Thyme2dream, Calach et al,

Loose ends tidied up after 3 weeks of fiddling wi' the wurds.
Rob

THE MURDER O' THE COUNTY DOWN.

(Copyright 10/10/00, Rob Maxtone Graham.)


In a bar in a town, in a county down
in the depths o' oor rural shires,
Ye'll hear a chap that's soundin' crap,
like the muckin' o' Geordie's byre.
He'll try tha' singin', but his voice is hingin'.
He cannae remember the tune.
Sae ye heid tae the bar fer anither jar,
as he starts oan the County Down.

Tae Botany Bay or Barlinnie,
Peterheid or Perth's fair town.
He'll hae porrige a' his days in the H-block Maze
fer'th' murder o' the County Down.

As ye do the rounds o' the festival towns,
An' ye session in yer fav'rite bars.
Yer startin' a tune, when intae the room,
comes the boy wha' sings oot his arse.
He stumbles in wi' a crashin' din,
an' ye hope that he winnae sit down.
But he's here tae stay, an' then he says
"I'll gie ye the County Down"

He starts richt away wi' his terrible bray,
an' ye think aboot leavin' soon.
Half the words he missed, 'cos he's three parts pissed,
an' ye ken that yer session's doomed.
Two pipes he's smoked, four joints he's toked,
five pints an' three hash browns!
He lost the tone 'cos he was so stoned,
as he murdered the County Down.