Milk Song
| Words: Siobhán, Tune: Sweet Betsy from Pike |
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I sit in the feast hall, my throat feeling dry
My mug sadly empty as pitchers go by Wine, beer, and mead, all drinks of that ilk You keep them all, I just want some milk. Chorus: Milk, milk, I'd like some milk I've never had anything quite like some milk Chocolate, strawberry, almond, even silk I've never had anything quite like some milk! V2 Milk in my grains as I wake for the day Milk with my lunch as I toil away Milk by the fire while I ready for bed My thirst for sweet milk is never misled Chorus V3 So you keep your meads and sherrys so dry You keep your ales and fermented rye You keep your tankards and barrels of booze Just give me a glass of cream sweet moos! |
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