tis the auld pub on kirkconnel main street were miners meet a jug of ale was a rare treat
The ashes of the day in the morning. are so red behold i get out of my bed smoke fire alarms to spread ashes. to ashes goodnight fred
Devine thy templar help to the poor bears of thy cross to pilgrims land five part star to order
past the time cilla was so fine sing a song to shine she was all mine in our world
Mr plump and mr plimp to meet and have tea by the sea they both stink not had a wash
Farewell thy fair day to the last fade of light look up westward site sun downward thee soar wee shall meet no more
Starry starry night painted to violets delight flaming flowers make it through the night the green fairy
blue to red tis a water shed my life was short and sweet tired i sleep thy hear beeps pink and yellow colour teek my love for you dinner time
island of gentle decay time capsule still lost world of its own time the detritus way of life whirlpool tidal races
Poeticous your so delicious hope your not malicious write a poem for thy own walk the winding road story’s of young and old
Hold my hands so i can stand my legs no more also very sore sorry to be a bore
Speaking words of wisdom let it be for you and me hey Jude don’t be sad to make it better into my heart
Remain the old clock of thee old tower with all his might still a old battle site Cromwell still in the fight
The red and blue retreat in battle to fight another day will soon be back where they belong
Sit and thee wonder looks like thunder go back down under make me sit and plunder long tall sally