Out on the moor some Dickensian sot,
kicks up the mire, lamenting his lot,
for as much as he tries
his sister she cries
over this improvised funeral plot.
Out on the moor some Dickensian sot,
kicks up the mire, lamenting his lot,
for as much as he tries
his sister she cries
over this improvised funeral plot.
A fine young manWith pen in his handSearching for wordsHe wants to be heardOde to weed, I understand