Snerggling With Grandad
Created | Updated Feb 28, 2003
Snerggling With Grandad
We used to go a snerggling from October through till May
We always went with Grandad and he'd braffle all the way
Grandma stayed at home and made us quargles for our tea
With honey for my uncle Sid and chocolate sauce for me
She'd give us lumps of gristerman to suck along the way
And if you took it steady they would last you all the day
We'd head off down the Frakken Road and out across The Snicket
You'd never go by bus 'cos it was six quid for a ticket
It took about an hour to get to Thrapplington on foot
Along the Fnack to Thritton line and down through Furkketts' Cut
Cousin Ed would join us somewhere down by Friggots' Mill
Along with auntie Edie, uncle Frank and Bob and Bill
Well........
Frank and Bob were butchers, and Bill worked down the pit
Edie was a singer, and Ed was just a twit
Uncle Frank once told me that when Ed was just a kid,
Edie dropped him on his head and so did uncle Sid
By half past ten we'd made it all the way to Sprekkle Moor
And if the Snerggling was good we'd stay till half past four
Bob would beat the flarkle, while Bill would fetch the hook
Grandad braffled froopily and Edie read her book
Uncle Tom would come along and try to keep the score
While me and Frank and Bob and Bill would snerggle all the moor
The local blerks were always there to snickle with me Dad
Of snerggling tales and jugs of ale and how many they'd had
The littluns up from Sprekkle played with kites and coal and string
And Granddad made them braffle 'cos you weren't supposed to sing
Now........
Gristling in the flanges makes you sick from head to toe
So when you hear the stickalloo you know it's time to go
We'd pack the floople bugs in mud and stuff them into bags
But not before we'd wrapped them up in gloopy grease and rags
Then off we'd go along the road that led to Friggots' Mill
Along with auntie Edie, uncle Frank and Bob and Bill
Cousin Ed by this time would be dribbling like a good'un
We'd sneak right up behind him and galloof all of a sudden
One time Frank and Bob went missing somewhere in the Flitch
But they'd only gone t' pub, we found them later in the ditch
Then back at home the quargles would be served up on a plate
The chocolate sauce was cold cos we were all two hours late
Then quickly off to bed for such a scrimbly little lad
And so would end another day of snerggling with Grandad
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