The darkness is stealing all over the place,
The flowers are weeping for sorrow,
The daisy is hiding its little round face,
The sun has gone seeking to-morrow.
So while you are seated all round the tea-table,
Please join in the chorus as well as you're able;
O! sing! sing away for your life.
Chorus.
It's time to cut off the dicky birds' noses,
Time to cut off the dicky birds' noses,
It's time to cut off the dicky birds' noses,
So bring me the carving-knife.
The darkness is hiding the birds on the trees,
The thrushes are weary of singing,
A strange little rumour is borne on the breeze
Of Summer the swallows are bringing.
So while you are seated all round the tea-table,
Please join in the chorus as well as you're able;
O! sing! sing away for your life.
Chorus.
It's time to cut off the dicky birds' noses,
Time to cut off the dicky birds' noses,
It's time to cut off the dicky birds' noses,
So bring me the carving-knife.
The Summer is stealing all over the place,
The wind is all scented with roses,
The dear little birds are all flying a race,
On purpose to give us their noses.
So while you are seated all round the tea-table,
Please join in the chorus as well as you're able;
O! sing! sing away for your life.