My Dad used to sing this to me: Oh the cat flew up the chimney, The Dog he tore about He jumped in baby's cradle and nearly knocked him out Oh mother sort protection behind the carving knife When the old man came home sober for the first time in his life You should have seen him there, a sight I do declare Oh so frisky drunk on whiskey driving the servants spare Oh mother sort protection behind the carving knife When the old man came home sober for the first time in his life
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