So does your Manne of Booques, but he's shy and retiring and can't remember the words so he might sometime make them up as he goes. E.g.:

Rise again, rise again
So her flour won't be lost
To the tastebuds of men
All those who love pie best
And were with her at the end
Will make the something something something do something again.

Or

Come all ye people, come gather round
La dee da da dee da dee da dee dound
Dum dum diddle diddley dum, I can't remember the words.

Or

The moon it shone down on old Dublin Town
When the deadly fight was o'er.
Thousands lay on the cold, cold ground
Sure to get a bad cold.
The moon it shone down on O'Connell Street
Where a purse full of gold guineas lay
Awaiting the next person to come along
And empty it with his mates in the nearest pub.