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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
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Oct 30, 2016
Oct 30, 2016 at 11:38 PM UTC
Any Old Rags And Bones
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
Written and published in 2008 by myself just for a bit of fun, hope you enjoy. LynnKaren
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Oct 30, 2016
Oct 30, 2016 at 11:38 PM UTC
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