The
first line of a
rollicking Irish song taught to me by a
half-
blind environmentalist wanted by the
FBI. The
song goes like this:
There was an old man, who lived by the crick,
And every night, he'd play with his-
Banjo in the moonlight, to the lady next door,
You could tell just by looking, that she was a-
Decent young lady, who rolled in the grass,
And when she rolled over, you could see her bare-
Legs in the moonlight, she walked like a duck,
She promised she'd teach the old man how to-
Raise some fine children, the girls to knit
The boys in the barnyard with big piles of-
Ham and potatoes, and lots more as well,
And if you don't like my story, you can just go to-
Sleep.
Ah, just as a note: Where each stanza breaks off with the dash, just continue onto the next stanza with only a small hitch.