The Wraggle-Taggle Travellers-oh
There
were three travellers, all in a van,
And
the van was old and weary-oh;
And
it broke down on John Lord's land,
So
there camped the wraggle taggle travellers-oh.
John
Lord came home all on a Monday,
And
he called out for his Tracy-oh;
Her
mum said she's been gone two days,
All
along with the wraggle taggle travellers-oh.
Then
fetch to me my trusty steed,
Oh
bring to me my Harley-oh;
Oh
fetch it yourself, and now I see
Why
she's gone with the wraggle taggle travellers -oh.
Well
he got out his trusty steed,
And
he rode off from the bungalow;
And
off he rode 'til his wife he seed,
All
along with the wraggle taggle travellers-oh.
Oh
he called out to his own wedded wife,
That's
typical of a Scorpio;
How
could you leave your comfortable life,
Just
to go with the wraggle taggle travellers-oh?
Well what care I
for your continental quilt,
Your
foot spa and jacuseeo?
For
I will lie on the dewy, dewy ground,
All
along with me wraggle taggle traveller-oh.
Oh
what has he to give to you,
With
his little penny whistle-oh?
Oh
no penny whistle, but a digereedoo,
Has
my own wraggle taggle traveller-oh.
No
bolognaise then will you scoff,
No
quiche and no pistachio -
No
Mateus Rosé will you quoff,
All
along with your wraggle taggle travellers-oh.
Then
from the hedgerow I will dine,
On
hips and haws and mistletoe,
And
Watney's Red shall be my wine,
All
along with the wraggle taggle travellers-oh.
And
then he said these words of fate;
Oh
I have set the video
For
seven thirty until eight;
And
she looked at the wraggle taggle traveller-oh.
Then
to John's pillion she did leap,
And
she has called out Cheerio;
For
when it comes to Coronation Street,
Well,
bugger the wraggle taggle travellers-oh
Copyright Chris Sugden 1995