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He ought to blush for himself, the old hayheaded philosopher, | He ought to blush for himself, the old hayheaded philosopher, | ||
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For to go and shove himself that way on top of her. | For to go and shove himself that way on top of her. | ||
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Begob, he's the crux of the catalogue | Begob, he's the crux of the catalogue | ||
− | + | Of our [[antediluvial zoo]], | |
− | Of our antediluvial zoo, | + | (Chorus) Messrs. [[Billing and Coo]]. |
− | + | [[Noah's larks]], good as noo. | |
− | (Chorus) Messrs. Billing and Coo. | + | |
− | + | He was [[joulting]] by [[Wellinton's monument]] | |
− | + | Our [[rotorious]] hippopopotamuns | |
− | + | When some [[bugger]] let down the backtrap of the omnibus | |
− | + | And he caught his death of [[fusiliers]], | |
− | He was joulting by Wellinton's monument | + | (Chorus) With his [[rent in his rears]]. |
− | + | Give him six years. | |
− | Our rotorious hippopopotamuns | + | |
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− | When some bugger let down the backtrap of the omnibus | ||
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− | And he caught his death of fusiliers, | ||
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− | (Chorus) With his rent in his rears. | ||
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'Tis sore pity for his innocent poor children | 'Tis sore pity for his innocent poor children | ||
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But look out for his missus legitimate! | But look out for his missus legitimate! | ||
− | + | When that [[frew]] gets a grip of old Earwicker | |
− | When that frew gets a grip of old Earwicker | + | Won't there be [[earwigs on the green]]? |
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− | Won't there be earwigs on the green? | ||
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(Chorus) Big earwigs on the green, | (Chorus) Big earwigs on the green, | ||
− | + | The largest ever you seen. | |
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− | + | [[Suffoclose! Shikespower! Seudodanto! Anonymoses]]! | |
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Then we'll have a free trade Gaels' band and mass meeting | Then we'll have a free trade Gaels' band and mass meeting | ||
− | + | For to sod the brave son of [[Scandiknavery]]. | |
− | For to sod the brave son of Scandiknavery. | ||
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And we'll bury him down in Oxmanstown | And we'll bury him down in Oxmanstown | ||
− | + | Along with the [[devil and Danes]], | |
− | Along with the devil and Danes, | + | (Chorus) With the [[deaf and dumb Danes]], |
− | + | And all their remains. | |
− | (Chorus) With the deaf and dumb Danes, | + | |
− | + | [[And not all the king's men nor his horses Will resurrect his corpus|And not all the king's men nor his horses]] | |
− | + | [[And not all the king's men nor his horses Will resurrect his corpus|Will resurrect his corpus]] | |
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− | And not all the king's men nor his horses | ||
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For there's no true spell in Connacht or hell | For there's no true spell in Connacht or hell | ||
− | + | (bis) That's able to [[raise a Cain]]. | |
− | (bis) That's able to raise a Cain. | ||
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Latest revision as of 03:44, 13 May 2020
He ought to blush for himself, the old hayheaded philosopher, For to go and shove himself that way on top of her. Begob, he's the crux of the catalogue Of our antediluvial zoo, (Chorus) Messrs. Billing and Coo. Noah's larks, good as noo. He was joulting by Wellinton's monument Our rotorious hippopopotamuns When some bugger let down the backtrap of the omnibus And he caught his death of fusiliers, (Chorus) With his rent in his rears. Give him six years. 'Tis sore pity for his innocent poor children But look out for his missus legitimate! When that frew gets a grip of old Earwicker Won't there be earwigs on the green? (Chorus) Big earwigs on the green, The largest ever you seen. Suffoclose! Shikespower! Seudodanto! Anonymoses! Then we'll have a free trade Gaels' band and mass meeting For to sod the brave son of Scandiknavery. And we'll bury him down in Oxmanstown Along with the devil and Danes, (Chorus) With the deaf and dumb Danes, And all their remains. And not all the king's men nor his horses Will resurrect his corpus For there's no true spell in Connacht or hell (bis) That's able to raise a Cain.