A long time ago, I would pray I could make the folk dance when I'd play But then February's news Bought a fresh wave of blues The music had died on that day
So bye-bye, Miss American Pie, The levee I drove to was dry. Good ol' boys in their folly Raised whiskies to Holly 'This will be the day they I die.'
This was communicated to me a long time ago by the late Mr. G.T.Hughes; Rosie père
There was an old queer of Khartoum Who took a lesbian up to his room He said to his mate Now let's get this straight Who does what, and with what, and to whom?