Beer, The Bookies And Hell

[zephyr]

I wandered up a lonesome street

A roll up in my gob

A dead cert in the two thirty

I’ll wager a couple of bob

The horses gathered in the stalls

On this day, fine and sunny

The bloody horse he fell right there

And lost me all my money

 

I’ll never drink the beer no more

I’ll never taste the whiskey

I’ll never taste the charms again

Of maidens young and frisky

 

Cast out from the bookies

I was beaten round the head

The bastards went through my pockets

And left me there for dead

I staggered off up the road

And through the ‘Glue pots’ door

Ordered up a pint of beer

And fell down to the floor

 

I’ll never drink the beer no more

I’ll never taste the whiskey

I’ll never taste the charms again

Of maidens young and frisky

 

The landlord was a mighty man

Pissed or slightly merry

The bastard he drew back his arm

Hit me with his knobkerrie

Demons gather at my side

And take me down to Hades

Ahh I’m going to have a ball

Hell’s full of fallen ladies

 

I’ll always drink the beer again

I’ll always taste the whiskey

I’ll always taste the charms again

Of maidens young and frisky

[Cliff Hazard]

Robert Rankin?

[zephyr]

No! mine.

 

I don't think that Robert Rankin has ever written about anywhere aside from the south of England. Ergo, he won't know about the Glue Pot.

 

He is one of my favourite authors though