The Breton tar lights up his duty-frees

the undertakers peer and say Oho

eat fire your mouth will taste like antifreeze

the re in all his songs came out as doh

Remember friends those isles where live your Friese

your mind turns more and more to gloom and woe

going up to visit town is quite a wheeze

when from afar we see the bushes grow

The brave man cries I do not care a jot

we'll smack the dibbing kiddie's little bot

manure not slush besmirched his gabardine

You'll come to miss the peasant in his smock

baroque ears find that Spanish is a shock

the shield of vair or or's but briefly seen