Hi all,

let's take this on a different tack. This is why I chose the Mudcat identity wildrover. I have written or spontaneously busked many a parody of the song Wild Rover. This gives me the opportunity to parody two songs at once, for example, Wild Rover/a boy named Sue:

Well my daddy left home when I was three. He's a mean ole cuss and just like me he's bin a wild wild rover for a number o' years. Well I don't blame him 'cos he ran and hid, and I swore to myself when I was a kid, I'd make a lot of dough and then blow it on Bourbon and beer. But now I've returned with gold in store and I'm never gonna play the wild rover no more 'cos rovin' get's kind o' teejus after a while. You'll have to excuse me but this here tale, it ain't too long but it's hell to tell. You see I had to fill in with this line to make it rhyme.

You see I went to an ale house I used to frequent, and I told the landlady my money was spent. Well in fact I said:
'I AIN'T GOT A SOU! COME ON! GIMME A BREW!"
That's what I told her.

I asked her for credit and she told me nay. She looked like a horse and so I fed her some hey, and she told me I could stick my credit where the sun don't shine!

So I took from my pocket some ten dollar bills, and man them bills musta give her a thrill, 'cos she looked at me like I'd give her a Texas goldmine.

She said "I've got licquors and beers of the best, and if you come upstairs I'm gonna show you the rest". Well I knew a rest was the last thing on her mind.

I'm goin' home to my mom to confess what I've done. She'll call me ma and I'll call her son...now wait a minute. There's somethin' wrong with that last line.

and if she takes me back once more, and embraces me like she did before...
Well...
If I ever think about rovin'...
(pause)
Hell! You bet I'm goin' rovin'. I can't stand that ole.

(bleep)