Someone (I think it was Malcolm McDonald) wrote a song consisting almost entirely of floating lyrics. It went somewhat after this fashion:

As I was a walking one morning in May
By the banks of green willow a-mowing the hay,
I saw two young sailors and a highwayman too;
But they were all dressed as women so what could I do.
CHO Singing tooralyooralyooralyay,
Singing tooralyooralyooralyay,
Whip out your fiddle and give us a play
'Cos I like to hear folk songs the old fashioned way.

I said, "Come all ye young men, wherever you be
And listen a while in attention to me.
Don't you think that to dress in such clothes is unwise?
In folk songs it's the women go round in disguise."

The sailors replied in the form of a song
Of 86 verses all 30 lines long
Concerning Old Benbow, the fish of the sea,
Seth Davy, Lord Franklin, Tom Cobbleigh and me.

"As we were a-walking down Strawberry Lane,
We met with three women - Sal, Jenny and Jane;
And to those young women I fear we did wrong:
We took off their dresses - and then put them on."

Two of those women now plough the salt main,
And one is a robber on Salisbury Plain.
The highwayman's a barmaid at the sign of the Bell,
And the sailors are milkmaids and pregnant as well.