when thinking back I often relate
Of an aging couple who panned by our gate
Around Worksop town they’d both come and go
And went by the name of Old Ned and Flo.
Ned he was born of quite noble birth
But is there a price on what that’s worth?
For as he grew older he’d everything made
But fell in love with a pretty young maid.
His ma and pa were quite aghast
Hoping and preying their love wouldn’t last
Yet as they may, he just wouldn’t hear
So when they were wed he was out on his ear.
A home with refinements meant nothing at all
To the King and Queen who answered the call
A call from the wild and wide open spaces
To shake off the shackles and throw of the traces
A freedom to wander, a freedom to roam
No longer in future would they need a home.
For no one was happier than Flo with her Ned
With devotion unmatched from that day they were wed
In turn each would push a run down old pram
For the comforts of life they’d not give a damn.
Their worldly possessions were on these four wheels
And yet they were happy though down on their heels
Flo broke her leg in a fall or such
So Ned, bless his heart would push his old Dutch.
Mile after mile around country lanes
The smile on her face repaid all his pains
He noted these things as she toiled in his labours
For these were the moments he relished and savoured.
As kids we would taunt and Ned would give chase
But always made sure he won the race
No malice or grudge did he ever bare
For God knows he took his fair share.
Now that I’m older and I know I was cruel
I’d like to say ‘sorry’ for playing the fool
T’was a sad day for Flo when Ned passed away
She had no one close and nowhere to stay.
After choosing the life of an outdoor pursuit
It seemed that she now had to finally take root
But where could she go? In clothes ragged that smell
For this was the problem they knew only too well.
Kindness prevailed at the King Edward hotel
They did her up nicely and treated her well
Little pink ribbons tied up her white hair
And she looked like a lady whilst in their care.
But she never got over Ned’s passing away
And thought on him constantly day after day
Flo died soon after, they say that she pined
But left us some wonderful memories behind.
If you’re up their Ned, with Flo looking down
I most deeply regret my acting the clown
So true when the time comes and my life’s at an end
I hope you’ll both meet me and say “Welcome My Friend”.
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