Keep the gate bolted, our banner on high,
And caution the sentries to keep a sharp eye.
The men of this castle are sturdy and tough.
We're loyal and brave when the going is rough.
Captain, oh Captain, there's trouble I fear,
Our walls still stand firm, but I see no help
near.
Our storerooms are empty, down to the bare rock,
And the cook has just roasted your favorite hawk.
Keep the gate bolted, our banner on high,
And spice well my goshawk that ne'er more shall
fly.
The men of this castle are sturdy and tough,
We're loyal and brave when the going is rough.
Captain, oh Captain, there's trouble I fear.
The siege still continues, our peril is clear;
For though we have weapons in plenty, it's true
The last of the rats has been made into stew.
Keep the gate bolted, our banner on high.
We will not surrender, though death may be nigh.
The men of this castle are sturdy and tough.
We're loyal and brave when the going is rough.
Captain, oh Captain, there's trouble I fear;
The brewers have told me-- we've run out of beer!
Lower the drawbridge, let them do their worst.
We're loyal and brave, except when we thirst!!
Oh say gentle maiden
may I be your lover?
Condemn me no longer
to mourn and to weep.
Struck down like a hart
I lie wounded and fainting.
Oh, let down your drawbridge
I'll enter your keep.
Enter your keep, nonny, nonny,
Enter your keep, nonny, nonny.
Let down your drawbridge
I'll enter your keep.
Alas, gentle errant,
I am not a maiden,
I'm married to Sir Oswald,
the cunning old Celt.
He's gone to the wars
for a twelvemonth or longer,
And taken the key
to my chastity belt.
Chastity belt, nonny, nonny,
Chastity belt, nonny, nonny.
He's taken the key
to my chastity belt.
Fear not gentle maiden,
for I know a locksmith.
To his forge we will go,
on his door we will knock
And try to avail us of his
specialized knowledge
And see if he's able
to unpick your lock.
Unpick your lock, nonny, nonny,
Unpick your lock, nonny, nonny.
And see if he's able
To unpick your lock
Alas, sir and madam,
To help I'm unable.
My technical knowledge
is of no avail.
I can't find the secret
of your combinations.
The cunning old bastard
has fitted a Yale.
Fitted a Yale, nonny, nonny,
Fitted a Yale, nonny, nonny.
The cunning old bastard
Has fitted a Yale.
I'm back from the wars
with sad news of disaster;
A terrible mishap
I have to confide.
As my ship was passing
the Straits of Gibralter,
I carelessly dropped
the key over the side.
Carelessly dropped, nonny, nonny,
Carelessly dropped, nonny, nonny.
I carelessly dropped the key
Over the side.
Alas and alack!
I am locked up forever!
Then up steps a pageboy
saying : Leave it to me!
If you will allow me
to enter your chamber
I'll open it up
with my duplicate key.
I'll open it up, nonny nonny
Open it up, nonny nonny
I'll open it up
with my duplicate key.
I once took a job as a coachman
My money was paid in advance
So I traveled first down to Dover
And then I crossed over to France.
I was met by a charming young lady
Who clothed me in britches so tight
Said "I see that I've got a fine coachman
To drive me by day and by night."
Ch: She was such a charming young lady
All in the height of her bloom
And me being a dashing young coachman
I drove her ten times 'round the room.
She first took me down to the cellar
And filled me with liquor so quick
She told me to drink in a hurry
Then she asked for a look at my whip.
She held it and viewed it a moment
And then put it down with a smile.
"I can see by the length and the look of your
slash
You can drive in the old-fashioned style."
She bade me get into position
So I climbed right up in the seat.
Three swishes I gave with me cracker
And drove her right down the high street.
I handled the whip with good judgment
Until I was sure of her ways,
But the very first tug that I gave on the brakes
I broke the main spring of her stays.
When the mistress grew tired or grew weary
And wanted to take a short rest
She'd call for her servent maid Sally
The one that I loved second best.
She'd say, "Sally, we've got a fine coachman
He understands driving in style.
While the spring on my chassis's being strengthened
again
I'll let him drive you for awhile."
Come all ye fair and tender ladies
Be careful how you court young men;
They're like the stars of a summer's morning
They'll first appear and then they're gone.
If I'd ha' known before I courted
I ne'er would have courted none
I'd have locked my heart in a box of gold
And fastened it up with a silver pin.
I wish I were some little sparrow
And I had wings and I could fly;
I'd fly straight-away to my false true lover
An' when he'd speak I would deny.
But I am not a little sparrow
I have no wings, neither can I fly
So I'll sit down here to weep in sorrow
And try to pass my troubles by.
O don't you remember our days of courting
When your head lay upon my breast
You could make me believe by the falling of your
arm
That the sun arose in the West.
Come listen awhile and I'll tell you a story
Of three merry gentlemen riding along
They met a fair maid and to her did say
We're afraid this cold morning will do you some
harm.
"Oh, no, kind sir," said the maid, "You're mistaken
To think this cold morning will do me some harm
There's one thing I crave and it lies twixt your
legs, Sir
If you give me that, it will keep me warm."
