Lyrics

With a bread-crust as adornment The cheerful rambler roams the land He waves at cows at grasses wide At blooming corncobs at his side While skylarks eat out of his hand Beaming at night the lasses stand At village pumps and send their love And then they kiss his sweated cheeks Oh, even aged virgins do So they lay down and nestle up Their warm hearts at his tired feet Cos their old mothers say they should Beaming at night the lasses stand At village pumps and send their love And then they kiss his sweated cheeks Oh, even aged virgins do So they lay down and nestle up Their warm hearts at his tired feet Cos their old mothers say they should Late in the hay the rambler prays And then he reads in the old book While all the city's streets are crossed by whores and pimps Their nasty rats run aimlessly at their wits' end He stretches so satisfied his tawny limbs With a bread-crust as adornment The cheerful rambler roams the land He waves at cows at grasses wide At blooming corncobs at his side While skylarks eat out of his hand Late in the hay the rambler prays And then he reads in the old book While all the city's streets are crossed by whores and pimps Their nasty rats run aimlessly at their wits' end He stretches so satisfied his tawny limbs