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BOLD SIR JOHN Now Bold Sir John was young at heart, And Bold Sir John was gay; He strolled the woods, the fields all round, A-heeding Mother Nature's sounds; The twittering of the birds all day, The bumblebees at play. The Twit! The Twit! The Twit! The twit! The twittering of the birds all day; The Bum! The Bum! The Bum! The Bum! The bumblebees at play. As Bold Sir John continued on, A-viewing natures ways; He asked the Lord, "Come tell me pray, Why elephants live so long, they say; Your flies live but a day then they, Drop dead upon the ground". Your Flies! Your Flies! Your Flies! Your Flies! Your flies live but a day then they; Drop Dead! Drop Dead! Drop Dead! Drop Dead! Drop dead upon the ground. As Bold Sir John walked on afar, He spied a maiden fair; "I beg you sir don't come too near, For I've seen many a maiden here; Get lost amongst the new mown hay, So doff your hat I pray". Get lost! Get lost! Get lost! Get lost! Get lost amongst the new mown hay. Sod off! Sod off! Sod off! Sod off! So doff your hat I pray. When Bold Sir John return'ed home, They gave him gin to try; "Don't fill me with strong liquor up, Nor give me grape nor grain to sup; Pour cowslips dew into my cup, A Puritan am I". Poor Cow! Poor Cow! Poor Cow! Poor Cow! Pour cowslips dew into my cup. Up You! Up You! Up You! Up You! A Puritan am I. From the Two Ronnies filename[ BOLDJOHN DB Feb07  8note Sheet |
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