Murchiemannie
05-Oct-07, 18:18
There is a tale I must relate
to my friends up in the North
it happened in the streets up there
on the day they ate their broth
They heard a tune float through the air
the tune of a banjo played
it was to Wick this old man came
and from the banjo got his name
They called him Teddy Banjo
as around the streets he roamed
you would hear him sing of Texas
and places far from home
no one knew where he came from
but he dearly meant to stay
in an old wood shack, he built himself
down there by Oldwick Bay
I do hope you've not forgotten him
that old man who came to stay
as he picked your lonely humble town
for to pass his days away
He was old and dirty looking
yet he sang to stay alive
In that old wood shack by Oldwick Bay
was where his last days slipped away.
Another of G Bremner's little gems.
I have found a photo of Ted in a book but don't know how to post it.
Sorry.
to my friends up in the North
it happened in the streets up there
on the day they ate their broth
They heard a tune float through the air
the tune of a banjo played
it was to Wick this old man came
and from the banjo got his name
They called him Teddy Banjo
as around the streets he roamed
you would hear him sing of Texas
and places far from home
no one knew where he came from
but he dearly meant to stay
in an old wood shack, he built himself
down there by Oldwick Bay
I do hope you've not forgotten him
that old man who came to stay
as he picked your lonely humble town
for to pass his days away
He was old and dirty looking
yet he sang to stay alive
In that old wood shack by Oldwick Bay
was where his last days slipped away.
Another of G Bremner's little gems.
I have found a photo of Ted in a book but don't know how to post it.
Sorry.