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Mussels In The Corner (FFA Version)
See also: Mussels In The Corner (Traditional)
And also: Dirty Old Torbaymen (Localized version)

When I was just a lad of nine,
I felt as though the world were mine;
What I remember most about that time,
Were mussels in the corner.

Walking in the pouring rain,
Can't wait to get home again;
Kettle's boiling on the flame,
And there's mussels in the corner.

When I get home I'll have a bath,
And write myself an epitaph;
And when I'm done I'll start to laugh,
At mussels in the corner.

Sitting with a cocky grin,
Regardless of the mood they're in;
Longing to be thin again,
Are mussels in the corner.

When I get home I'll have a snack,
And give the dog a paddy wack;
And throw a nutshell on the stack,
Of mussels in the corner.

And if the pile tumbles down,
To cover up the underground;
We'll dance in the glorious sound,
Of mussels in the corner.

Sitting with a cocky grin,
Regardless of the mood they're in;
Longing to be thin again,
Are mussels in the corner.

####.... Duane Murrin of The Flying Folk Army ....####
Recorded by The Flying Folk Army (Massive Folk Fist to the Man, trk#13, 2001 CD, recorded at Plumper Sound Studios by Clarence Deis, Mayne Island, British Columbia, based on an original Newfoundland song.

Liner notes: Don't search for any hidden meanings here - This really is just a nonsense song based on a traditional East Coast tune.



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