[WG.]

how often do you get them wg?

Should have added - only get them when I go back to Orkney at the right time of year.  25 miles from the sea now, and 600ft elevation, I don't get many hereabouts!  

[muntjac]

ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh but ,twas my delight on a shiny nite in the season of the year  

[muntjac]

here ya go mateb id thoughht id give ya it in full lol

When I was bound apprentice in famous Lincolnshire
'Twas well I served my master for nigh on seven years
Till I took up to poaching as you shall quickly hear
Oh, 'tis my delight on a shiny night in the season of the year.

As me and my companions was setting out a snare
'Twas then we spied the gamekeeper, for him we didn't care
For we can wrestle and fight, my boys, and jump from anywhere
Oh, 'tis my delight on a shiny night in the season of the year.

As me and my companions were setting four or five
And taking them all up again, we caught a hare alive
We caught a hare alive, my boys, and through the woods did steer
Oh, 'tis my delight on a shiny night in the season of the year.

We threw him over my shoulder, boys, and then we trudged home
We took him to a neighbour's house and sold him for a crown
We sold him for a crown, my boys, but I divven't tell you where
Oh, 'tis my delight on a shiny night in the season of the year.

Success to every gentleman that lives in Lincolnshire
(Alt. Bad luck to every magistrate)
Success to every poacher that wants to sell a hare
Bad luck to every gamekeeper that will not sell his deer
Oh, 'tis my delight on a shiny night in the season of the year.

[WG.]

Very excellent, young man.  But you do realise that you'll have to "sing fer yer supper" if you ever venture North to shoot bunnies or catch spoots.  The above song would be most appropriate.

[muntjac]

* that it would be a rendition of the boy stood on the burning deck methinks loolo  

[WG.]

Take your pick but you wouldn't get much supper for one poem    ...

The boy stood on the burning deck
Playing a game of cricket,
The ball flew down his trouser leg
And hit his middle wicket.

The boy stood on the burning deck
Picking his nose like mad,
He rolled it into little balls
And flicked it at his dad.

The boy stood on the burning deck
Eating a tuppenny Walls,
A bit dropped down his trouser leg
And paralysed his b*lls.

[muntjac]

not them versions,,, im navy remember lolo

[WG.]

not them versions,,, im navy remember lolo

That's exactly why I wanted to set the tone before you got any of your versions posted ...  

[muntjac]