Following Master Carlo
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Lyrics: Master Cerian Cantwr Music: Follow Me Up to Carlow |
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From tip to tail, teal is seen, Even his underwear is green - A paragon of pork and beans, With balls on his sombrero. Armed with tuning fork and sword, Commander Gumby leads the corps. Midlands march we off to war, Following Master Carlo. |
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A new man leads us off to war, A cook who fights with music lore, A slumlord on his third encore The army's chief Midlander. This man of much knickknackery; Who's grizzled, gray, in green he'll be. Unusual sartorially, Our regional commander. El capítan of crockery Says small camps are a mockery, Pooh-poohs such poppycockery - Although his trailer's straining. He's got a gross of pots and pans. His kitchen moves by caravan. Feed half of Pennsic, yes he can - The food court is complaining. He focused fights, berserker calm. Beware him if he holds a shawm, For woodwind blows can do you harm - Your eardrums will be hammered. He teaches music to the plants, His cactus likes to sing and dance. The succulent is well enhanced, Of Terpsichore enamored. Prepared for all contingency; Musical, martial, or cookery. The ringworm army's chief flunky, A middle-aged Apollo. This myrmidon of sauce and shawm Plays reveille with the kettle on And feeds the troops on beef bouillon. It's Carlo whom we follow. |
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