TIME FOR A LAUGH AND A SONG

I met an unlettered Shepherd in the mist-shrouded Highlands of Scotland. His material possessions were but scanty, but he radiated an infectious
form of contentment that blended with the peaceful beauty of his surroundings.

I clinked glasses with a Diplomat in his lavishly furnished home in London.
He radiated the anxieties of his worldly office.

Since then I’ve wondered if man’s knowledge has outstripped his intelligence…   HR

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TIME FOR A LAUGH AND A SONG

Lyrics and Music: Harry Robertson

In the dark of the morning — where day seldom comes
And the night time is long and it’s dark
Where yer world is a cluster of huts upon ice
And the climate is cruel and it’s stark.

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Then it’s time for a drap o’ the juice frae the still
Then it’s time for a laugh and a song
Ye sing and ye fight and ye drink through the night
’Til the last o’ the home brew has gone.

Long months on an island — with nowhere to go
And loneliness filling yer head
So ye put on a front — let a joke take the brunt
While some stay alive — but they’re dead.

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Some people are different — take Pat or take Jim
The pair of them couldn’t agree
For Pat he would slaughter the truth with a tale
The funny side Jim couldn’t see.

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On islands — in cities — you’ll find it’s the same
Where thinking has somehow gone wrong
Where a man with a lot — he behaves like a clot
And the man who is broke sings a song.

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© Harry Robertson, and subsequently ©1995 Mrs Rita Robertson, Brisbane, AUSTRALIA
Registered with APRA/AMCOS www.apra-amcos.com.au

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