Two from the inimitable singing of the great Peter Dawson (none of yer Dubs or Moody Blues please!):

THE LOST CHORD
Seated one day at the organ,
I was weary and ill at ease,
and my fingers wandered idly,
over the noisy keys...



PHIL THE FLUTER'S BALL
With a toot on the flute
And a twiddle on the fiddle-oh
Hopping in the middle
Like a herrin' on the griddle-oh
Up, down, hand around
And crossing to the wall
Sure hadn't we the gaiety
At Phil the Fluter's ball