The Solan Geese flop from their trees; yon crawls the Cuckodrill—
And all because we read about Sir John Maundeville!
Oh, Sir John Maundeville, Sir John Maundeville,
From Malabar to Tartary they marvel at you still.
Old Aldrovandus drops a tear in envy fit to kill
Because we sing the praises of Sir John Maundeville.
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WE’RE off across the hills to-day with merriment agog,
With pipe and timbrel ribboned gay, with fiddle-scrape and clog.
And in our pack we’ll bring you back