‘Alive, Alive-o’: A Poem by Jeff Eardley

Alive, Alive-o

In Dublin’s fair city,
Where the girls are so pretty,
There lived an old woman,
Who was well known to me;
Where she sighed with amazement,
At her new knee replacement,
Singing, “Cartilege and Muscles,
For me are all go.
For me are all go,
For me are all go,”
Singing, “Cartilege and Muscles,
For me are all go.”

For she’d got a bit weighty,
When she got past eighty,
Her legs couldn’t carry her,
Down the cold stair.
But her friendly consultant,
Sang out with exultancy,
”Cartilege and Muscles,
For you are all go.
For you are all go,
For you are all go,”
Singing, “Cartilege and Muscles,
For you are all go.”

At her home in the valley,
She’s back doing ballet.
She spins and she pirouettes,
Just like before.
Now earning good wages,
On the best Dublin stages,
Singing, “Cartilege and Muscles,
For me are all go.
For me are all go,
For me are all go.”
Singing, “Cartilege and Muscles,
For me are all go.”

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Jeff Eardley lives in the heart of England near to the Peak District National Park and is a local musician playing guitar, mandolin and piano steeped in the music of America, including the likes of Ry Cooder, Paul Simon, and particularly Hank Williams.