Of All The Birds Lyrics
Maddy Prior Of All The Birds
Of all the birds that ever I see,
the owl is the fairest in her degree.
For all the day long she sits in a tree,
and when the night comes, away flies she.
Te whit, te whow, to whom drinks thou?
Sir Knave, to thee.
This song is well sung, I make you a vow,
and he is a knave that drinketh now.
Nose, nose, nose, nose,
and who gave thee that jolly red nose? /
and who gave me my jolly red nose?
Cinnamon and ginger, nutmegs and cloves,
and that gave me my jolly red nose.
the owl is the fairest in her degree.
For all the day long she sits in a tree,
and when the night comes, away flies she.
Te whit, te whow, to whom drinks thou?
Sir Knave, to thee.
This song is well sung, I make you a vow,
and he is a knave that drinketh now.
Nose, nose, nose, nose,
and who gave thee that jolly red nose? /
and who gave me my jolly red nose?
Cinnamon and ginger, nutmegs and cloves,
and that gave me my jolly red nose.




