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GILBERT O' SULLIVAN lyrics : "I Have a Song to Sing, O!"

I have a song to sing, O
(Sing me your song, O)
It is sung to the moon by a love-lorn loon

Who fled from the mocking throng-o

It's the song of a merry man moping mum

Whose soul was sad and his glance was glum
Who sipped no sup and who craved no crumb
As he sighed for the love of a lady


Hey-di, hey-di, misery me, lack-a-day-de
He sipped no sup and he craved no crumb

As he sighed for the love of a lady

I have a song to sing, O

(What is your song, O?)
It is sung with the ring of the songs maids sing
Who loved with a love life-long-o

It's a song of a merry maid pearly proud
Who loved a Lord and who laughed aloud


At the moan of the merry man moping mum
Whose soul was sad and his glance was glum
Who sipped no sup and who craved no crumb

As he sighed for the love of a lady

Hey-di, hey-di, misery me, lack-a-day-de

He sipped no sup and he craved no crumb
As he sighed for the love of a lady


I have a song to sing, O
(Sing me your song, O)
It is sung to the knell of a church-yard bell

And a doleful dirge ding-dong O

It's a song of a popinjay bravely born

Who turned up his noble nose with scorn
At the humble merry maid pearly proud
Who loved a Lord and who laughed aloud


At the moan of a merry man moping mum
Whose soul was sad and whose glance was glum

Who sipped no sup and who craved no crumb
As he sighed for the love of a lady


Hey-di, hey-di, misery me, lack-a-day-de
He sipped no sup and he craved no crumb
As he sighed for the love of a lady


I have a song to sing, O
(I have a song to sing)

I have a song to sing, O

It is sung with a sigh and a tear in the eye

For it tells of a righted wrong-o
It's a song of the merry maid once so gay
Who turned on her heel and tripped away


From the pea@@#! popinjay bravely born
who turned up his noble nose with scorn

At the humble heart that he did not prize
So she begged on her knees with downcast eyes


For the love of the merry man moping mum
Whose soul was sad and his glance was glum
Who sipped no sup and who craved no crumb

As he sighed for the love of a lady

Hey-di, hey-di, misery me, lack-a-day-de

His pains were o'er and he sighed no more
For he lived in the love of a lady


Hey-di, hey-di
His pains were o'er and he sighed no more
For he lived in the love of a lady

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