More Info Come stroll for a while to my memory and I'll tell you a time long ago
When we walked to school summer and winter bare foot through the fields we would go
I remember our little thatched cottage and the half door led into the hall
The crane or the fire in the kitchen and the Grandfather clock on the wall
The stout it was cured with the poker and potien they said cured the flu
The bacon it hung from the ceiling sure the story I tell you is true
