Do you remember the tune
Strolling just strolling,
In the cool of the evening air,
I don't envy the rich in their automobiles,
For a motor car is phoney.
I'd rather have Shanks's pony,
When I'm strolling, just strolling,
With the light of the moon above,
Every night I go out strolling,
And I know my luck is rolling,
When I'm strolling with the one I love.
Flanagan and Allen sang it, then me as I strolled through
Healey Dell with Mr Dapper Chap after having a late lunch in the tea rooms.
Back home just before it got to dark to see our hands in front of our faces.
Hmm, must be a song in there somewhere.
Here's a two for one outfit I put together, sticking with the
It's my Seaforth vintage blouse and St. Michaels polyester frock