I'm my father's son
I am the grain he once threw down
Just like Isaac in the Book of Psalms

One wee dram leaves him damned
And gasping in my mother's arms (the devil's arms)


The oak tree falls
But the sapling's roots are lain
Son $$#umes the father's mantle

Mother, look -- I am a man

Cast your eye upon my rustic beard!

Long I've nurtured chinny crop!
No battle lost by man with beard
He bearded man? He strong and proud

To be a farmer is to have a beard
Father, put aside your tools


My fragile face was fertile
And the seeds were sown thereon
Forty moons of cloud and rain anon

Did yield one hairy man
From baby boy amidst the bales (my father's bales)


One single drip
Of malt upon my whisker
Those drops weren't made of poison

My mother's milk is gold

Cast your eye upon my rustic beard!

Long I've nurtured chinny crop!
No battle lost by man with beard
He bearded man? He strong and proud

To be a farmer is to have a beard
Father, put aside your tools


Don't tell my mother
But I am not a farmer
I only have a beard


Jesus -- had a beard
Moses -- had a big old beard

Lincoln -- had a beard
A billy goat -- he has a long white beard
Rastas -- have a beard

Rory McGrath -- has an almost beard
Scary Spice -- has a beard
And Brian Blessed has a great big beard!