A wand'ring minstrel I
a thing of shreds
and patches
Of ballads, songs
and snatches
and dreamy lullaby!
My catalogue is long
thro' ev'ry passion
raging
And to your
humours changing
I tune my supple song!
I tune my supple song!
Are you in
sentimental mood?
I'll sigh with you
Ooooh sorrow!
On maiden's coldness
do you brood?
I'll do so too
Oooh, sorrow, sorrow!
I'll charm your willing ears
with songs of lovers fears
while sympathetic tears
my cheeks bedew
oooh, sorrow, sorrow!
But if patriotic sentiment
is wanted
I've patriotic ballads
cut and dried
For where'er our country's
banner may be planted
all other local banners
are defied!
Our warriors in serried
ranks assembled
never quail or they
conceal it if they do
And I shouldn't be
surpris'd
if nations trembled
before the mighty troops
the troops of Titipu!
We shouldn't be surpris'd
if nations trembled
trembled with alarm
before the mighty troops
the troops of Titipu!
And if you call for
a song of the sea
we'll heave the
capstan round
With a yeo heave ho
for the wind is free
her anchor's a-trip
and her helm's a-lee
Hurrah for the
homeward bound!
Yeo-ho-heave-ho-
Hurrah for the
homeward bound!
To lay a loft in
a howling breeze
may tickle a
landsman's taste
But the happiest hour
a sailor sees
is when he's down
at an inland town
With his Nancy
on his knees, yeo-ho!
and his arm
around her waist!
Then man the capstan
off we go
as the fiddler
swings us round
With a yeo heave ho
and a rum below
hurrah for the
homeward bound!
With a yeo heave ho
and a rum below
ye-ho heave ho ye-ho
heave ho heave ho
heave ho ye-ho-ho-ho-ho!
A wand'ring minstrel I
a thing of shreds
and patches
Of ballads, songs
and snatches
and dreamy lullaby
And dreamy lull-lul-la-by!
lul-la-by