Ode to Albion Girl
Oh Albion Girl
Give me a whirl!
That flagon of beer that you hold to your chest
Makes my heart beat so swiftly in my breast
How many men have you felled with that gun at your hip?
Surely less than those fallen for you, nicked by Cupid's arrow tip
What I wouldn't give to have you heft me up like a boulder
For a ride through the pub over your shoulder
Wink at me once more, oh Divine Creature
Perhaps my wife won't divorce me, if I beseech her
Your mischievous smile is a work of art
Your twinkling eyes shoot at me like a dart
Your gaze sets new fires within my heart
Oh Albion Girl
Give me your love whole or in part
Oh Albion Girl
You saucy tart!
