FOR DENNIS BULLOCK'S BIRTHDAY & EARLY RETIREMENT - 10TH JULY, 1990

 

Long years ago when I was a boy,

And living in Burton was all full of joy,

We were playing around in old Donkey Lane

While old Poppa Biles glared out through the pane:

Like a small hare there ran up the hill

Proper excited Charl. Bullock's boy Bill,

Crying "We got a baby! Another new brother!

He's down in the cottage along with our Mother!

We went down to look just like proper men

To catch a first glimpse of he we call Den.

Many years later when I was away

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To catch a first glimpse of he we call Den.

My Mum used to write with news of the day -

'Flo Bullock's youngest, you do mind he

Has gone in to work for the 'Lectricity'

Later old Buckshot came back from leave

Said Den. had grown up,I'd never believe!

And was courting a maid named Sheila Green

Who you might call a Pymore Colleen.

The years rolled on by and then we came home

Swearing again that we'd never roam,

Finally settled at Number Thirteen

Up Lower Townsend when the trees were all green.

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There was Edgar on one side, Dennis the other

And one glass of Ale could lead to another:

I remember one time when the bottles were dead

We three sallied forth to see old George 1-lead

To catch him outdoors in his bare birthday suit

And shout loudly 'Boo' and see old George scoot.

George heard us coming and wouldn't come out

Though we sat on the pavement and started to shout

So we sat on the pavement and loud noises made

As we gave him and his Missus the Great Serenade!

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If I had time what stories I'd tell

Or then again, perhaps it's as well

We've had ups and downs but let it be clear

When it comes round to Christmas at the end of the year

With bright decorations, log fire and the tree

There's one thing I know makes Christmas for me

Dennis comes in to sample the brew

As good neighbours should, we have a right do.

These days I'm decrepit and can't sing a note

But this proposition I'll put to the vote:

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To Dennis and Sheila, All of the Best

Jolly Good Health'll take care of the rest!

 

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