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Citizen Ship Belfast 2013. Nos 20. Flags and the Fear of Biscuit Theft. “W…

Citizen Ship Belfast 2013. Nos 20.

Flags and the Fear of Biscuit Theft.

“What’s yours is yours. What’s mine’s me own.” This wee poem/song portrays the deep fear and emotion that lies close to our core as individuals around biscuit theft.

If the biscuit is what we enjoy and hold dear, then it is understandable that people get upset over other things, like flags, boundaries, perceived rights to march, and to display colours. Human nature in action. Time for a bit of light relief . . . This wee track can be heard at www.myspace.com/randallstephenhall

This tune/poem has been inspired by the music of James Brown and Chuck Brown and the tradition of funk in North Antrim, amongst the tribesmen from that region, especially on the banjo. (“Get Down! Ye boy ye!”)

Biscuits
By Randall Stephen Hall. © 2007

Don’t go near my biscuits
What ever that you do.
Don’t go near my biscuits
For they are not for you.

Don’t go near my biscuits
And take near three or four.
Don’t go near those biscuits
Or you shall have no more.

Chorus:

Swing yer thing, swing it now
Swing yer thing, like a big rear ended cow.
Swing yer thing, swing it now.
Swing it like it ain’t no joke.
Swing it like a pig goin’ to hoke.

For if you touch one more of my biscuits
You’ll be no welcome then.
For you are like a hungry fox
And me a chucky hen.

Don’t go near the biscuits
Don’t you think you’ve had enough?
Don’t you dare go near my biscuits
For this is not a bluff boy!

Chorus

You’re nothing but a biscuit thief
Dear Reverend, it must be said.
I’ve never seen a man of God as good
At hiding my biscuits in his head.

Get oot! shoo! You biscuit devil!
Get oot from my wee hoose!
My biscuits are all dishevelled.
Some are broken, some are shaken,
some are loose!

Chorus.

So you can take all of your
Greedy weedy ways.
To some other biscuit hoose.
You’ll not have one more of my biscuits.
Cause I’ve given the last one to the mouse!

Don’t go near my biscuit tin.
I’ll show you to the door.
For I’ve got no biscuits left now
And you shall have no more.

The Citizen Ship Belfast 2013.
By Randall Stephen Hall ©2007
www.randallstephenhall.com