Lyrics
(Verse 1)
Dearest gentle reader, gather 'round,
Let me tell you a tale that's quite profound.
'Twas a night so fine, in the countryside,
To a Public House, I did glide.
(Chorus)
Oh, the frothy hops were flowing, the pony neighed in cheer,
Mr. Whiskas the pussycat was purring near.
With a bottle of red, though not the best I've had,
We feasted like royalty, and it wasn't half bad!
(Verse 2)
I visited the Modiste, "RB Sellars" by name,
For frost was in the air, and warmth was the aim.
Lady Louisa Settledown, always prepared,
For the chill of the night, she never was scared.
(Chorus)
Oh, the frothy hops were flowing, the pony neighed in cheer,
Mr. Whiskas the pussycat was purring near.
With a bottle of red, though not the best I've had,
We feasted like royalty, and it wasn't half bad!
(Verse 3)
Arriving just in time for the happiest hour,
Greeted by the locals, with a smile's power.
The publican, kind, but the grape he did lack,
So I settled for hops, and never looked back.
(Chorus)
Oh, the frothy hops were flowing, the pony neighed in cheer,
Mr. Whiskas the pussycat was purring near.
With a bottle of red, though not the best I've had,
We feasted like royalty, and it wasn't half bad!
(Bridge)
Rissoles Love, oh what a delight,
Minced beef so tender, we dined through the night.
Pomme frites, tin peas, and a gourd of orange hue,
A creamy pepper jus, oh what a view!
(Chorus)
Oh, the frothy hops were flowing, the pony neighed in cheer,
Mr. Whiskas the pussycat was purring near.
With a bottle of red, though not the best I've had,
We feasted like royalty, and it wasn't half bad!
(Verse 4)
As the clock struck eight, to the Stage Wagon we went,
Waking with corellas, in a frosty tent.
Brilliant sunshine, as we traveled west,
To Hebel and Yaraka, on a gastronomic quest.
(Chorus)
Oh, the frothy hops were flowing, the pony neighed in cheer,
Mr. Whiskas the pussycat was purring near.
With a bottle of red, though not the best I've had,
We feasted like royalty, and it wasn't half bad!
(Outro)
Dear gentle reader, stay tuned to this space,
For more tales of feasts and travels we’ll embrace.
Yours sincerely, Lady Settledown's song,
From Sandy Creek Pub, where we all belong!
