Tim...Hope you dont mind....a couple of corrections to "Old Johnnie",
Matt used to sing it regularly in the Oban Bar on Ferry Brae....Now called Ingrams.



With his umbrella,and a loud huzza,
He set off o'er the sea.
Kicked every black,till they started kickin' back,
then he crawled home on his knees.

He put uo his mitts ,to his old pal Fritz,
saying Ill soon stop yor larks.
With a mighty Pound ,Fritz fell to the ground,
and arose with a million Marks.

A great writer and an even greater man....Mahatma Ginndi lives