The Grange

Oh there hasnt been much change

At the Grange,

Of course the blackberries growing closer

Makes getting in a bit of a poser

But there hasnt been much change

At the Grange.

Old Sir Prior died,

They say on the point of leaving for the seaside,

They never found the body, which seemed odd to some,

(Not me, seeing as what I seen the butler done.)

Oh there hasnt been much change

At the Grange.

The governess 'as got it now,

Miss Ursy 'aving moved down to the Green Cow,

Proper done out of 'er rights she was, a b. shame,

And what's that the governess pushes round at nights in the old pram?

No, there hasnt been much change

At the Grange.

III

Shops leave supplies at the gate now-meat, groceries,

Mostly old tinned stuff you know from Mcinnes's,

They wouldnt go up to the door,

Not after what happened to Fred's pa.

Oh there hasnt been much change

At the Grange.

Parssing there early this morning, cor lummy,

I hears a whistling sound coming from the old chimney,

Whistling it was fit to bust and not a note wrong,

The old pot, whistling The Death of Nelson.

Oh there hasnt been much change

At the Grange,

But few goes that way somehow,

Not now.