SONG : FOOL AND BLADDER (Sung by Scrotum)
Out in the fields they farmers' boys
Are workin' hard, Sir -
The sun scorches bumpkin leather necks :
Old Seth is pullin' pints
Down at the 'Fool And Bladder',
Where rustics will relieve themselves of aches.
Singing -
Lay down your Spade, draw up your will,
Tomorrow comes too quickly,
Whistlin' 'Mad'moiselle from Armentieres',
A wise man knows his onions
Is strong and pickly,
Swilled down with a pint of Seth's best beer.
Last night drippin' custard on our rhubarb crumble,
Now we'm drippin' sweat upon the soil.
Wake up six 'n' sevens, still we mustn't grumble :
Weekends we forget about it all.
Singing -
Lay own your spade, draw up your will,
Tomorrow comes too quickly,
Singin' 'Mad'moiselle from Armentieres'.
A wise man knows his onions Is strong and pickly;
Swilled down with a pint of Seth's best beer.
The village populace is
Jumpin' on faces,
Catchin' the javelin,
Headin' the shot.
(FX : Scrotum heads a shot and crumples in a heap.)
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