Do
Do
Do what I can ,
But but maybe old man,
I can’t do what I wanna do,
Less I can catch a good holt,
Can’t do the sweet bolt,
Till I catch me a shiela , true blue,
Do think it is slack,
But, just never look back,
Till the fowls flap, wherever they flew.
Paula Swanson
Contest Name How Due You Dew
Copyright © Don Johnson | Year Posted 2011
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