Before we left Annecy the muse struck again.
(For the last time this holiday I promise)

The usual terms and conditions apply.

O Isabel and Paul have finally left Ireland
Quitted their little cottage by the Lee
They have left the mist, the rain and fog
That makes Ireland such a dire land
And have settled by the shores of Annecy

Yes Isabel I’ve known her now since nineteen sixty six
(Or sixty five or seven, the mind keeps playing tricks)
And in Haut Savoie she now resides in happiness and joy
(Not that she’s travelled all that far, “I’m telling you now boy!”
For the first place I ever met her was outside a de Savoy”)

No more black puddin’ now for them, no more balls of malt
They now recline in elegance by a pool that’s cleaned with salt

May they have long and healthy lives, with just a little booze
Peace, harmony, prosperity, time to listen to the news
And Paul may all your deals be won, (We don’t want you to lose)
And Isabel relax, dont fret, and back will flow your muse.