Heyup Tyke!
    I'm not having this!!!
    Who is this trollop, this maid of the mountains, who tries to steal the lovely body of my beloved Hawaiian shirted Tykekins??
    You promised me so much when you dragged me round all the 45 public houses in the Whitby area, forcing me to drink Real Ale, and teaching me how to sing very loud, like you. We could have made a great team...You on undertuned guitar and me on my trombone.
    Is it all over now?
    Are our wonderful days of bliss in the Friendship club and Jolly Sailors finished?*

    I will have to move to the far off Lakes to find solace.
             * and the Black Horse, the Tap and spile,the Endeavour, the Board, the ship etc. etc.
         Speak to me Oh Tykey one
            
         
                                  Penny Hedge(who has taken a fence)
                                       Gerrit? please yerself