NEW - "New Limerick Thread II 2016" (following New Limerick Thread

He awoke, the moon seemed so near
He thought, I’ve nothing to fear
I’ll get rid of these shoes
I’ve nothing to lose

He awoke, the moon seemed so near
He thought, I’ve nothings to fear
I'll get rid of these shoes

He awoke, the moon seemed so near
He thought, I’ve nothings to fear

there was an old cobbler in Troon
Who tried hard to fly to the moon
Climbed onto the roof
Where he felt aloof
But then he went into a swoon

He awoke, the moon seemed so near

There was an old cobbler in Troon
Who tried hard to fly to the moon
Climbed onto the roof
Where he felt so aloof

There was an old cobbler in Troon
Who tried hard to fly to the moon
Climbed onto the roof

There was an old cobbler in Troon
Who tried hard to fly to the moon

A vicar renounced his old faith
When he saw a mysterious wraith
A AI style bot
He felt such a clot
But it really looked real, he saith.

There was an old cobbler in Troon

A vicar renounced his old faith
When he saw a mysterious wraith
An A-I style bot
He felt such a clot

He felt such a clot

A vicar renounced his old faith
When he saw a mysterious wraith
An A-I style bot

A vicar renounced his old faith
When he saw a mysterious wraith

The countryside calls to me still
As I stand atop the ancient hill
I can see for miles
Over bridges and stiles
Hand in hand with my darling Bill.

A vicar renounced his old faith

The countryside calls to me still
As I stand atop the ancient hill
I can see for miles
Over bridges and stiles

The countryside calls to me still
As I stand atop the ancient hill
I can see for miles

The countryside calls to me still
As I stand atop the ancient hill

We’ll not mind the weather outside
Even when the coal fire has died
We will still be quite warm
And hide from the storm
All storms and wild weather we ride.

The countryside calls to me still

We'll not mind the weather outside
Even when the coal fire has died
We will still be quite warm
And hide from the storm

Well not mind the weather outside
Even when the coal fire has died
We will still be quite warm

Well not mind the weather outside
Even when the coal fire has died

We will cuddle up nice and snug
By the coal fire on a rug
With Eleanor Glyn
And a bottle of gin
Then we'll drink from an old tin mug

We'll not mind the weather outside

We will cuddle up nice and snug
By the coal fire on a rug
With Eleanor Glyn
And a bottle of gin

Sorry, Elinor

We will cuddle up nice and snug
By the coal fire on a rug
With Eleanor Glyn

We will cuddle up nice and snug
By the coal fire on a rug