Feasting in the Northern Oceans of Medieval Academia. Songs about things : comments.
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More of a kid's song, probably no good but ...
The Quartermaster's stores
There were eggs, eggs, eggs with hairy legs,
In the stores,
In the stores,
There were eggs, eggs, eggs with hairy legs,
In the Quartermaster's stores.
Chorus : (after each verse)
My eyes are dim, I cannot see,
I have not brought my specs with me,
I have - not - brought - my - specs - with - me!
There was cheese, cheese, cheese with knobbly knees.....
There was bacon, bacon, unless I was mistaken.......
There was bread, bread, harder than your head .......
There were fleas, fleas, eating all the peas .........
There was gravy, gravy, enough to float the navy.....
There was butter, butter, running down the gutter ....
There were rats, rats, big as alley cats ........
There were mice, mice, digging in the rice ....
You then make up anything you like, often using the names of friends in strange situations. There loads of different verses out there, not everyone agrees on the same verses.