Frankie Armstrong - 02 - The Man From Over The Sea (Bird In The Bush 1966) | Текст песни

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• 02 - The Man From Over The Sea (Bird In The Bush 1966)

There was an old man come over the sea,
Aye, but I'll not have him.
The was an old man come over the sea,
Come sniveling, snuffling all around me.
With his long gray beard, with his long gray beard
A-shivering and shaking.

My mother she told me to bid him come in,
Aye, but I'll not have him.
My mother she told me to bid him come in,
And he giggled and dribbled all over his chin.
With his long gray beard, with his long gray beard
A-shivering and shaking.
My mother she told me give him a stool,
Aye, but I'll not have him.
My mother she told me give him a stool,
Well, I give him a stool and he sat like a fool.
With his long gray beard, with his long gray beard
A-shivering and shaking.
My mother she told me to give him some cake,
Aye, but I'll not have him.
My mother she told me to give him some cake,
And the silly old fool wriggled just like a snake.
With his long gray beard, with his long gray beard
A-shivering and shaking.
My mother she told me to pass him the sugar
Aye, but I'll not have him.
My mother she told me to pass him the sugar
An he shiveled it and shoveled it down like a bugger
With his long gray beard, with his long gray beard
A-shivering and shaking.
My mother she told me take him to bed
Aye, but I'll not have him.
My mother she told me take him to bed
And the daft old devil nigh stood on his head.
With his long gray beard, with his long gray beard
A-shivering and shaking.
My mother told me to show him what to do
Aye, but I'll not have him.
My mother told me to show him what to do
But the silly old cock couldn't learn how to screw.
With his long gray beard, with his long gray beard
A-shivering and shaking.
My mother she told me to bid him farewell
Aye, but I'll not have him.
My mother she told me to bid him farewell
Well, I bid him farewell and I wished him in hell.
With his long gray beard, with his long gray beard
A-shivering and shaking.

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