Roger's lament

[Sturdee]

My heart is broken, But what care I?
Such pride inside may be woken,
I'll try my best not to cry, By and by,
When the final farewells must be spoken.
I'll join clubs, That's what I'll do.
Where human hearts are staunch and true,
I shall start my life anew.


Good-bye, it's time
I sought a foreign clime,
Where I may find
there are hearts more kind
Than those on the forum I leave behind.
And so, I go, And leave this savage foe,
Although I wished That I'll be sometimes missed.


In some South Australian backwater,
I shall do my bit,
And forgo posting on forums if I must.
Where the desert sand is nice and handy,
I'll be full of grit;
You won't see my heels for the dust.
I'll do or die
You'll know the reason why
When told of Roger's "last stand"
From the Woodworking land..

Good-bye, Good-bye.
I wish you all a last Good-bye.
Where the desert sand is nice and handy,
I'll be full of grit;
You won't see my heels for the dust.
I'll do or die
You'll know the reason why
When told of Roger's "last stand"
For the Woodworking land..


Good-bye. Good-bye
I wish you all a last Good-bye.
Good-bye. Good-bye.
I wish you all a last Good-bye


(With apologies to A Last Goodbye from The White Horse Inn.)