Hark! Now the drums beat up again
Those bodhran players are life's bane


Tis a nice quiet life without no strife
We whalemen do enjoy
For we have left our wives at home
Since their nagging was a bore



Raise up your head Tom Dooley
Raise up your head in glee
The Supreme Court has found you were
Condemned unconstitutionally



Avram Bailey had three sons
So he stayed at home to mind them



Queen Jane had a short labour
Nine minutes, not more
And the women gave thanks
For the fine babe she bore.



Me and four more went out one night
To Squire Daniel's hall
To get some game was our intent
As teh night came tumbling down
And to our great good fortune
No gamekeepers we saw
So we never went to Warwick Jail
Just went home to our tea.




As is walked over London Bridge
One misty morning early
T'was silent as the very grave
I overheard no story




Oh I was born a lady fair
My father's chief and only heir
And my stepmother loved me well
So no great harm e'er me befell.



An earthly nurse she sits and sings
And "Aye" she sings "Bah lilly wean
How well I love my bairny's father
Who only lives just down the lane"



Ye gentlemen of high renown
Of every degree
Take no delight in foxhunting
For Tony Blair's PC.