In the shade of the old apple tree, Young Rosie once whispered to me: "I would if I could, But I'm good and I should Be home cooking hubbie his tea."
To the shade of the old lemon pippin In spring we were merrily trippin'. We lay on the grass, And what came to pass... We picnicked on brown bread and drippin'.
In the shade of the old norfolk biffin, With Rosie I went for some tiffin. But hay fever struck, And I cursed my luck, And stumbled home sneezin' and sniffin'.
In the shade of the old granny smith, The girl with a lisp I was with Became most romantic, Her antics grew frantic... "For heaven'th thake give me a kith."
In the shade of the golden delicious, I felt she was getting lubricious. We slowly disrobed, And places I probed... But telling you more's injudicious.
In the shade of the old blenheim orange...
No, there are only two rhymes I know for that and I ain't doing them again. Let's leave the apples.
In shade of the ancient old yew, I whispered "I'll always be true." But just as I spoke The silence was broke By the bleat of a gorgeous young ewe.
(Cider With Rosie is the title of poet Laurie Lee's autobiography, but there ain't
no copyright on titles.)
Last updated: Mon, 19 Aug 2002.