It would have been in 1969 or 1970, when a fellow zoology undergraduate – an English immigrant – taught me “the Pommy version of Waltzing Matilda”. It is one of those things which should not be left to drop into oblivion, so here goes:
Once a jolly vagabond, camped by a lily pond,
Under the shade of a sycamore tree,
And he sang as he watched, and waited till his kettle boiled,
“You'll come a-walking a bulldog with me!'
Friday, March 4, 2011
You may remember that, some time ago, we had the International Year of Literacy. Well, I won't deny that it is useful to know how to read and write. But I must present myself as a warning of the dangers you run. I am a bibliomaniac. I am addicted to books.