Ee-Aye-Ee-Aye-Ee-Aye-Oh
Get your knees up, Mother Brown,
For tonight we're going to town.
Under the table, you might go
It won't be knees up though
It will be from the pints swigged down.
Copyright © Shirley Hawkins | Year Posted 2022
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