Thanks Dead - suitably copied and stolen!! Been after something like that for a while now!

Have this in exchange.....

As I walked out one May morning
To view the fields and leaves a springing
I saw two maidens standing by,
And one of them her hands was wringing:

Saying 'Oh hear oh, oh dear oh,
Me husband's too much Courage in him!
Oh, beer oh.

All sorts of teas did I provide,
All sorts of drinks that's fitting for him
With Camomile and lemon too,
But still he's too much Courage in him:

My husband will dance and caper and sing,
And other things, when drink's within him
But he cannot do the thing I want,
Because he's too much Courage in him:

My husband's admired where ere he goes,
And everyone looks well upon him.
But I know what he's really like,
When he has too much Courage in him:

Every night when he comes to bed,
He lies with mouth agape and snoring
He sounds like someone sawing wood,
Or into granite rocks are boring:

Ten long years I've made his bed
And every night he's laid beside me
But still I've got me maidenhead,
Thanks to bloody Courage Brewery:

I wish me husband he was dead
Drunk and in the gutter lying
He'll learn his lesson well and then
No alcoholic drinks he's buying:


LTS