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I used to be a very
fine singer, but that was many years ago
Knew every word to every song, we’d sing until the old pub closed
Now I come to find my memory just isn’t what it used to be
I still love singing but the words won’t come so I make ‘em up as I
please
And I’ll sing
Diddle liddle lydle liddle lido, Diddle liddle lydle liddle lay
Diddle liddle lydle liddle lido, Diddle liddle lydle all day
Diddle liddle lydle liddle lido, Diddle liddle lydle liddle lay
Diddle liddle lydle liddle lido, Diddle liddle lydle all day
Well I just might
know the chorus, I always liked a good refrain
But the thirteenth verse of the Rattlin’ Bog I’m never gonna sing again
I’ve ended up some very late nights, with hardly any voice to show
But I got a little recollection, of every song the Clancys know
CHORUS
I got a little 8
year grandboy; he sits upon grandpa’s knee
There’s times when his mother she calls on me when she cannot get him
off to sleep
(And she’ll say) Papa won’t you bring the banjo, Papa would you be a
dear
And serenade him with a couple old songs, you know what he loves to
hear
CHORUS
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