Lyr Add: The Black Brook Boggart of Gregson Lane

Subject: Lyr Add: The Black Brook Boggart of Gregson Lane
From: GUEST,Graham Dixon
Date: 16 Oct 23 - 06:51 AM

BLACK BROOK BOGGART

Dixon/Snape

I swore that I would never touch a drop of beer again
The night the Black Brook Boggart followed me down Gregson Lane*

Thursday night at the Castle Hotel good company good beer
I’m sad to say that I’m on my way so I’ll wish you all good cheer
Whilst walking home by the hawthorn hedge way after closing time
My heart went bump and my feet went cold when I heard that eerie whine
Two evil eyes peered out at me near scared me half to death
With pointed horns and great big teeth and red hot steaming breath

Friday night at the Hospital Inn good company good beer
It makes me grieve but I have to leave Bank Head Lane *

Saturday night at the Old Oak Pub good company good beer
I have to fly so I’ll say goodbye Daub Haul Lane*

Sunday morning half past ten down by the hawthorn hedge again
A shiver runs right up my spine as I detect that evil swine
Look through the hedge what do I see two big eyes staring back at me
With great big teeth and steaming breath and pointed horns but now
It’ not a Black Brook Boggart it’s Farmer Wilmers co
The song can be heard here BLACK BROOK BOGGART

Dixon/Snape

I swore that I would never touch a drop of beer again
The night the Black Brook Boggart followed me down Gregson Lane*

Thursday night at the Castle Hotel good company good beer
I’m sad to say that I’m on my way so I’ll wish you all good cheer
Whilst walking home by the hawthorn hedge way after closing time
My heart went bump and my feet went cold when I heard that eerie whine
Two evil eyes peered out at me near scared me half to death
With pointed horns and great big teeth and red hot steaming breath

Friday night at the Hospital Inn good company good beer
It makes me grieve but I have to leave Bank Head Lane *

Saturday night at the Old Oak Pub good company good beer
I have to fly so I’ll say goodbye Daub Haul Lane*

Sunday morning half past ten down by the hawthorn hedge again
A shiver runs right up my spine as I detect that evil swine
Look through the hedge what do I see two big eyes staring back at me
With great big teeth and steaming breath and pointed horns but now
It’ not a Black Brook Boggart it’s Farmer Wilmers cow
The song can be heard here The Black Brook Boggart of Gregson Lane
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