Rustic boy

From The Rhymes of a Rustic Boy

I’m a rustic boy I’m non urbane,
HAH!, I still look up when I hear a plane!
teletext is rocket science,
telly pubs a fierce annoyance,
Foreign words –, words like “hello”
I still do use where we’re I go,
Wouldn’t be a man for “atin’ out,”
me four course meal- five pints of stout,

...I miss the curlew, cuckoo, lark,
swept by man, not Noah’s ark,
I miss the chat outside the chapel,
as the faithful flee like frightened cattle,

The country roads are now Mondello,
“move over grandad that’s the fellow”
Cars on curves propelled by pigs,
say a word and you get three digs,

Gone the day you held the door
and let the lady in before,
Gone the day you tipped your hat
to the maid you met upon the path,

Pity all of this has changed,
we’ve lost more than can ‘ere be gained.

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