By Salvador Vaughan
I was in North Armorica
To see the turning of the axe
When I sprouted a band of brothers
Who had all turned backs
A swinging likkle trio
The lads seamed to be
A tall, a small and a tall one
As tall as me eye wood sea
I broached them with a quilver
And shed “Ow! Do you do?”
I asked who they thought they wore
With backs turned on me and you
‘Me I’m Stuart Grittle’
Said the tallest of the three
‘I’m the leader of the band
So say what you say to me’
(And so I did)
Whater ya plain
On this green sprungday?
‘Bassball’ he prosed
‘It’s the only one we play’
So I sat a-back
And paid to the word
Swallowing the leader
This is what I heard:
French man french man
Oh what do you mean
French man french man
Please don’t take my spleen
Je ne sais quoi
Who are you to talk
Je ne sais quoi
Please don’t take my sock
French man french man
Do you understand me?
French man french man
Please leave as you be
(And so I did)