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Pray tell me, fair maiden, may I be your lover?
Condemn me no longer to mourn and to weep
Struck down like a hart I lie wounded and panting
So let down your drawbridge and I'll enter your keep
Enter your keep, nonny nonny
Enter your keep
Let down your drawbridge
And I'll enter your keep.
Alas, gentle errant, I am not a maiden
But married to Sir Oswald, the cunning old Celt
He's off to the wars for a twelve month or more, sir.
And taken the key to my chastity belt.
Chastity belt, tra la la la
Chastity belt
Taken the key to my chastity belt
Fear not, gentle lady, for I know a locksmith
Her majesty's locksmith by royal decree
Chastity belts are his chosen vocation
And he will oblige for a moderate fee
Moderate fee,
Moderate fee
I'm sure he'll oblige for a moderate fee
Alas, gentle lassie, my skill canna' help you
My technical knowledge is of no avail;
I can't find the secret to your combination.
Your husband, dear lassie, has fitted a Yale.
Fitted a Yale
Fitted a Yale
Your husband, dear lassie, has fitted a Yale.
I'm back from the wars with sad news of disaster
A terrible thing that has happened to me
As our ship was passing the Straights of Gibraltar
I carelessly dropped the key into the sea.
Carelessly dropped, fiddle diddle
Carelessly dropped, fiddle diddle
Carelessly dropped the key into the sea
Alas, woe is me, I am locked here forever
Whatever is going to become of me?
Fear not, ma cherie, and have confiance in me
And I will oblige with my duplicate key.
Duplicate key, tra la la la
Duplicate key
I will oblige with my duplicate key
Cunning old sodde, tra la la la
Cunning old sodde
There's no doubt that that man
Is a cunning old, cunning old, cunning old sodde.
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