Sneak down the stairs
Don\'t wake the hoards
Bones creaking
In tune with the boards.
A good day\'s work
The old dogs are numb.
I avoided this day
But it had to come.
Cob with his hernia
And one and a half hands,
Me with my fried brain,
Between us,
A man!
We got the job done
In very good time.
The old girl did good.
In her bilge
A little brine.
The weather was fair the tide was right.
The old fellas did it,
With no one in sight.