LET'S MORRIS
Words and music by Gid Taylor
			
			
We morris with the bells, and we morris in the socks,
Some of you have noticed we are morrissing in frocks,
The cloggs are very heavy, ah, but let me make it clear,
They seem a little lighter when you're drinking loads of beer.

Shake your hankies in the air and clash your sticks,
Some of us have had a few, so look out for the tricks.
Leaping over brooms can really concentrate the mind,
Be careful of the morriser who's coming up behind.

Let's morris, let's morris.

We morris on the one leg, and we morris on the other,
There is lot's of morrissing that you will soon discover.
We slap each other's faces, but we're never really mad,
There's a rumour going round that we are very sad.

We touch each other's noses, and we pull each other's hair,
There are things we never pull, because we wouldn't dare,
I know that there are certain times I wish I'd stayed in bed,
Prancing 'round the cobbles with a garden on my head.

Let's morris, let's morris.

Here's to the morris man, History in the harmony,
Drink to the morris man, a little bit of Britain in the feet.
Here's to the morris man, history in the harmony,
Drink to the morris man, another team is coming down the street.

Lot's of classy movements in the morris can be found,
So Morris over to the bar, and buy another round,
It feels as if this morris has been going for a week,
Pass the money bucket here, I need to take a leak.

Davy's on the squeezebox, and Rebecca's on the drum,
Shaun is on the fiddle, so that's why he couldn't come,
Loma say's she's hoping that Big John and her will wed,
John just takes a tambourine, and breaks it on her head.

Let's morris, let's morris.

Here's to the morris man .........................

We morris down the high street, and we morris into shops,
We may be light of finger, but the morris never stops,
Taking this, and taking that, and anything you see,
Stick it in your pocket, but it's all for charity.

Back along the road with all the owners giving chase,
Our trousers are a-bulging, it's becoming quite a race,
The law is closing in on us, like pigs around a trough,
So get astride your hobby horse, and let's morris off!

© Gid Taylor