From: Jon
Newsgroups: alt.fan.pratchett
Subject: An Ankh-Morpork Air
Date: Fri, 26 Sep 2003 14:50:36 +0100

TTTO /A Londonderry Air/, aka /Danny Boy/;

*An Ankh-Morpork Air*

In Ankh-Morpork, the pipes, the pipes are calling
From drain to drain, and down the sewer side
The river's high, and all the weeds are dying
The smell is awful and there's no-where you can hide.
But breathe it in, the pong will clear your tubes out
Or cause bronchitis, not quite sure
You can use the water here to make grout
And it's passed through all our kidneys so it's pure.

And those who say the Shades are nice are lying
If you stay there, then dead you well may be
Don't eat the rats the dwarves are always frying
And the tea they serve in Gimlet's tastes like pee.

And as for beer, tho' potent it all tastes vile
And all our pubs are dives of ill repute
If you've sense don't come within a long mile
For staying here will have you drinking like a newt.

/(fortissimo)/
For staying here will have you drinking like - a - newt!

(as sung by sentimental and pissed Morporkian expats everywhere, especially
in Ankh-Morpork).