Any Old Rags And Bone


Remembering the sound of hooves on cobbled streets
A sturdy man with reins with treasures near his feet
He bellowed loud and clear whilst sitting on his throne
These words still haunt my mind “Any old rags and bone!”

Chorus
Any old rags and bone! Any old rags and bone!
These words he’d cry out loud, I’d hear them in my home
They all rushed to him with bags filled up with ware
I’d look at him transfixed and he’d just sit and stare!

Ma and Pa would go, to gaze at his big horse
All mottled up with muck, his mane all tired and coarse
They’d pat him on his back and tell him it’s alright
But when his Master called, he’d fill the roads with *****!

Chorus
Any old rags and bone! Any old rags and bone!
These words he’d cry out loud, I’d hear them in my home
They all rushed to him with bags filled up with ware
I’d look at him transfixed and he’d just sit and stare!

I never seen no bones, but loads of scruffy clothes
He looked as proud as punch with mismatched stocking toes
He would smile at me with teeth all made of gold
Then he’d shout them words, what made my blood run cold!

Chorus
Any old rags and bone! Any old rags and bone!
These words he’d cry out loud, I’d hear them in my home
They all rushed to him with bags filled up with ware
I’d look at him transfixed and he’d just sit and stare!

Alas one day he died, whilst eating fish and chips
He never stood a chance as down his throat they slipped
At last he got his wish to be the best **** man that’s known
A cart that’s full of rags, and in his throat that crooked bone!

Chorus
Any old rags and bone! Any old rags and bone!
These words he’d cry out loud, I’d hear them in my home
They all rushed to him with bags filled up with ware
I’d look at him transfixed and he’d just sit and stare!


© By LynnKaren