Lorda lowe your luppers on the strillers bona i.e. 'Plays the piano lovely'. Hand me down a doodle-oh. And uncle roo. For the tide flows free and wind swept forth with a heartfelt Lummuckshire air. To the tune of Reg Pubes. Meanwhile the black grunger of 'oundslow was haunting his once great straddled nadger, so gaily. Only, unfortunately they built a supermarket on site, and on early closing day, his wraith can be seen a galloping, a galloping along the bacon counter and... manifesting itself behind the crystallised fruits.