Seems to me I'm seeing dead sheep wherever I go these days; what's that all about then?
Maybe it's the time of year
Maybe it's the time of man,
The clock's run out for this 'ere ewe though...
I can't help wondering how the bricks got there, can ewe?
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Irish-Le-Feaux




The buggers always seem to die downstream, in the water and I only find out after I have had a drink. The story of my life.