Song 3: "Home to May" (The Sweetheart Song) Style: Softer, tender waltz or gentle folk ballad that builds to a warm singalong. Accordion or guitar-led, with harmonies from "the ladies." Length idea: Verse + chorus + verse 2 + bridge + chorus (with ad-libs) + gentle reprise. (~6–7 mins — perfect for a heartfelt middle spot) [Verse 1] When the sun dips low over the allotment fence, And the wheelbarrow's parked with no more defence, Pug Nose wipes the soil from his flat wide nose, Picks a bunch of sweet peas and off he goes. Through the back streets of Woodus, cap on his head, Whistling softly as the day turns to red, May's at the window with the kettle on low, Waiting for her Riley with that grin she knows. [Chorus] Home to May, with a basket full of love, Spuds in his pockets and the stars up above, She says "You're a mess, love, but you're my mess," Pug Nose Riley, in his Sunday best. De de de da, soft and slow, The day's hard graft melts in the firelight glow, Long day done, worker not a shirker, Pug Nose comes home to his one true worker. [Verse 2] She laughs at the stories of the pigeon wars, The tomato that grew as big as a horse, They sit by the fire with a cuppa in hand, Talking of next year's plot and the lay of the land. Lady Muck and Lady Docker pop round for a natter, Bringing gossip and gin in a old battered clatter, But when the clock strikes ten and the ladies depart, It's just Pug Nose and May with a full, happy heart. [Bridge] He may have a nose that's flat and wide, But to May it's the handsomest sight worldwide, She kisses the tip where the soil still clings, And whispers "My king of the veg-growing things." [Chorus — fuller with harmonies] Home to May... (build with layered voices) De de de daaa — living the good life, every night! (Ad-lib: "That's my girl... Pass the tea, love... De de de da... Night, May.")
