Sunday, 20 January 2013

Folk Song

(Imagine a man in a fluffy woollen cardigan, a live badger for a beard,
eyes closed and one finger in his ear for full effect)

Oooooh when I was out a walkin' in the merry month of may
I espied a couple of lovers, at it in the hay
And there I met sweet Mary, she was my true love fair
Until I found she was a man, that's a wig - and not her hair

Singing walk with me, come walk with me, along me garden path
But there's many a snake'll bite you, so watch out for your ass
And many a time we'll pass this way and think back to the day
When we were two young lovers, at it in the hay