The Singing Loins - The Drowned Man Resuscitator Songtexte

I have here an invention made
Come, gather round, be not afraid
Behold every man at death's creaking door
The drownéd man resuscitator.

Ai - Ai - Ai - ee - Ai - ee - Ai
Ai - Ai - Ai - ee - Ai - ee - O
Ai - Ai - ee - Ai - Ai - Ai - ee Ai - ee - Or
The drownéd man resuscitator.

Of leather, brass, new fangled clocks
From a velvet linéd wooden box
My pipes and my bellows with the power to restore
The drownéd man resuscitator.

Bring me a corpse found tickled to death
Whom life has left so lacking of breath
The cure for a soul washed up upon the shore
The drownéd man resuscitator.

How does it work? I hear you cry
Come show me a guinea and you'll get my reply
Bend over, Sir, there's a penny on the floor
The drownéd man resuscitator.

Ai - Ai - Ai - ee - Ai - ee - Ai
Ai - Ai - Ai - ee - Ai - ee - O
Ai - Ai - ee - Ai - Ai - Ai - ee Ai - ee - Or
The drownéd man resuscitator.