God rest Ye merry gentlemen, sleep now while you may To battle for our Liberty we head at break of day To save us all from monarchy we march into the fray Oh tidings of sulphur ahoy, sulphur ahoy Oh tidings of sulphur ahoy
Scurvy get your big, big drum Monkey get your fife and come Let's go sing our boys a song Tu-re-lu-re-lu, pat-a-pat-a-pan When we sing now all night long So their courage won't be gone
God rest Ye merry gentlemen, put wax in both your ears I hear the pipers nearing with drums and drunk on beer To stir our rest with satans power at the last frontier Oh tidings of sulphur ahoy, sulphur ahoy Oh tidings of sulphur ahoy
Three wise men with a donkey lay For to King of Kings give praise On the fife and drum they played Tu-re-lu-re-lu, pat-a-pat-a-pan On the fife and drum they played So their hearts were glad and gay
Fear not my brave soldiers, let nothing you affright Just keep a calm composure and sleep now through the night Don't drink, don't sing ungodly words of Satan's pow'r and might Oh tidings of sulphur ahoy, sulphur ahoy Oh tidings of sulphur ahoy
Scurvy plays the big big drum While our piper tunes his bong Aren't they fun to play upon? Tu-re-lu-re-lu, pat-a-pat-a-pan When we play our fife and drum How can anyone be glum
God rest Ye merry gentlemen, sleep now while you may Scurvy plays the big big drum while our piper tunes To battle for our Liberty we head at break of day Oh tidings of sulphur ahoy, sulphur ahoy Oh tidings of sulphur ahoyTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
