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Wales and Knotty Ash

Don’t Get Caught Games of yester’s busy bees Flattened farthins off the tram track Ticklin trout and snarin rabbit Sailing stick boats in the gutter Stealing one stop rides on trams Throwing stones at slow train firemen Collecting coal he’s throwin’ back Home fires carried in a sack How to tickle trout Find a nice welsh trout stream maybe in llannraedyr With an over hanging stone Lie down and slip your arm Into the freezing cold If you touch a trout He’ll shoot away Don’t move just wait slowly moving aching fingers Six times in ten he’ll come back when he does he’ll stay for a second Then come back faster soon he’ll stay Grab and throw him out! Snaring rabbits is easier Dirtier but that never slowed us Up or down

Copyright © | Year Posted 2006




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