Well I asked me mum and this what she came up with. BAREFOOT DAYS
In barefoot days, when we were just a couple of kids
In barefoot days, oh boy the things we did
We'd go down to a shady nook
With a bent pin for a hook
And we'd fish all day, and we'd fish all night
And the bloody old fish, refused to bite
We'd slide and slide, on some old cellar door
We'd slide and slide, til our pants got tore, a little more
Then we'd have to go home, and climb into bed
While our mother got busy with a needle and thread
Oh boy, what joy
We had in barefoot days
Regards Mick Bracken