TWISTER...
A gang of us was workin’ at “Ruther Glen” But Bill drew the short straw to clean the pig pen. Ned and me was just watchin’, side by side When Bill chucked a shovel load; said we was snide! All I could say was “Bloody bloomin’ heck!” ‘Cause Ned was standin’ there with nary a speck While I was covered head to toe in muck. There’s just no explainin’ that kind of luck. “Bluey, why don’t you just throw young Ned in?” Said Big Sid Reilly with a lopsided grin. “No, I couldn’t do that,” answered I with a wink. “Whatever would me dear departed Mother think? ‘Sides, Ned’s me mate and mates don’t do fer each other, It’s not his fault Bill’s got no sense of humour.” All this time Bill was lookin’ perplexed, Convinced as he was that he’d cop it next. See, I’m well known for me fiery red thatch And people expect a temper to match. But I’m an easy going’ bloke, as a matter of fact And ...