Ballad of the Craggy Island Milk Float

I started work at the Creamery in nineteen thirty-eight

For years I’ve plied the island roads with me milk churns and me crates

I’ve been loaded with explosives and seen housewives in the nip

So I doubt there’ll be much to surprise me on me epic mainland trip


I may be a float but I’m not a boat

I roam the glens and highlands

Forty nights and days I’ll be on my way

Then back to Craggy Island

 

Copyright* 2008 – Paedar O Muilleoir (Peter Millar)

* excluding the next forty verses, for which I accept no blame whatsoever!

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Write a verse!


We are encouraging teams to add a verse of their own to the ballad.


Submissions should match the verse ONLY in meter and rhyme scheme.  Even if a team can’t come up with a piece, just send details of the day’s events.  E.g.  where, what day, what the weather was like etc and the nature of the disaster/comedic occurrence/arrest and subsequent escape etc., and Paedar O Muilleoir will do his best to translate your prose into a verse!


Email your submissions to petermillar@ntlworld.com


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