Gethyn's poem......
I do patrol in all o' bree..
it do pain me feet and knee..
But I'll not complain,.. for yew see
There be comely wenches..
I think to me “oh if only”
after patrol in the pony
… a pint or two and I'd not be lonely
fer there be comely wenches.
Then and there, fat or fair
flowin' locks or ginger 'air,
I do stop and I do stare..
at all them comely wenches.
A maid so sweet as elfy song
she hit me hard, my she were strong!
I 'av no clue what I dun' wrong!
Them's hard, them comely wenches..
