hi y'all,

[dt, search cheeked]

looking for maybe music hall song.

i have some already, it goes:

a nice folding bed we had hidden away,
for years and years and years,
to put up our friends when they wanted to stay,
for years and years and years,
but sorry to say like the mistletoe bough,
something went wrong with the spring somehow,
and we've not seen him down at the old dun cow,
for years and years and years,