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!