“One evening for their tea
Her family broiled and ate her;
‘Never mind!’ says the king to me,
‘Just go and pick out a better.’ ”
Chorus. Now this is pretty bad,
Yet it’s nothin’ to what’s a-coming;
But I hear the old man a bawlin’ like mad,
So I guess I will stop my humming.
“Wal,” answered Brown, “that comes it rather strong.
Now if you like I’ll sing a pirate’s song