Lyrics composed by John
Henderson on the 19th of February, 2015
A parody in English of WD Cocker's 1955 poem, 'Auld Baudrons', in Scots
'Old Silver' is a plumpish
Who likes the fire, no doubting that.
He sits quite close-in, it's his cheer,
And rubs, by habit born, his ear.
By such he tells, and tells again,
"Come the morning, we'll have rain."
His glossy coat shines just like silk;
He dreams of mice, or is't creamed milk?
My selfish pussy, long I've known
You care for none, but you alone.
Give me a dog, all bark and bristle,
Who's e'er obedient to my whistle!