Tuesday, 18 October 2016

Atop the hill

The mountain calls the fog does fall
Up the hill the oats the corn the call

Rocks gravel sand turns to dust
Does and bucks the lust

Out comes the gun the black crows the fun
Bang bang from tow hundred yards

The crows do scatter
Wat the hell crows don,t matter

THE BARN

From the air in the barn
Rats flies the farmers yarn

The rain beats down tin roof the goof
Water by the gallon cream the proof

The sawdust blows the driven snows
The farmer blows his nose

The warm heat from the cattle
The farmer knows he has won the battle

Sunday, 14 August 2016

Oil Pipe Strife

Money in the ground
From east to west the oil is bound

The money the rich oil men don't bitch

The money the oil is found

How much barrel ask Bob or Cheryl
Black oil the Christmas carol

Black oil in the ground
More down the road is found

Dog Dirt Done

There comes a time the day must come
The dog gives up his sum

From where I ve been a life of sin
From far and wide Ive been

Trust me not I no longer belong
This my final song

Fee Ma Fury

Where she lost her son
The fury the bikes the run

Flirting the skirt jesting the men for fun
Off with her coat she lost her son

Pa Pa said he really don't care
More cold meat for the bear

Between the two the name
Ma Ma Pa Pa the same

 
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