Me Old Mate
Hey up me old mucker,
how`s tha doing me old mate,
where did tha get that big shiner?
has tha bin in a fate.
av cum round to see thee,
for thee to give me a hand,
cos av just had delivered,
a couple tun o sand.
am puttin extension,
on back o me house,
place is so small,
a cudnt swing a mouse.
wife keeps on moaning,
ses house is too small,
she`s gonna stop me tap,
if i dont start that wall.
so am beggin ya mate,
will tha give me a hand?
pass me sum bricks,
an mix up the sand.
wen its all finished,
al tek thee down to pub,
will have a few pints,
an sum rate tasty grub.
i can go back to me wife,
with me cap in me hand,
an thanks to me mate,
things ill be grand.
tha never did tell me,
how that got that big shiner,
but thanks a lot mate,
me best mucker, me old china.
16/5/2023
Copyright © Simon Hamill | Year Posted 2023
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