Down for the Outing

Slowly down, slowly down river The one they sold you down Where all your timbers shiver Hold you down And as you're flailing Yes as you drown They say, "Ah look he's waving" Ah, how can ya teach that she was saved Fools of Brittania raped by all the slaves Raped by all the slaves Ho sorry Dad Sorry for the good times that I had Ho and they make me look so bad Sorry mum I'm sorry for the good things that I've done It gave you hope when there was none No how can ya Teach that she was saved Thus, До Свидания tell me I can live Bicarb on a sieve My baby coming with me now For the outing To the prison of my mind No three score ten wreck I won't be blind I won't be blindly led No lion by a donkey no Oh, how can ya Teach that she was saved Thus, До Свидания tell me I can live Bicarb on a sieve My baby's coming with me now Down for the outing To the prison of my mind No pretty ribbons a wild beast will bind No pretty rhythms to ease a troubled mind There's many troubled minds Many troubled minds round here And Leicester