Think I’ll pour some homemade beer
To give myself a little cheer
It’s so cold and wintry here –
The sunshine’s gone to Oxfordshire
Sunday looks a promising day –
Then the sunshine’s here to stay
My young love rests, hopefully sleeps
In the afternoon in Spring – she
Causes the cold bird to sing, she...
If I could tickle your toes, my Rose
And stroke your sumptuous bottom
‘Twould mean my dear, you’re here, quite close...
