Gott in Himmel!!! 'Spaw, where do you find these sites? As Joe did ask for songs I was going to contribute one but my concentration has now been seriously disturbed! Still here goes anyway:
THE BANKS OF THE ROSES– for Joe
When I was a young lad, my mother used to say,
I would be a roving lad, and easy led astray,
Sure, before I would wed I would rather sport and play,
On the bonny, bonny banks of the roses.
With the boys of the parish, sure I led a roving life,
I courted many pretty girls, but never took a wife,
And oft-times a merry tune on my tin flute I would play,
On the bonny, bonny banks of the roses.
Now a roving life is easy, but there's one thing that I lacked,
So I said to my Christina, O will you take me back,
And let us get married, and we'll never rue the day
That we met on the banks of red roses.
On the banks of the roses, my love and I sat down,
I took out my wee tin flute to play to her a tune,
In the middle of the tune, sure the bonny lassie cried,
O Joe, my dearest Joe, O never leave me.
I took out a wee gold ring as bright as any star,
And placed it on her finger that was so long and fair,
And when we are wed, sure still we'll sport and play
On the bonny, bonny banks of the roses.
Matthew Edwards 10 January 2002
Perhaps another little ditty I remember might be maore apprpriate:
She offered her honour,
He honoured her offer.
And all through the night,
He was on her, and off her.