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Have you heard of one Humpty Dumpty1
How he fell with a roll and a rumble2
And curled up like Lord Olofa Crumple3
By the butt of the Magazine Wall,4
     (Chorus) Of the Magazine Wall,?5
              Hump, helmet and all??6
He was one time our King of the Castle7
Now he's kicked about like a rotten old parsnip.8
And from Green street he'll be sent by order of His Worship9
To the penal jail of Mountjoy10
      (Chorus) To the jail of Mountjoy!?12
              Jail him and joy.?13
He was fafafather of all schemes for to bother us15
Slow coaches and immaculate contraceptives for the populace,16
Mare's milk for the sick, seven dry Sundays a week,17
Openair love and religion's reform,18
     (Chorus) And religious reform,?19
               Hideous in form.20
Arrah, why, says you, couldn't he manage it?22
I'll go bail, my fine dairyman darling,23
Like the bumping bull of the Cassidys24
All your butter is in your horns.25
     (Chorus) His butter is in his horns.?26
               Butter his horns!27
(Repeat) Hurrah there, Hosty, frosty Hosty, change that shirt29
                    [on ye,?30
Rhyme the rann, the king of all ranns!31
               Balbaccio, balbuccio!32
We had chaw chaw chops, chairs, chewing gum, the chicken-33
               [pox and china chambers?34
Universally provided by this soffsoaping salesman.35

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