Last night my server went down just as I finished laboriously writing out the words to the London version of "Jack of All Trades". By this morning they had been posted already. Anyway it was in my head. So that's the tune.


The Tail of Ken Garoo

As I roved out on a May morning, on a May morning so early
I came upon a savage beast, by crikey he was burly.
His cruel teeth dripped with the blood of my poor cousin Harry
And he had his eye on the comely tail of the maid I hope to marry.

She has a picture of my face in a tasteful fake-gold locket
She keeps it on a silver chain stuffed well down in her pocket.
Anyhow, now where was I? oh yes! I well remember
The day I fanned the heart-deep flames of anger's dying ember.

We had to move from out of town our hungry bones a-showing
To where they splash the water 'round to keep their lawns a-growing.
Never do they eat the grass, but well before the dawning
They cut it off with loud machines on peaceful Sunday mornings.

A poodle 'twas, I do believe, with a silly jeweled collar
Nary was a leash in sight, nor master's heel did foller.
They all have teeth and they do bite, no matter what their breeding
For sport they chase, they run us down, their masters never heeding.

But we have ways, a few small tricks, come brothers sleek and furry*
Baptize them all in yon deep pond, to heaven let them let them hurry
That's how I saved my own sweet skin and earned my true-love's pleasure
Come follow me and hop around a-tripping merry measure.


*Pronounced like the Cornish dance.

A bit abrupt, the end bit, but the subject begs for the quick bite.


                                                                Cheers, Joy