Gone Unsung

If knee-deep in catnip

At the old icebox

I recommend you whistle

And give the box three knocks

Should you be so lucky

To hear whisperin'

It is an invitation

For you to join in

Let us go leaping

In 3-measure time

Dressed up as asses

And drunk to the nines

Swing from the branches, shouting those songs

Gone unsung for far too long

If surrounded by toadstools

In the old green glen

I'm afraid there is little

That I can recommend

Save all of your courage

And the sincere prayer

And where you go a-treadin'

Take the utmost care

Let us go leaping

In 3-measure time

Dressed up as asses

And drunk to the nines

Swing from the rafters, shouting those songs

Gone unsung for far too long

Let us go leaping

In 3-measure time

Dressed up as asses

And drunk to the nines

Swing from the branches, shouting those songs

Gone unsung for far too long

Sound of rushing water yon...

Nine Men's Morris in the sand

But the player's gone

Drink to the dead

All you still alive

We shall join them in good time

Should you go crossing that silvery brook

It's best to leap before you look