As I Went Out in Wierdling Wood
A cautionary tale to the tune of "The Darby Ram" or "The Liar"
Words by Bo Vandenberg, August 30 2002


As I went out to Wierdling Wood upon a summers eve
You know I met the strangest folks you never would believe
I hesitate to tell you for you'll say I'm crackers too
But if you come to Wierdling Wood then you can see them too.

Its a lie, its a lie and I know it isn't true
But if you come to Wierdling Wood then you can see them too.

A man who thinks the winter time is much to hard for birds
He built a hat to feed them with thats far to strange for words.
He thought the little dainty things might light upon his brow
But heavy hungry squirrels knocked his head off with a pow.

Chrs:

There's women in the woods me boys 'ahiding from their men
Half way up the tallest tree, somewhere in the glen
But don't you try to talk them down, they're loopy as can be
They'll pelt you for your troubles boys with nuts and bits of tree!

Chrs:

Sigurd he took up the task to catch himself a wife
He built the strongest hat me boys, you'll see in your whole life
He baited it with negligee and purty falderal
Took a walk by the tallest tree and hoped she'd take the fall.

Chrs:

From up atop the tree me boys the hat looked mighty grand
She leaned out on the branches so that she could see the man.
The branch went crack and she fell whack a fearin' she would splat
And tumbling through the atmosphere she landed on the hat.


moral -- slowly

So here's the tale for every male that wants to find a mate
Don't seek above your station, for this truth I must relate.
For Love fell from the heavens but it stopped poor Sigurd's Breath
Another schmuck with rotten luck was brow beaten to death.