Ach, a delicah constitution, have I

me auld bones are getting wearier

if somebody sneezes I have a cowld

its getting worser the more I get older

I can’t get a dacent man

but I’m looking as hard as I can

I’ve got a little piece of land

so for a dowry he’d be grand

See, since I buried my first two

it’s not easy to get a beau

and these day’s I’m not such a pretty view

I can be a bit contrary

and my moods oft vary

but unlike my sister Mary

I haven’t got a tash long and hairy

I don’t need any of that *** stuff

I can tell ya that for nuttin

Its help around the farm I’m huntin

I can make a dacent cup-o-tay

and I’m handy at baling the hay

so if your up for a bit of honest toil

and your humour don’t make me blood boil

Come marry Teresa Rafter

when I’m gone you’ll live happily ever after

Artists Skill

raising ordinary to extraordinary

taking the mundane

and playing with your brain

adding a twist here and there

some to lift, some to scare

making you look at things in a different way

allowing your imagination to come out and play

I despair

I’m losing my hair

No girl will care

I’ll just have to use that line so corny

that us balding men are extra *****

Spring, what joy you bring

to every growing, living thing

buds sprout, leaves come out

Winter is giving a might clout

Oh yeah, Spring’s about