minstrel: Lyrics search: "Woad"

Melvin, Stephen R. MelviSR at aries.76products.com
Wed Aug 6 09:13:30 PDT 1997

Here's the additional lines.

Rathflaed DuNoir
The Black Bard of Meridies, MSoB

	What's the use in wearing braces,
	Hats or spats or shoes with laces,
	Pants or vests you buy in places,
	Down on Bronton Road.

	What's the use of shirts of cotton,
	Studs that always get forgotten,
	These affairs are simply rotten,
	Better far is woad.

>	Woad's the stuff to show men;
>	Woad to scare your foe-men;
>	Boil it to a brilliant blue, 
>	And smear it on your legs and your ab-DO-men --
>	Ancient Britons never hit on
>	Anything as good a Woad to fit on
>	Necks & knees & where you sit on...
>		Tailors, you'll be blowed.
>	Romans came across the Channel
>	All dressed up in tin and flannel;
>	Half a pint of woad per man'll
>		clothe us more than these.
>	Saxons, you can keep your britches --
>	Building beds for bugs with stitches.
>	We have woad to clothe us, which is
>		not a nest for fleas.
	Romans keep your armors,
	Saxons your pajamas,
	Hairy coats were made for goats,
	Gorillas, yaks, retriever dogs and llamas,
	March on, snowed on with your woad on,
	Never mind if you get rained or snowed on,
	Never need a button sewed on,
>		Bottoms up to Woad.
>Source: The An Tir song book as modified by my imperfect memory. :)

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