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No. 15 - Song - Cadeaux and Whistling Chorus -
"What the Dicky Birds say."
| Cadeaux: | I'm not a free agent, like any of you, There's them as looks arter my fate. I arsk their advice when I've summat to do, Their care and attention is great; Whenever I wishes to steal from the night A few hours for use in the day, Before that I knows I'm doin' what's right I see what the dicky birds say. Chirp, chirp, chirp, chirp, in the shrillest tone, Chirp, chirp, chirp, chirp, in a tongue of their own; What their warbles and twitters convey, Taking study and thought for a mind can be brought To define what the dicky birds, the dicky birds say: Chirp, chirp, chirp! |
| When brought afore his beakship, my evidence to give, I'm allus in a dreadful state, For fear I'll have to go to a settlement to live, A penal one is sure to be my fate; Now juries ain't very well up to their job, They for fear of confinement all day The verdict agree on by spinning a bob, At least, so the dicky birds say. Chirp, chirp, chirp, chirp, in the shrillest tone, Chirp, chirp, chirp, chirp, in a tongue of their own; What their warbles and twitters convey, Taking study and thought for a mind can be brought To define what the dicky birds, the dicky birds say: Chirp, chirp, chirp! |
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