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Beware The Tiny Drummer.
I went to a Ceilidh last Saturday,
It was held in our new village hall.
Folk from all over the area turned up there,
And they settled on seats round the wall.
There were Veletas and Dashing White Sergeants,
Reels, Jigs and Strathspeys to entrance.
I was worried when he announced the " Gay " Gordons,
"Don't worry," he said, "It's a dance!"
As Tim banged his drum with precision,
The old Scotsman grabbed hold of my hand.
He told me this tale of t’young drummer,
And why he marched bravely with t’band.
Now grandfather Tim fought in Flanders,
Against Germans referred to as t’Bosche.
One day Jerry attacked regiment in numbers,
T’situation was desperate, nigh lost!
But then a strong wind blew up from the river,
And whipped his kilt up round his head.
Well Jerry took fright at this vision,
And whole lot of them turned and then fled!
Now young Tim’s dad continued the tradition,
By taking his place in the band.
He was there at the bridge near to Arnhem,
With his drum helping paras to land.
Just then the inevitable happened,
A gale force wind crossed the plain.
His kilt shot up round his shoulders.
The Germans said, ‘Oh no, not again!’
Monty were that there delighted,
He praised young Tim’s dad through and through.
Then he pinned on a medal for bravery,
After checking that no gales were soon due!
© David Anderson.