Lyrics
The fishmonger's daughter
Oh fishmonger, oh fishmonger,
Come quell your daughter's hunger
To pull on my horn
As it rises in the morn
For 'its naught but bad luck
To **** with a puc
Lest your grandkid be born
A hairy young faun
Bleating and braying all day, hey ho
The fishmonger's daughter, ba ba
οΌδΈΉεΎ·ιζ©ε€§εΈε¨δΊθ΅·ζ₯οΌεε¦ε¦ε¦ε¦οΌεε¦ε¦ε¦ε¦~ εε¦ε¦ε¦ε¦οΌεεε~
Oh fishmonger, oh fishmonger,
Come quell your daughter's hunger
To pull on my horn
As it rises in the morn
For 'its naught but bad luck
To **** with a puc
Lest your grandkid be born
A hairy young faun
Bleating and braying all day, hey ho
The fishmonger's daughter, ba ba
οΌδΈΉεΎ·ιζ©ε€§εΈε¨δΊθ΅·ζ₯οΌεε¦ε¦ε¦ε¦οΌεε¦ε¦ε¦ε¦~ εε¦ε¦ε¦ε¦οΌεεε~