"Well, since you do crave it, my dear, you shall
have it
If you'll come with me to yonder green tree
Well, since you do crave it, my dear, you shall
have it
I'll make these two gentlemen witness to be."
So the gentleman lighted and straightway she mounted
And looking the gentleman hard in the face
Saying "You knew not me meaning, you wrong understood
me."
And away she went galloping down the long lane.
"Oh, gentlemen, lend me one of your horses
That I may ride after her down the long lane
If I overtake her, I warrant I'll make her
Return unto me my own horse again."
But soon as this fair maid she saw him a-coming
She instantly took a pistol in hand
Saying "Doubt not my skill that you I would kill,
Sir
I'll have you stand back or you are a dead man."
"Oh, why do you spend your time here in talking?
Oh, why do you spend your time here in vain?
Come give her a guinea, it's what she deserves
And I warrant she'll give you your horse back
again."
"Oh, no, kind sir, you're vastly mistaken
If this is his loss, well, this is my gain
And you were a witness that he gave it to me."
And away she went galloping down the long lane.
There lived a lady by the North Sea Shore
(Lay the bend to the bonnie broom)
Two daughters were the babes she bore
(Fa la la la la la la la)
As one grew bright as is the sun
So coal black grew the elder one.
A knight came riding to the lady's door
He'd traveled far to be the wooer.
He courted one with gloves and rings,
But he loved the younger above all things.
'Oh, Sister, come go with me
To watch the ships sail on the sea.'
She took her sister by the hand
And led her down to the North Sea strand
And as they stood on the windy shore,
The dark girl threw her sister o'er
Sometimes she sank, sometimes she swam
Crying, 'O, Sister, reach to me your hand
'O, Sister, Sister, let me life
And all that's mine I'll surely give.'
'It's your own truelove that I'll have and more
But thou shalt never come ashore.'
And there she floated like a swan.
The salt sea bore her body on.
Two minstrels walked along the strand
And saw the maiden float to land.
They made a harp of her breast bone
Whose sound would melt a heart of stone.
They took three locks of her yellow hair
And with them strung the harp so rare.
They went into her father's hall
To play the harp before them all.
The first string sang a doleful sound.
'The bride her younger sister drowned.'
The second string as that they tried,
'In terror sits the black-haired bride.'
The third string sang beneath their bow,
'And surely now her tears will flow.'
As I was a-walking one morning in May
I met a pretty fair maid and unto her did say:
"I'll tell you me mind, it's for love I am inclined
And me inclination lies in your cuckoo's nest."
Chorus: Some like a girl who is pretty
in the face
And some like a girl who is slender in the
waist.
But give me a girl who will wriggle and will
twist.
At the bottom of the belly lies the cuckoo's
nest.
Me darling, says she, I am innocent and young
I scarcely can believe your false deluding tongue.
Yet I see it in your eyes and it fills me with
surprise
That your inclination lies in me cuckoo's nest.
Me darling, says he, if you it in me eyes
Then think of it as fondness, and do not be surprised.
I love you, me dear, and I'll marry you, I swear
If you'll let me clap me hand upon your cuckoo's
nest.
Me darling, says she, I can do no such thing
Me mother often told me it was committing sin
Me maidenhead to lose and me sex to be abused
And I'll thank you not to think upon me cuckoo's
nest.
Me darling, says he, it is not committing sin
But common sense should tell you it is a pleasing
thing
For you were brought into this world to increase
and do your best
And to help a man to heaven in your cuckoo's
nest.
Me darling, says she, I cannot you deny
You've surely won me heart by the rolling of
your eye
But I see it in your eyes that your courage is
surprised
So gently lift your hand unto me cuckoo's nest.
This couple they got married and soon they went
to bed
And so this pretty fair maid she lost her maidenhead.
In a small country cottage they increase and
do their best
And he often claps his hand upon her cuckoo's
nest.
Remember me in the cold moonlight.
Remember me in the morning bright.
Remember me when the sun is high.
Remember me, remember me, remember me.
Remember me, the one who loved you true.
Remember me, whose kiss you never knew.
Remember me, the one you turned away.
Remember me, remember me, remember me.
Remember me, when she's by your side.
Remember me, when she is your bride.
Remember me when your lips touch hers.
Remember me, remember me, remember me.
Remember me; on you this bane I cast.
Remember me until you've breathed your last.
Remember me each time you close your eyes.
Remember me, remember me, remember me.
Remember me when your foe's in sight.
Remember me in your final fight.
Remember me as the sword comes down.
Remember me, remember me, remember me.
Remember me; by your grave I weep.
Remember me; a guilty vigil I keep.
Remember me, for I love you still.
Remember me, remember me, remember me.
I prithee, an thou hast enjoyed rest and merriment whilst pausing at
the Gallery, scribe thy thoughts to the good gentle below.
songsmith@oocities.com
Scribed this 28th day of October, 1998
Except for where otherwise noted, all works and
character concepts are Copyrighted 1997
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