Lankum The Old Man From Over The Sea
There was an old man come over the sea,
Aye, but I'll not have him.
There was an old man come over the sea,
Come snivelling, snuffling, over on me,
With his long grey beard, with his long grey beard,
A‐shivering and shaking
My mother she told me to bid him come in,
Aye, but I'll not have him.
My mother she told me to bid him come in,
And he giggled and dribbled all over his chin.
With his long grey beard, with his long grey beard,
With his long grey beard, with his long grey beard,
A‐shivering and shaking
My mother she told me to give him a stool,
Aye, but I'll not have him.
My mother she told me to give him a stool,
Well I gave him a stool and he sat like a fool.
With his long grey beard, with his long grey beard,
With his long grey beard, with his long grey beard,
A‐shivering and shaking
My mother she told me to give him some cake,
Aye, but I'll not have him.
My mother she told me to give him some cake,
And the silly old fool wriggled just like a snake.
With his long grey beard, with his long grey beard,
With his long grey beard, with his long grey beard,
A‐shivering and shaking
My mother she told me to pass him the sugar,
Aye, but I'll not have him.
My mother she told me to pass him the sugar,
And he shivvelled and shovelled it down like a bugger.
With his long grey beard, with his long grey beard,
With his long grey beard, with his long grey beard,
A‐shivering and shaking
My mother she told me to take him to bed,
Aye, but I'll not have him.
My mother she told me to take him to bed,
And the daft old devil nigh stood on his head.
With his long grey beard, with his long grey beard,
With his long grey beard, with his long grey beard,
A‐shivering and shaking
My mother told me to show him what to do,
Aye, but I'll not have him.
My mother told me to show him what to do,
But the silly old cod couldn't learn how to screw.
With his long grey beard, with his long grey beard,
With his long grey beard, with his long grey beard,
A‐shivering and shaking
My mother she told me to bid him farewell,
Aye, but I'll not have him.
My mother she told me to bid him farewell,
Well I bid him farewell and I wished him in hell.
With his long grey beard, with his long grey beard,
With his long grey beard, with his long grey beard,
A‐shivering and shaking
There was an old man came over the sea,
Aye, but I'll not have him.
There was an old man came over the sea,
Came snivelling, snuffling, over on me.
With his long grey beard, with his long grey beard,
With his long grey beard, with his long grey beard,
A‐shivering and shaking