Teri_Bus_Teri_Odin
Bluelighter
My take on a traditional tattie pickin song!
I'll sing you one oh,
Green grow my nadgers oh!
What is your one-oh?
One's the grunge upon my splod
Masking my cordwangle.
I'll sing you two-oh!
Green grow my nadgers oh.
What is your two-oh?
Two are my looming thrums -
See how they jangle,
One's the grunge upon my splod
Masking my cordwangle.
I'll sing you three-oh!
Green grow my nadgers oh.
What is your three-oh?
Three are the times
I've lunged my groats,
Two are my looming thrums -
See how they jangle,
One's the grunge upon my splod
Masking my cordwangle.
I'll sing you four-oh!
Green grow my nadgers oh.
What are your four-oh?
Four for my whirdlers bent - oh,
Three are the times I've lunged my groats,
Two are my looming thrums -
See how they jangle,
One's the grunge upon my splod
Masking my cordwangle.
I'll sing you five-oh!
Green grow my nadgers oh.
What are your five-oh?
Five are the wogglers
Up my spong,
Four for my whirdlers bent - oh,
Three are the times
I've lunged my groats,
Two are my looming thrums -
See how they jangle
One's the grunge upon my splod -
It's ruined my cordwangle!
I'll sing you one oh,
Green grow my nadgers oh!
What is your one-oh?
One's the grunge upon my splod
Masking my cordwangle.
I'll sing you two-oh!
Green grow my nadgers oh.
What is your two-oh?
Two are my looming thrums -
See how they jangle,
One's the grunge upon my splod
Masking my cordwangle.
I'll sing you three-oh!
Green grow my nadgers oh.
What is your three-oh?
Three are the times
I've lunged my groats,
Two are my looming thrums -
See how they jangle,
One's the grunge upon my splod
Masking my cordwangle.
I'll sing you four-oh!
Green grow my nadgers oh.
What are your four-oh?
Four for my whirdlers bent - oh,
Three are the times I've lunged my groats,
Two are my looming thrums -
See how they jangle,
One's the grunge upon my splod
Masking my cordwangle.
I'll sing you five-oh!
Green grow my nadgers oh.
What are your five-oh?
Five are the wogglers
Up my spong,
Four for my whirdlers bent - oh,
Three are the times
I've lunged my groats,
Two are my looming thrums -
See how they jangle
One's the grunge upon my splod -
It's ruined my cordwangle!
