Gary Bunt kind of like walking against the nasty snow

Down by the sea on a windy day My old master and me When we get home I'll have a bone And he will have a nice cup of tea gary bunt

Gary Bunt. The Old Man and the Sea - Whilst looking out sea An old man sat drinking tea A nice strong brew And a beautiful view That was absolutely free

The Old Man and the Sea Whilst looking out sea An old man sat drinking tea A nice strong brew And a beautiful view That was absolutely free

Gary Bunt. English Village Life ~ Blog of an Art Admirer

English Village Life ~ before you say something think how you'd feel if someone said it to you

Gary Bunt - Bite You Bugger, Bite: On an old wooden bridge Across the old millstream In the shadow of the evening light There's an old man fishing With his old faithful dog Whispering bite you bugger bite

Gary Bunt - Bite You Bugger, Bite: On an old wooden bridge Across the old millstream In the shadow of the evening light There's an old man fishing With his old faithful dog Whispering bite you bugger bite

Gary Bunt | A Walk in the Park --Four men told their wives They were taking their dogs For a long long walk in the park See you later my lovewent straight to the pub For a pint and a game of darts

A Walk in the Park Four men told their wives They were taking their dogs For a long long walk in the park See you later my lovewent straight to the pub For a pint and a game of darts

Gary Bunt | (72) White Dog, Black Gate

"White Dog, Black Gate" - A white dog lives in a house With a black gate Next door lives a black dog He's the white dogs best mate.

Gary Bunt | (73) The Broken Fence

Gary Bunt -The Broken Fence - Someone is digging holes In my masters flower beds They've even left their calling card In amongst his veg I'm not a happy dog you know For through these broken slats I'm looking at the culprits It's next doors bloody cats

Gary Bunt | Fresh Cod: The fishermen were heading home Mist rolled in from the sea Heading home to fires bright And fresh cod from the sea

Gary Bunt Fresh Cod - The fishermen were heading home Mist rolled in from the sea Heading home to fires bright And fresh cod from the sea

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