Childe Harold's Pilgrimage

Childe Harold's Pilgrimage - Canto the first.


There was a bloke
He was a lad
He quickly went
From good to bad

His house was nice
His friends were cool
He shagged a lot
And bunked off school

But very soon
He got quite bored
So he pissed off
And went abroad

He sang a song
Upon the flight
It went "Eng-er-land
Goodnight".

He was alone
He felt forsook
With no-one but
The ones he took

They got to Spain
He saw the sea
The place had lots
Of history

He climbed a mountain
It was neat
He liked it there
But burnt his feet

He thought the Spanish
Birds were fit
And saw a bull-fight;
- Nasty twit.

There! so now
I've done this piece
The next bit takes
Him off to Greece.