Subject: Lyr Add: LITTLE RUSTIC HUT (Watt Nichol)
From:
bill\sables
Date: 01 Feb 01 - 03:47 PM
LITTLE RUSTIC HUT Watt Nichol.
Tune Garden where the Praties Grow
In a little rural village that's where I was born
With silver flowing streams and fields of flowing corn
But in my childhood memories the thing I most recall
Was the little rustic hut that stood against the garden wall
There were flowers in our garden a pleasure for to see
Pansies and marigolds and even some sweet peas
But nowhere in the garden did they grow so thick and tall
But round the little rustic hut that stood against the garden wall
I often used to curse when just a tiny tot
'Cos last thing at night I had to use a little pot
But I cursed even more when Winter snows began to fall
I had to use the little hut that stood against the garden wall
First time I saw it I never shall forget
A large hole in the ground and a board on which to sit
A large hole for the adults and for me one very small
In that little rustic hut that stood against the garden wall
As I sat on my little hole one night I had a plan
If I could cover my father's hole I'd prove myself a man
But I jack-knifed through the large hole into the pit I did fall
In the little rustic hut that stood against the garden wall
My father often came home drunk when I was only young
And from my bedroom window I could hear the song he sung
You can't come into this house I would hear my mother call
Go sleep in the rustic hut that stands against the garden wall
Though the house was bared and shuttered it was burgled twice or more
And I often got to thinking there's no lock upon the door
But they never thought to burgle no they never stole at all
From the little rustic hut that stood against the garden wall
Cheers Bill
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