Quote Originally Posted by Martyn P View Post
I ran lonely o'er fell and dale,
Scratching nads and desiring ale,
Happened 'pon a country inn,
Scratched once more and ran straight in.
Ordered beer but was refused,
Landlord said, his face suffused,
"My lad I'm sorry, no ale for you -
scratching bollocks will never do"

This is a first draft too. I'll work on it.
Sure this isn't ripped off from some super-rare Northern Soul tune Martyn? :closed: