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Singing With Scouse


Wandering down a country lane
Hearing singing on the breeze
But it seemed to be coming
From the region of my knees.
Scouse was sitting in a dyke
Singing with heart  and soul
Waiting for the time when
His body came under control,.
Vintage cider did that to you
Left the mind crystal clear
But from below the waist
Made a body hard to steer
Scouse was my mate
So, Nothing else to do
But climb in there with him
And sit in the water too.
A mate is a mate
And that's what mates do
If he's stuck in the merde
Sit in the merde with him too.
Scouse was the only  scouser
At That time I'd  ever met
More than sixty years later
I still find him hard to forget.
While we sat in the water
Old Scouse taught me a song
Which we sang along together
When we finally staggered along.
It's not a very long piece
And I've never ever. Forgot
One day I might sing it to you
Because  I liked it quite a lot







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