minstrel: Lyrics search: "Woad"

[Wes Will]

Woad

     What's the use of wearing braces.
     Hats or spats or boots with laces,
     Coats and vests you buy in places
     Down on Brompton 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 foemen.
     Boil it to a brilliant blue
     And rub on your back and your abdomen.
     Ancient Britons never hit on
     Anything as fine as woad to fit on
     Neck or knees or what you sit on---
     Tailors, you'll be blowed!

     Romans crossed the Emglish Channel,
     All dressed up in tin and flannel;
     Half a pint o' woad per man'll
     Clothe us more than these.
     Saxons, you can keep your stitches,
     For making beds for bugs in britches.
     We have woad to clothe us which is
     Not a nest for fleas.

     Romans, save your armors,
     Saxons, your pajamas.
     Hairy coats were made for goats,
     Gorillas, yaks, retriever dogs and llamas.
     March on Snowdon with your woad on
     Never mind if you get rained or snowed on.
     Never need a button sewed on,
     W-O-A-D woad.
Eoin

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