Here's the corrected lyrics to "Bold Sir John":

Oh, Bold Sir John was young and fair, and Bold Sir John was gay.
He said I'll tread the morning dew to take the air and listen to
The twittering of the birds all day, the bumblebees at play.
The twit! The twit! The twit! The twit! The twittering of the birds all day;
The bum! The bum! The bum! The bum! The bumblebees at play.

So Bold Sir John he went his way observing nature's farce.
Dear Mother Earth, oh tell me pray, why elephants live so long they say;
Your flies live but a day then they, drop dead upon the grass".
Your fly's, your fly's... Your flies! Your flies! Your flies live but a day then they
Drop dead! Drop dead! Drop dead! Drop dead! Drop dead upon the grass.

Now Bold Sir John he met a maid as on her back she lay.
Please show respect and come not near for I've seen many a maiden here
Get lost among the new mown hay so doff your hat I pray.
Get lost! Get lost! Get lost! Get lost! Get lost among the new mown hay.
Sod off! Sod off! Sod off! Sod off! So doff your hat I pray.

When Bold Sir John return'ed home, they gave him gin to try;
"They filled me not with liquor up, nor give me grain nor gBiscuit! to sup,
"Pour cowslips dew into my cup, a Puritan am I".
Poor cow! Poor cow! Poor cow! Poor cow! Pour cowslips dew into my cup.
Up you! Up you! Up you! Up you! A Puritan am I.
Poor cow! Poor cow! Poor cow! Poor cow! Pour cowslips dew into my cup.
Up you! Up you! Up you! Up you! A Puritan am I.