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A Jarful or Two



A jarful or two

When the nighttime approaches I go to the larder
Ter find me some food that will help me to sleep
Me dog sits behind me as I do the cooking
What falls on the floor surely is hers ter keep
How grand is a pie with a savoury filling
How fine is a pot full of herby lamb stew
But sweeter and finer and dear ter me belly
Are honey oat biscuits, a jarful or two
But sweeter and finer, aye sweeter and finer
Are honey oat biscuits, a jarful or two

I sit down by me table and munch on me supper
While reading me letters from friends far and near
The wood on me fire it cracks and it sparkles
And there in the corner me mouse jumps with fear
I toss it some cheese but it wrinkles its whiskers
I toss it some bread but it squeaks all night through
’cause sweeter and finer and dear ter its belly
Are honey oat biscuits, a jarful or two
’cause sweeter and finer, aye sweeter and finer
Are honey oat biscuits, a jarful or two

I blow out the lights and I walk to the bedside
Me blanket is warm and me dog fast asleep
But try as I might I’m unable ter join her
It keeps me awake even though I count sheep
It itches all over when I hug me pillow
It itches all over again and anew
Though tasty and sweet, there are crumbs in me blanket
From honey oat biscuits, a jarful or two
With crumbs in me blanket, aye crumbs in me blanket
From honey oat biscuits, a jarful or two

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