♪ Down by the old mill stream,
Where I first met you,
With your eyes of blue
Dressed in gingham too--
And it was there I knew
That you loved me too.
You were sixteen,
My village queen,
Down by the old mill stream. ♫
(Next tune, s'il vous plait.)
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Phantom Bunburyist and Fop o' th' Morning
Ahem, ahem... daaaa, daaaa! Ok, I think this is the right key.
Down by the old (not the new but the old)
Mill stream (not the river but the stream),
Where I first (not the last but the first)
Met you. (Not me but you.)
With your eyes (not your ears, but your eyes)
Of blue (not green, but blue).
Dressed in ging- (not silk but ging-) -ham too. (Not one but two.)
And it was there (not here, but there),
I knew (not old, but new)
That you loved (not hate, but loved)
Me too. (Not one but two.)
You were sixteen (not seventeen, but sixteen)
My village queen! (Not the king, but the queen).
Down by the old (not the new, but the old),
Mill stream (not the river, but the stream).
*tunelessly joins in*
*erherm*
...
"She'll be coming 'round the mountain when she comes!
She'll be coming 'round the mountain when she comes!
She'll be coming 'round the mountain, she'll be coming 'round the mountain, she'll be coming 'round the mountain when she.........
coooooooooooooooooooooooomes!"
A Capella eH? How'd a blast of the Flying Pickets grab you?
Durn... durn durn..
Durn... durn durn..
Bada dada
Bada dada
Bah dah dah dah
Bah dah dah dah
And so forth...
Oh yes, there's a singer lost in me! ^_^
Quote from: The Phantom Eyebrow on March 05, 2008, 11:53:24 AM
Oh yes, there's a singer lost in me! ^_^
let him out! sounds like he's in pain :blink:
Da da daaa
da da, da daa
da da daaa
da da
We all came out to Montreaux...