I’m Major This or Captain That, MC and DSO.
This Orange Lily in my hat I sometimes wear for show, so long as I can walk my dogs around the old estate, and keep the Fenians in their bogs, the peasants at the gate.
I meet my tenants, decent men, in Lodge, on market day, and all seems safe till, now and then, they start a small affray.
They stirred up an unwelcome noise, it set my nerves on edge, that day they beat those girls and boys across Burntollet Bridge, with journalists and cameras there to send in their reports.
The world no longer seems to care for healthy country sports.