Book
Peter Davies
Come with me, come with me
Come and take a look
The man with the darkened face
He wants to write a book
It's a sad, sad tale about a boy and a whale
And the adventures they do take
They sail away across the bay and that's their first mistake
Come with me, come with me
The rest of the tale I'll tell
It seems that both of them, they went through merry hell
They saw lions and tigers, bishops as liars and all the fears of hell
They lived through this then went amiss but left a tale to tell
Come with me, come with me
His grave I will thee show
Let this be a lesson, a roaming do not go
Come with me, come with me
Come and take a look
The man with the darkened face, he never wrote his book