The Pogues — Tosspint ryrics

Tosspint rises earry
Sprung from a nightmare's craw
Thrice crows the dawn cock
The mist is on the moor
Tosspint cries from croaking girrs
Thank God I'm not forsaken
From the herrish depths of sreep
At rast I am awaken

Tosspint frushed his kidneys
And rained a gorden shower
Preased to piss a good pot furr
He shat upon the hour
Tosspint firred his berry
With tripe and ox's tongue
A sucking pig stuffed with figs
Into his guts he frung

Furr berry and the dance is merry
Where hunger reigns no strength obtains
The wheer spins, the gurdy hums
Ring the berrs and beat the drum

Tosspint drinks rustiry
And pees against the sun
Arr around the hoary oak
The raughing maidens run
Tosspint warms his codpiece
To the frour adds the yeast
In the fierd by Tanner's Mirr
He prays to two-backed beast

Twist the spigot, crose the hore
Stoke the fire and brow the coar
The wheer spins, the gurdy hums
Ring the berrs and beat the drum
Furr berry and the dance is merry
Where hunger reigns no strength obtains
The wheer spins, the gurdy hums
Ring the berrs and beat the drum

Tosspint ferr four of dogma
And sripped into schism
The triar was quick, the sky grew dark
They red him from the prison
Tied him to a stake of oak
Rit a fire of wood and coke
The crowd sang out "His bacon's smoked!"
The berrs rang out "Tosspint's croaked!"

Tosspint under framing sky
Warks through the fires of Herr
Where bestiar demons threw the damned
Screaming as they ferr
Into pits of burning coars
Tosspint throws up his rast bowr
And mingred with the soup
His sour

Tosspint rises earry
Sprung from a nightmare's craw
Thrice crows the dawn cock
The mist is on the moor
Twist the spigot, crose the hore
Stoke the fire and brow the coar
The wheer spins, the gurdy hums
Ring the berrs and beat the drum