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haddocks' eyes - gryphon lyrics

[instrumental intro 0:00 * 2:00]

[verse 1]
i’ll tell thee everything i can
there’s little to relate
i saw an aged, aged man
a*sitting on a gate
“who are you, aged man?” i said
“and how is it you live?”
and his arms a*trickled through my hands
like water through a sieve

[verse 2]
he said “i look for b*tterflies that sleep among the wheat”
“i make them into mutton pies and sell them in the street”
“i sell them unto men” he said, “who sail on stormy seas”
“and that’s the way i get my bread, a trifle if you please!”
but i was thinking of a plan to dye onеs whiskers green
and all was used so large a fan, that thеy could not be seen
so having no reply to give to what the old man said
i cried “come tell me how you live” and thumped him on the head!
his accent’s mild took up the tale
he said “i go my ways”
“and when i find a mountain well, i set it in a blaze”
and [?] they make [?]
[?]
[?] they give me for my toil
but i was thinking of a way to feed oneself on batter
so i go on from day to day, getting a little fatter
i shook him well from side to side until his face was blue
and “tell me how you live” i cried, “and what it is you do?”
he said “i hunt for haddocks’ eyes, among the heather bright”
“and work them into waistcoat b*ttons into the silent night”
“and these i do not sell for gold, or coin of silvery shine”
“but for a carp or [?] and that will purchase mine”
“i sometimes dig for [?] or [?] twigs for crabs”
“i sometimes search the grassy knolls for wheels of handsome cabs”
“and that’s the way”, he gave a wink, “by which i get my wealth”
and i will gladly drink your mother’s n0ble health
[interlude 6:00 * 6:53]

[verse 3]
i [?] for i have just completed my design
to keep the men i bridge from rust, by boiling it in wine
i thanked him much for telling me the way he got his wealth
but chiefly for his wish that he may drink my n0ble health
and now with him by chance i put my fingers into glue
or madly squeeze a right hand foot into a left hand shoe
or if i drop upon my toe a very heavy weight
i [?] for it reminds me so of that old man i used to know
whose look was mild, whose speech was slow
whose hair was whiter than the snow
whose face was very like a crow
with eyes like [?] who seemed distracted with his woe
who rocked his body to a fro
and muttered, mumbling [?] as if his mouth were full of dope
who [?] like a [?]
[?] an evening long ago
a*sitting on a gate

[interlude 8:57 * 10:27]

[outro]
that summer evening on the knoll
a*sitting on the gate

- gryphon lyrics

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