Limericks 13

1st May and the choir sing at Magdalen Tower
A hymn of praise to the Trinity’s power
We celebrate May Day

1st May and the choir sing at Magdalen Tower
A hymn of praise to the Trinity’s power

Now wonderful Captain Tom is a Colonel
His achievement will remain eternal
He should be made a 'Sir'
Of that we all concur
No doubt his family are keeping a journal

1st May and the choir sing at Magdalen Tower

Now wonderful Captain Tom is a Colonel
His achievement will remain eternal
He should be made a 'Sir'
Of that we all concur

Now wonderful Captain Tom is a Colonel
His achievement will remain eternal
He should be made a 'Sir'

Now wonderful Captain Tom is a Colonel
His achievement will remain eternal

I'm beginning to fell a bit down in the dumps
I guess I must be a bit of a chump
A kick up the backside,
Would help if applied
But would give me a very sore rump.

Now wonderful Captain Tom is a Colonel

I'm beginning to feel a bit down in the dumps
I guess I must be a bit of a chump
A kick up the backside,
Would help if applied

I`m beginning to feel a bit down in the dumps
I guess I must be a bit of a chump
I need a kick up the backside,

I’m beginning to feel a bit down in the dumps
I guess I must be a bit of a chump

The bluebells are ringing in the glade
Glimpsed them my day has been made
And that wonderful smell
Casts a magical spell
I must see them again before they fade

I’m beginning to feel a bit down in the dumps

The bluebells are ringing in the glade
Glimpsed them my day has been made
And that wonderful smell
Casts a magical spell

The bluebells are ringing in the glade
Glimpsed them my day has been made
And that wonderful smell

The bluebells are ringing in the glade
glimpsed them my day has been made

Oz had candlelit vigils for Anzac Day
They came in their thousands, their wreaths to lay
Bowed heads with quiet thought
For those who had fought
Our gratitude we annually convey

The bluebells are ringing in the glade

Oz had candlelit vigils for Anzac Day
They came in their thousands, their wreaths to lay
Bowed heads with quiet thought
For those who had fought

Oz had candlelit vigils for Anzac Day
They came in their thousands, their wreaths to lay
Bowed heads with quiet thoughts

Oz had candlelit vigils for Anzac Day
They came in their thousands,their wreaths to lay

There's a little old man here in Worcester
Who searched all his life for his sister
Found her on the internet
Was it worth it? You bet!
As her best friend was Bertie Wooster.

Oz had candlelit vigils for Anzac Day

There's a little old man here in Worcester
Who searched all his life for his sister
Found her on the internet
Was it worth it? You bet!

There's a little old man here in Worcester
Who searched all his life for his sister
Found her with the internet

There's a little old man here in Worcester
Who searched all his life for his sister

How I wish that I had a green thumb
I'd grow flowers and fruit, and bees would hum
It would fill all my needs
Plants would whoosh up from seeds
I'd be ecstatic instead of glum.

There's a little old man here in Worcester

How I wish that I had a green thumb
I'd grow flowers and fruit, and bees would hum
It would fill all my needs
Plants would whoosh up from seeds

How I wish that I had a green thumb
I'd grow flowers and fruit, and bees would hum
It would fill all my needs