekend quaffing ale was my principle occupation
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