Lyrics: Master John Inchingham Music: Whistling Gypsy - Trad |
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Ah de doo, ah de doo dah day Ah de doo, ah de day-dee He whistled and he sang 'til the murky moat rang And he won the heart of the lady |
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Evil Dietrich strode up to the gate Of the castle of his lover Evzenie He whistled and he sang 'til the murky moat rang And he won the heart of the lady Archers were posted 'long the castle wall And a note was nailed to the gate-y "The lady and her keep we captured early last week "So wave farewell to your would-be mate-y" Now evil Dietrich, he grew fell wroth At the taunts of the captors of his lady His great bow sang and the murky moat rang With the screams of those he sent to Hades He smashed through the gate and he drew forth his blade Those marauders all cried out like babies He slashed and he hacked and he hewed and he whacked And he grinned like the Marquis de Sade-y He sliced up the wounded and he diced up the dead Disemboweled and dismembered and fileted-dee Then he charged up the tower to his sweet lover's bower For to free her and together escape-y Evil Dietrich skipped back through the carnage Arm in arm with his lover Evzenie What was left of his foes wouldn't feed baby crows So he torched the castle to impress his lady |
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Ah de doo, ah de doo dah day Ah de doo, ah de day-dee He whistled and he sang 'til the murky moat rang And he won the heart, and the hand, and the head, and the feet, and the fingers, and the lungs, and the larynx, and at least twenty feet worth of intestine.... Yes he won the heart of a lady |
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