"When a man grows old, and his voice turns cold,
And his tuneing peg turns Blue,
And it sounds in the middle, like an off key fiddle
Well a tale or two he'll tell."

"So hand me a beer, and pull up a chair
And a tale I'll tell to you,
About two young folkiess from that Mainland Hell
And a Singer called, Newfoundland Nell."

"Now Banjo Pete, and Bhodran Dick,
were out on the Folksing Trail
And they'd had no luck,in the way of a pluck,
for niegh on a month or two."

"Now up to the bar, came a beaten up car
To the Bar down in the Strand,
With Bodhran Dick with his beating stick,
And Pete with his Banjo in hand."

Further verses invited !!!

Gareth