Music Hall Song:
I'm on of the ruins that Cromwell knocked abart a bit,
One of the ruins that Cromwell knocked abart a bit,
In the gay old days there used to be something doin'
No wonder the poor old abbey went to ruin.
Those who raise their voices sing and shart of it,
You can bet yer life there ain't a doubt of it.
Outside the Oliver Cromwell larst Saterday night
I was one of the ruins that Cromwell knocked abart a bit.
After a Guinness or three my old Aunty Nell would sing it with great verve. Sadly I can't recall the tune.
Now the only inhabitant seemed to be
But now comes the pear shaped bit, about 1730 I started the motor, we were running short of hot water, twenty minutes later the engine alarm sent its scream echoing down the boat. Steam billowing out from the engine 'ole, temperature gauge off the scale, instant depression. However, after my small portion of salmon with roasted vegetables, 370 calories, I cheered up, diagnosed an air lock in the skin tank and 'phoned R.C.R. I pay 'em, don't see why I should struggle. This morning a very nice chap came out, tied himself in knots trying to reach the bleed screw and finally got it sorted.
It was then off through King's Lock
Didn't travel far, we've stopped by Eynsham Lock, on again tomorrow.
Watch this space.........