#pg171

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she swore

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There’s hares on the mountain much older than I,

An’ still they can manage to scoff the odd pie,

I remember ole Grandma had no teeth to boot,

She used to eat rock cakes an’ lots of hard fruit.

Older than I, scoff the odd pie,

No teeth to boot, rock cake and fruit,

A hare is a marvellous creature!

My uncle Alf with long seasons was grey,

“Stale pudden an’ pasties’ll do me,” he’d say,

“Oh fetch me good cider an’ no fancy cuts,

An’ a big rusty hammer to crack hazelnuts.”

Older than I, scoff the odd pie,

No teeth to boot, rock cake and fruit,

Seasons was grey, pasties he’d say,

No fancy cuts, crack hazelnuts,

A hare is a marvellous creature!

My auntie Dewdrop was old as the hills,

She wondered why ducks always ate with their bills,

“Their tummies must flutter,” the old gel would cry,

“I once knew a duck ate a dragonfly pie.”

Older than I, scoff the odd pie,

No teeth to boot, rock cake and fruit,

Seasons was grey, pasties he’d say,

No fancy cuts, crack hazelnuts,

Old as the hills, ate with their bills’

Auntie would cry, dragonfly pie,