Lyrics:
Merry England

I'm headed for New England or the Paris of the south Gonna find myself somewhere to level out Are your brothels full, oh Babylon, with merry middlemen

-mass, When north winds froze the lake, Said Adam Gorman to his men, "We must some castle take!" "And what brave castle shall we take, My merry men and

castle walls but now to death must yield We must go and face our daring foes and with a sword and shield I often fought with my merry men but now to death

all will unite In the merry month of May. Oh, where are the young men that now here should dance For summer is a'coming today Well some there are in England

-nothin' John Incredible as he is inept Whenever the history books are kept They'll call him the phony king of England A pox on the phony king of England

we are dry We'll be true to one another, get married bye and bye Oh, cursed be them cruel wars that ever they should rise And out of merry England press

wailed until he was sore Saying ?The flower of all England will flourish no more? He sat by the river with his head in his hands Saying ?My merry England

'm headed for New England or the Paris of the South Gonna find myself somewhere to level out Are your brothels full, Oh Babylon, with merry Middlemen

(Traditional) There were three brothers in merry Scotland, In merry Scotland there were three, And they did cast lots which of them should go, Should