Episode 19

🎼  Dum ti dum ti dum ti dum ...

Lilian:  Now, Jazzer, you’re still barred from this pub so out you go.  Skelp my erse indeed.

Jazzer:  Oh my luve is like a red, red rose that’s newly sprung in June.

Lilian:  Oh, are those flowers for me ?  They’re lovely.  And chocolates, too.

Jazzer:  Oh my luve is like the melody that’s sweetly played in tune.

Lilian:  This is all very well, Jazzer, but you’re not forgiven yet.

Jazzer:  So fair thou art my bonnie lass, so deep in luve am I.

Lilian:  Get off your knees, Jazzer, I’m expecting Justin at any minute.

Jazzer:  Ne’er mind yon graspin’ bastard, Ah’ve seen mair life in a deid ferret.  Ah’ve fallen fur ye, Lilian, big time !

Lilian:  Don’t be ridiculous, daahling.  I could be your mother.

(Ed.  Shouldn’t that be ‘grandmother ‘ ?)

Jazzer:  Whit’s age goat tae dae wi’ it ?  Yur a right wee stoatir !

Lilian:  pour me a large one, Jolene, while I get my coat !

🎼.  Dum ti dum ti dum ti dum ...

(Ed. :  That Rabbie Burns was some operator.)