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This version sourced from The Mangy Mongol songbook, page 76, AS XLIII. |
This version sourced from [[The Mangy Mongol songbook]], page 76, [[AS XLIII]]. |
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Tune: Volga Boatmen |
Tune: ''Volga Boatmen'' |
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==Lyrics== |
==Lyrics== |
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Happy Birthday! (UHH!) Happy Birthday! (UHH!) |
Happy Birthday! (UHH!) Happy Birthday! (UHH!) |
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May the |
May the [[candle]]s on your cake<br> |
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Burn like cities in your wake |
Burn like cities in your wake |
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Your |
Your [[servant]]s steal, your wife's untrue<br> |
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Your children plot to murder you. |
Your children plot to murder you. |
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They stole your gold, your sword, your house<br> |
They stole your [[gold]], your [[sword]], your house<br> |
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They stole your sheep, but not your spouse. |
They stole your [[sheep]], but not your spouse. |
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Black Death has just struck your town<br> |
[[Black Death]] has just struck your town<br> |
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You yourself feel quite run-down. |
You yourself feel quite run-down. |
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Were I sitting in your |
Were I sitting in your [[shoe]]s,<br> |
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I'd go out and sing the blues |
I'd go out and sing the blues |
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May your deeds with sheep and yaks<br> |
May your deeds with sheep and yaks<br> |
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Equal those with |
Equal those with sword and [[axe]] |
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Indigestion's what you get<br> |
Indigestion's what you get<br> |
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From the enemies you 'et |
From the enemies you 'et |
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Burn the Castle and storm the keep<br> |
Burn the [[Castle]] and storm the [[keep]]<br> |
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Kill the Women but SAVE THE SHEEP |
Kill the Women but SAVE THE SHEEP |
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Tho you're turning 29<br> |
Tho you're turning 29<br> |
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Age to you is like fine wine |
Age to you is like fine [[wine]] |
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Now you've lived another year<br> |
Now you've lived another year<br> |
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Age to you is like stale beer. |
Age to you is like stale [[beer]]. |
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So another year has passed<br> |
So another year has passed<br> |
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See the wrinkles on your face<br> |
See the wrinkles on your face<br> |
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Like the patten of fine lace |
Like the patten of fine [[lace]] |
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Long ago your hair turned grey<br> |
Long ago your hair turned grey<br> |
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Your demise cannot be far. |
Your demise cannot be far. |
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I'm a leper, can't you see<br> |
I'm a [[leper]], can't you see<br> |
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Have a birthday kiss from me. |
Have a birthday kiss from me. |
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We brought linen, white as cloud<br> |
We brought [[linen]], white as cloud<br> |
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Now we'll sit and sew your shroud! |
Now we'll sit and sew your shroud! |
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You'll be dead this time next year. |
You'll be dead this time next year. |
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Latest revision as of 09:27, 31 January 2013
This version sourced from The Mangy Mongol songbook, page 76, AS XLIII.
Tune: Volga Boatmen
Lyrics
Happy Birthday! (UHH!) Happy Birthday! (UHH!)
Gloom, destruction and despair
People dying everywhere
Happy Birthday! (UHH!) Happy Birthday! (UHH!)
May the candles on your cake
Burn like cities in your wake
Your servants steal, your wife's untrue
Your children plot to murder you.
They stole your gold, your sword, your house
They stole your sheep, but not your spouse.
Black Death has just struck your town
You yourself feel quite run-down.
Were I sitting in your shoes,
I'd go out and sing the blues
May your deeds with sheep and yaks
Equal those with sword and axe
Indigestion's what you get
From the enemies you 'et
Burn the Castle and storm the keep
Kill the Women but SAVE THE SHEEP
This one lesson you must learn,
FIRST you pillage, THEN you burn.
Tho you're turning 29
Age to you is like fine wine
Now you've lived another year
Age to you is like stale beer.
So another year has passed
Don't look now they're gaining fast!
See the wrinkles on your face
Like the patten of fine lace
Long ago your hair turned grey
Now it's falling out, they say.
Now you are the age you are,
Your demise cannot be far.
I'm a leper, can't you see
Have a birthday kiss from me.
We brought linen, white as cloud
Now we'll sit and sew your shroud!
It's your birthday never fear
You'll be dead this time next year.
