Magwitch 687 Posted July 15, 2013 Report Share Posted July 15, 2013 I rose up one bright Autumn morning ; My heart was as heavy as lead : I thought I'd go mope in the garden But I followed the hounds instead. To hear the halloo in the valley You'd ha' thought they were hunting a hare, But as soon as I heard, I knew better, 'Twas a weary old witch called Care ! At dusk she lay down by my pillow, At dawn she was haunting me still : No bell, book and candle could fright her, No silver bullet could kill : But she ran from the voice of the huntsman, She fled from the twang of the horn, And the sound of the hounds' merry music Afar on the windy morn. By fold and by clough and by moorland We hunted her all the day long, And I swear that the countryside over There was never a hare so strong. Whoop ! tear her ! good hounds, now you've got her ! You thought you were hunting a hare : But I know all the while that you've rid me Of a weary old witch called Care ! 6 Quote Link to post
DEADHORSEANDDONKEYDEALER 275 Posted July 16, 2013 Report Share Posted July 16, 2013 Another Good one from the dark side ! http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rx-qPdF9x_s 1 Quote Link to post
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