How thoughtless and spiteful to mess with a song When you alter the story, and make the words wrong The purist is rankled in every degree, When you sing the words erroneous by way of parody
As a soldier and his true love their pleasure did take Said the true love to the solider I must you forsake For you’ve ruined my song, you’re a terrible bore I will go and please my fancy and love you no more
Three heavy sighs he gave, Oh Nancy my dear Are you going to leave me in sorrow and despair Are you going to leave me in sorrow to complain While you sing the same old ballads, again and again
Fare well my dear charmer if you’ll no longer stay For my penchant for humour ain’t going away I'm going to the folk club with my Les Barker book And I’ll not return love till the rafters I’ve shook
Then her fine middle finger she instantly drew Take this dearest Jemmy and cursed be you And while they were parting, in her mind words did flow, And the sharks they played melodeons, wherever she’d go.