Moses
awoke feeling troubled,
He had to get something
across,
He reckoned that folk
would think it a joke,
Cos Moses weren’t really
the boss.
See, t’were a reg’lar
thing on a Sat’day,
To play ‘gainst t'Faroe
and kin,
An’ have a good time
sipping goats milk an’
lime,
But the rule was the
Faroe should win.
Now Moses had dropped a
right clanger,
‘Cos last night the
Faroe he beat,
In t’final at darts an’
stinkiest fa*ts,
And now t’Faroe had
turned up the heat.
He’d doubled the rent on
the camels,
And tripled the bus fare
to town,
He’d put VAT on both
sacks and Big Mac’s,
And people were feeling
let down.
But Moses ‘ad ‘ad a gert
vision,
While laid in his pit in
the sand,
Curled up in a heap, an’
trying to sleep,
A picture of Cowling’s
Brass Band.
The sound was quite
quiet to start with,
An’ he thought, ‘It’s a
fly in mi lug’,
But next was the best,
it coated his vest,
Wi’ sweat when he spied
t’leaders mug.
T’were the chap that
were playing a gold
harp,
Plucking so fast an’
then more,
Playing it mean, playing
it keen,
T’were Gilly from off
Ickornshaw.
Now Gilly had brought
him a message,
But due to the din from
the lads,
Moses near missed it, so
offered round biscuits,
Which shut ‘em all up
(even t’dads.)
Then eventually Moses
got t’message,
An’ couldn’t believe
what he’d heard,
Appen t’were ringing, or
maybe all t’singing,
That made everything
seem absurd.
Th’instructions were
laid out quite clear
like,
He had to get t’message
across,
But would anyone listen,
let alone do a mission,
From someone who’s not
really the boss?
He’d made some mistakes
in his life time,
And wasn’t too sure it
were him,
Cos when he stood up to
speak they all shouted
'Freak' ,
And there some as
thought him quite dim.
But there was this
trouble wi’ t’Faroe,
An’ summat had to be
done,
‘Appen this visit, could
just about do it,
So he put together what
had to be done.
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Tablets of Stone. (Part
1. Dec ’04) Ken Edgar.
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