tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2516458756815841449.post6797120577377085959..comments2023-06-04T12:41:41.060+01:00Comments on My Tonight From Shrewsbury: A Bog, A Square And One Big StinkPauline Fiskhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11826696982301252524noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2516458756815841449.post-4425883132610993662013-02-18T11:03:05.619+00:002013-02-18T11:03:05.619+00:00It's great, isn't it. No idea how old. Ha...It's great, isn't it. No idea how old. Have to ask Shroppiemon. Are you on Twitter. If so, and if you reckon you can read Old Shropshire, follow him.Pauline Fiskhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11826696982301252524noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2516458756815841449.post-46081406097408825452013-02-18T07:10:09.307+00:002013-02-18T07:10:09.307+00:00I wonder how old that is? I believe Molly kept the...I wonder how old that is? I believe Molly kept the Hole in the Wall at one time, so I suppose that would date the song.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2516458756815841449.post-48127959993666582742013-02-17T21:33:58.833+00:002013-02-17T21:33:58.833+00:00Great little verse turned up in my Twitter feet, c...Great little verse turned up in my Twitter feet, courtesy of Shroppiemon:<br /><br />All round the Buttercross, <br />Up and down St Giles, <br />Up and down the Gullet Shut <br />And call at Molly Miles.Pauline Fiskhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11826696982301252524noreply@blogger.com