Вступление
Intro:
Oh Fishmonger oh Fishmonger
Come quell your daughter's, huunger.
To Pull on my horn
As it rises in the morn
For 'tis naught but bad luck
To fuck with a puck
Lest you grandkid be born
А hairy young faun
Bleating and braying all day hey ho
The fishmonger's daughter ba ba