At a Country Club

This happened in 1987 my one and only return to the old country

I took a walk on Yorkshire green
And met a snobbish English lord
He asked what right I had to be in
In gentlemanly tones so bored
I smiled at unctuous nose so high
And said I had na' meant t' pry
But I'd been simply walking by
And stopped to sip a little rye
But if I'd hurt his simple pride
To please consider suicide
He left in such a royal huff
It must a been just quite enough
T'see a man wi' soul sa free
he'd deign to even speak with thee

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[Ed Hart]

i be thinkin' maybe 'ya bin sippin' a wee bit a the rye at the ol' keeboard...