When Alfred's friends their King forsook
His pride did he forsake!
'Twas in the year eight-seven-eight,
That Alfred who is called "The Great"
Forgot his pride, and undertook
To cook, to cook the oatmeal cake!
To cook the oatmeal cake!
A thing, it cannot be denied,
A King should not have ever tried,
A King should not have ever tried!
I profit by my History Book,
And oatmeal cakes I never cook,
Because I know that it would look
Undignified to bake!
Because I know that it would look
Undignified to bake!
Dame History I now invoke
Of Second Charles to tell!
King Charles, in sixteen-fifty-one,
His Parliamentary foes to shun,
Climbed up a gnarled and knobbly oak
In shady Boscobel,
In shady Boscobel!
A thing, it cannot be denied,
A King should feel undignified,
A King should feel undignified!
So I have never climbed an oak
(A task beyond some Royal folk),
And also, if the branches broke,
Undignified as well!
And also, if the branches broke,
Undignified as well!
Undignified, undignified as well!