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Response to Variation on Greensleeves

          Composed for my brother after hearing of him compose something to the same tune (Greensleeves)                 for a nuclear family Christmas gathering


             Alas my brother, you did no harm
             Relating to us your aweful need,
           The dreadful circumstance in which
           You're ending up with green sleeves

Refrain   So, so we urge you now
              To use this present, when in need,
              Blow, blow, keep your nose clean
              Then no longer will you have green sleeves.
             
             These handkerchiefs are made of cloth
          And large enough for any need,
              A runny nose? just wipe it clean
             Then you will not end up with green sleeves

Refrain   So, so we urge you now
              To use these handkerchiefs when in need
              Blow, blow, keep your nose clean
              And nevermore will you have green sleeves

         Whene'er these handkerchiefs, you have used,
             Soak them in water and wash them clean,
             And when they're dry, just use again,
             To keep you from getting those green sleeves
Double   So, so we urge you now
Refrain   To use these handkerchiefs when in need,
              Blow, blow, keep your nose clean,
              Then you can sing "I have no green sleeves"
              Green sleeves were your dismay
              And green sleeves were no delight,
              Now pupils in years to come
              Wont ask "who's that teacher wi' green sleeves?"








Comments

Colin Ross said…
My brother had, a few months earlier, after hearing Greensleeves been played on the radio, come up with a little 'ditty' of his own relating why he had 'green sleeves'
Friday, July 03, 2015

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