Gordon Blue and Bobby Burns…..met up once in Ulan Bataar
Said old Bobby to Gordon
I’m a dying of boredom
Let’s go in to that nice Irish bar
I rode in at dawn
On a camel named Khan
And my thirst’s just as long as my arm.
Gordon stiffly dropped down from his horse
He could could walk, but only by force
Six months in a “ger”
Done my spine in, I fear
And my lumbar is filled with remorse.
They hadn’t to go very far
The horse watched the pair in the bar
Bobby strummed on his lute
Gordon pulled out his flute
And the horse pushed its way through the door
It tripped:It was known as a stumbler
Though unbalanced, It couldn’t be humbler
Bobby told it to whistle
Gordon brandished his pistol
Then served vodka all round in a tumbler
They drank several bowls of arak
Bobby asked for a cup for his yak
The yak drank with pleasure
Bobby sipped at his leisure
Then pulled out a pipe from his pack.
The mutton arrived with a flair
The host bid them drink more if they dare
Then the camel raced in
And it raised such a din
That they milked it; it wasn’t a mare.
The horse whistled all through the night
The camel was filled with delight
Bobby smoked something weird
Mutton greased Gordon’s beard
And the yak, full of arak, took flight.