Young one, tease your ears,
If your half-warmed fish,
Is to know your blows.
Go and shake a tower,
Or go help me sod,
I'll eat a soul of ballad!
Go! Wave the sails!
Or you'll have very mad banners!
And always say thanks to our queer old Dean.
If your half-warmed fish,
Is to know your blows.
Go and shake a tower,
Or go help me sod,
I'll eat a soul of ballad!
Go! Wave the sails!
Or you'll have very mad banners!
And always say thanks to our queer old Dean.
As you can imagine, at dinner parties I'm a rather full duck.
