I'm trying to draw out the pain
From the pencil lead
When lead broke off thatss .
When my pain stopped
I won't want to draw out again this pain

They say only time can heal this wound,
But god I wish time would get on with it.

Lard
that's what it was and that's what it is that makes us Northerners so hard, as tough as old boots my dad used to say and he had his Lard every day, sometimes it doubled as Brylcreem as mad as that might seem, but we were poor then even though a pint of brown only cost a shilling and a night on the town could be had for half a dollar.

Follow lard lad and you can't go wrong.