Lyr. Add: Mussels in the Corner
Flying Folk Army, Duane Murrin.

1
When I was just a lad of nine,
I felt as though the world were mine;
What I remember most about that time,
Were mussels in the corner.
2
Walking in the pouring rain,
Can't wait to get home again;
Kettle's boiling on the flame,
And there's mussels in the corner.
3
When I get home i'll have a bath,
And write myself an epitaph;
And when I'm done I'll start to laugh,
At mussels in the corner.
4
Sitting with a cocky grin,
Regardless of the mood they're in;
Longing to be thin again,
Are mussels in the corner.
5
When I get home I'll have a snack,
and give the dog a paddy wack;
And throw a nutshell on the stack
Of mussels in the corner.
6
And if the pile tumbles down,
To cover up the underground;
We'll dance in the glorious sound,
Of mussels in the corner.
7
Sitting with a cocky grin,
Regardless of the mood they're in;
Longing to be thin again,
Are mussels in the corner.

Nonsense lyrics by Duane Murrin. Copied from the great collection, "GEST Songs of Newfoundland and Labrador,"
GEST Songs of NFLD and LABRADOR