++Grandson of New Limerick (Son of New Limerick cont)

Not so good the next day though
Need “hair of the dog” like a Merlot!
An aspirin or two
And trips to the loo

Not so good the next day though
Need “hair of the dog” like a Merlot!
An aspirin or two
And trips to the loo
Will help your headache to go.

A hike on the moors

A hike on the moors
It's great being out of doors

A hike on the moors
It’s great being out of doors
My spirits are lifted all day

A hike on the moors
It's great being out of doors
My spirits are lifted all day
What more can I say

A hike on the moors
It's great being out of doors
My spirits are lifted all day
What more can I say
But I have to crawl home on all fours.

There was a young baker called Paul

There was a young baker called Paul
Whose buns were admired by all

There was a young baker called Paul
Whose buns were admired by all
He sold quite a few

There was a young baker called Paul
Whose buns were admired by all
He sold quite a few
I bought one or two

There was a young baker called Paul
Whose buns were admired by all
He sold quite a few
I bought one or two
I'll admit for Paul I did fall

He was small but perfectly formed

He was small but perfectly formed
Next to him, I just felt deformed

He was small but perfectly formed
Next to him, I just felt deformed
But I pulled up my socks
And tidied my locks

He was small but perfectly formed
Next to him, I just felt deformed
But I pulled up my socks
And tidied my locks
And to me he finally warmed

The man had a wart on his nose

The man had a wart on his nose
My mum said , just leave him, he’s gross

The man had a wart on his nose
My mum said, just leave him, he's gross
But I found it cute

The man had a wart on his nose
My mum said, just leave him, he's gross
But I found it cute
And he wasn't a brute

The man had a wart on his nose
My mum said, just leave him he's gross
But I found it cute
And he wasn't a brute
Just a shame, in the dark, how it glows

I once knew a butcher called Bob

I once knew a butcher called Bob
Whose bacon cooked well on the hob

I once knew a butcher called Bob
Whose bacon cooked well on the hob
His chops, quite tender

I once knew a butcher called Bob
Whose bacon cooked well on the hob
His chops, quite tender
The fat he did render

I once knew a butcher called Bob
Whose bacon cooked well on the hob
His chops, quite tender
The fat he did render
But sadly, his son was a yob.

I do love the Brontes’ fine tales

I do love the Brontes' fine tales
The one about Jane never fails

I do love the Brontes' fine tales
The one about Jane never fails
Tales of the moors

I do love the Brontes’ fine tales
The one about Jane never fails
Tales of the moors
Secrets behind doors

I do love the Brontes' fine tales
The one about Jane never fails
Tales of the moors
Secrets behind doors
And poor Cathy who wails and wails

Charles Dickens was one of the greats