Aye, HarpyGal...yer testin' the strength of me testes, eh?

Footballers may indulge, and on occasion, over-indulge, in the ethyl esters of C2H3OH, and perhaps some of us may twist a twig of fulminating tobacco, but THC...of the cannibis family...nope, no thanks, aside from "medicinal anabolic steroids" we as a lot.... are drug free.

I will check the Indian/Nepal clubs for songs in reference to your distilate of preference. This may take awhile and something may be lost in the translations. You are a challenging gal, with peculiar tastes.

In the meantime, please satisfy yourself with the following.

THERE WAS AN OLD FARMER
Tune - Sweet Betsy from Pike - OR Sweet Violets

There was an old farmer who sat on a rock,
Shaking and waving his big hairy
Fist at the ladies next door in the Ritz,
Who taught the young girls to play with their
Kite strings and marbles and all things galore,
Along came a lady who looked like a
Decent young lady, but walked like a duck,
She thought she'd invented a new way to
Bring up the children, to sew and to knit,
The boys in the stable were shoveling
Litter and paper from yesterday's hunt,
And old farmer Potter was having some
Cake in the stables and singing this song,
And if you think it's dirty,
You're fucking well wrong!