A nonnie moose
Oh say, gentle maiden, may I be your lover,
Condemn me no longer to mourn and to weep,
Struck down like a hart, I lie wounded and fainting,
So let down your drawbridge, I'll enter your keep.
Enter your keep, nonnie nonnie,
Enter your keep, nonnie nonnie,
Let down your drawbridge, I'll enter your keep.
Alas, gentle errant, I am not a maiden,
I'm married to Sir Oswald the cunning old Celt,
He's gone to the wars for a twelve-month or longer,
And taken the key to my chastity belt.
Chastity belt, nonnie nonnie,
Chastity belt, nonnie nonnie,
And taken the key to my chastity belt.
Fear not gentle maiden for I know a locksmith,
To his forge we will go, on his door we will knock,
And try to avail us of his specialized knowledge,
And see if he's able to unpick the lock.
Unpick the lock, nonnie nonnie,
Unpick the lock, nonnie nonnie,
And see if he's able to unpick the lock.
Alas, sir and madam, to help I'm unable,
My technical knowledge is of no avail,
I can't find the secret to your combination,
The cunning old bastard has fitted a Yale.
Fitted a Yale, nonnie nonnie,
Fitted a Yale, nonnie nonnie,
The cunning old bastard has fitted a Yale.
I'm back from the wars with sad news of disaster,
A terrible mishap I have to confide,
As my ship was passing the Straits of Gibralter,
I carelessly dropped the key over the side.
Over the side, nonnie nonnie,
Over the side, nonnie nonnie,
I carelessly dropped the key over the side.
Alas and alack I am locked up forever,
When up steps a page-boy, says "Leave it to me",
If you will allow me to enter your chamber,
I'll open it up with my duplicate key.
My duplicate key, nonnie nonnie,
My duplicate key, nonnie nonnie,
I'll open it up with my duplicate key.
Performer(s) Thorvald Grimsson
