Tyrolean Knockabout Lyrics

	I’ve been strolling down my favourite lane
	And I’ve been bowling my left-arm occasionals again
	Life gets sweeter the more that I understand
	The flora and the fauna and the hedgerows abound in this land
	Monday morning the field paths are calling my name
	No storm warning is going to stop me setting out again
	You could join me
	My flask is full to the brim
	And let’s face it it beats skulking round the seven-inch import section with him
	I’m keeping my feet above the mulch of the barton with song
	A drink and a four-handed reel as I ramble along
	Let’s hear it for the brakeman, without him I’d have to find more words
	Yodelay-ee-hoo
	I’ve been goading D-list Paul Ross for a laugh
	By unloading outside what he would call his “gaff”
	Old fridge-freezers
	Doors all removed like we’re told
	His face at the window on waking a sight to behold
	I’m keeping my feet above the mulch of the barton with song
	A drink and a four-handed reel as I ramble along
	Let’s hear it for the brakeman, without him I’d have to find more words
	Yodelay-ee-hoo

	I' ve been strolling down my favourite lane
	And I' ve been bowling my leftarm occasionals again
	Life gets sweeter the more that I understand
	The flora and the fauna and the hedgerows abound in this land
	Monday morning the field paths are calling my name
	No storm warning is going to stop me setting out again
	You could join me
	My flask is full to the brim
	And let' s face it it beats skulking round the seveninch import section with him
	I' m keeping my feet above the mulch of the barton with song
	A drink and a fourhanded reel as I ramble along
	Let' s hear it for the brakeman, without him I' d have to find more words
	Yodelayeehoo
	I' ve been goading Dlist Paul Ross for a laugh
	By unloading outside what he would call his " gaff"
	Old fridgefreezers
	Doors all removed like we' re told
	His face at the window on waking a sight to behold
	I' m keeping my feet above the mulch of the barton with song
	A drink and a fourhanded reel as I ramble along
	Let' s hear it for the brakeman, without him I' d have to find more words
	Yodelayeehoo

	I' ve been strolling down my favourite lane
	And I' ve been bowling my leftarm occasionals again
	Life gets sweeter the more that I understand
	The flora and the fauna and the hedgerows abound in this land
	Monday morning the field paths are calling my name
	No storm warning is going to stop me setting out again
	You could join me
	My flask is full to the brim
	And let' s face it it beats skulking round the seveninch import section with him
	I' m keeping my feet above the mulch of the barton with song
	A drink and a fourhanded reel as I ramble along
	Let' s hear it for the brakeman, without him I' d have to find more words
	Yodelayeehoo
	I' ve been goading Dlist Paul Ross for a laugh
	By unloading outside what he would call his " gaff"
	Old fridgefreezers
	Doors all removed like we' re told
	His face at the window on waking a sight to behold
	I' m keeping my feet above the mulch of the barton with song
	A drink and a fourhanded reel as I ramble along
	Let' s hear it for the brakeman, without him I' d have to find more words
	Yodelayeehoo

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