Grandson of New Limerick (Son of New Limerick contd.)

I've friends who don't seem to know me
They often pass by but don't see
I've tried shouting out
I'm going to pout
And they won't be invited for tea

I'll just have to find someone new

I'll just have to find someone new
Who'll want to share my point of view

I'll just have to find someone new
Who'll want to share my point of view
Try Ray the recluse

I'll just have to find someone new
Who'll want to share my point of view
Try Ray the recluse
Although he's obtuse

I'll just have to find someone new
Who'll want to share my point of view
Try Ray the recluse
Although he's obtuse
But enjoys the old "*how do you do?*"

I enjoy walking my dog in the woods

I enjoy walking my dog in the woods
We both wear raincoats with red hoods

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There was was a fellow called Fritz

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There once was a fellow called Fritz

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I enjoy walking my dog in the woods
We both wear raincoats with red hoods
No matter the time

I enjoy walking my dog in the woods
We both wear raincoats with red hoods
That’s not very wise

I enjoy walking my dog in the woods
We both wear raincoats with red hoods
No matter the time
Or even the clime

I enjoy walking my dog in the woods
We both wear raincoats with red hoods
No matter the time
Or even the clime
Whether rain, hail or shine

I enjoy a run every day

I enjoy a run every day
Until snow-drifts get in the way,

I enjoy a run every day
Until snow drifts get in the way
Then I make a snowman

I enjoy a run every day
Until snow drifts get in the way
Then I make a snowman
Go visit my gran

I enjoy a run every day
Until snow drifts get in the way
Then I make a snowman
Go visit my gran
And not run outside 'til next May

My running machine is inside

My running machine is inside
It’s dusty and dirty, from it I hide

My running machine is inside
It's dusty and dirty, from it I hide
It's in the spare room

My running machine is inside
It's dusty and dirty, from it I hide
It's in the spare room
Where I keep my loom

My running machine is inside
It's dusty and dirty, from it I hide
It's in the spare room
Where I keep my loom
And unused they both just abide.

I'm getting more lazy each day

I'm getting more lazy each day
Putting off till tomorrow’s my way

I'm getting more lazy each day
Putting off till tomorrow's my way
I just do not care

I'm getting more lazy each day
Putting off till tomorrow's my way
I just do not care
I’ve Just found a hair

I'm getting more lazy each day
Putting off till tomorrow's my way
I just do not care
I've just found a hair
Well get out the hoover I'd say

Though I must say I'm not houseproud