Nov 2019
There was a young man from Blackheath sir,
Who carried his tool in a sheath, sir,
With a practiced quick draw
He would see, he would saw,
But he always wound up underneath her!
Who carried his tool in a sheath, sir,
With a practiced quick draw
He would see, he would saw,
But he always wound up underneath her!
Written by
Vic Miller
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