The Ballad of Thursday Next
Posted by:
Jon (---.abel.net.uk)
Date: November 20, 2002 01:14PM
<HTML>The Ballad of Thursday Next
(arranged for lute, crumhorn, and finger in ear)
As I was out a walking, in merry Swindon Town
I spied a bonny lass go by, of very great renown
She was fair and blithe beside, but slightly up the stick
So I offered her me pillion, and she called me a
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With a whack fol a derry oh, the next verse is in a bit
Who’s stuck in the Raven? We don’t know. Jack Schitt?
I was still out a walking, and saw Miss Thursday Next
“Those bastards at Goliath have got me very vexed,
“They’ve a-stolen of me husband, now I’m right out of luck,
“What shall I do me deario?” “I couldn’t give a
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Walking yet another day, I met the maid again,
“My dodo’s laid an egg today, I’m not Mrs. Parke-Laine
“How shall I hide from Goliath, they’ve got me in a twist,”
I couldn’t answer sensibly, for I was very
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Still I’m bloody walking, and I spied the lady fair
The one renowned in all the land as saviour of Jane Eyre
She’s joined with JurisFiction, she’s got Miss Havisham to thank,
She’s pretty, boys, but on the whole I’d rather have a
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Fed up with all this walking, today I caught the bus
And saw that woman once again, and so I made a fuss
“I keep bloody seeing you! Be you a-tailing me,” I calls,
“Be you a copper after I?” To which she answered
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