brethren, sinners of old,
I call upon our goddesses of virtues
to give us a well -earned edition
There's a little ditty they're
been on the gin or the beer
If you've got the patience,
Will tell you just exactly
They all suppose what they
when they hear oom -pa -pa.
would often have the odd glass,
but never when he thought
secretly buy it and drink it on the
quiet and dream he was an
Earl with a girl on each knee
Oh Papa, oh Papa, that's how it goes
Oh Papa, oh Papa, everyone knows
what is the cause of his red shiny nose
Displays her pretty ankles
And they can see her garters
but not the fraying gratters
An inch or two and then she
Oh papa, oh papa, that's how it goes
She was from the country,
but now she's off the country
She's glad to bring her coin in
