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
To catch
a first glimpse of he we call Den.
'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.
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!
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:
Jolly Good Health'll take care of the
rest!