"Things fall apart, the centre cannot hold" - W.B. Yeats.
"We're doomed !" - Private Frazer.
"Like scrolling through a decade's worth of Daily Mail editorials in 20 minutes" - TheLoonyFromCatford
Tuesday, November 20, 2007
I've got a pal, A reg'lar out an' outer, She's a dear good old gal. I'll tell yer all about 'er. It's many years since fust we met, 'Er 'air was then as black as jet; It's whiter now, but she don't fret, Not my old gal!
Chorus: We've been together now for sixty years, An' it don't seem a day too much. There ain't a lady livin' in the land As I'd swop for my dear old Dutch. No, there ain't a lady livin' in the land As I'd swop for my dear old Dutch.
I calls 'er Sal, 'Er proper name is Sairer, An' yer may find a gal As you'd consider fairer. She ain't a angel - she can start A-jawin' till it makes yer smart, She's just a woman, bless 'er 'eart, Is my old gal!
Sweet fine old gal, For worlds I wouldn't lose 'er; She's a dear good old gal, An' that's what made me choose 'er. She's stuck to me through thick and thin, When luck was out, when luck was in. Ah! wot a wife to me she's been, An' wot a pal!
I sees yer, Sal - Yer pretty ribbons sportin'! Many years now, old gal, Since them young days of courtin'. I ain't a coward, still I trust When we've to part, as part we must, That Death may come and take me fust To wait ... my pal!