The Fishmonger's Daughter

Oh fishmonger, oh fishmonger Come quell your daughter's hunger To pull on my horn As it rises in the morn For 'tis naught, but bad luck To fuck with a puck Lest your grandkid be born A hairy young faun Bleating and braying all day, hey ho The fishmonger's daughter, ba ba The fishmonger's daughter, ba ba The fishmonger's daughter, ba ba The fishmonger's daughter, ba ba ba The fishmonger's daughter, ba ba The fishmonger's daughter, ba ba The fishmonger's daughter, ba ba The fishmonger's daughter, ba ba ba Ta-da-da-da-ta, ta-da-da-da-da Ta-da-da-da-ta, ta-da-da Ta-da-da-da-ta, ta-da-da-da-da Ta-da-da-da-ta, ta-ta-ta Ta-da-da-da-ta, ta-da-da-da-da Ta-da-da-da-ta, ta-da-da Ta-da-da-da-ta, ta-da-da-da-da Ta-da-da-da-ta, ta-da-da La-da-da-da-ta, ta-da-da-da-da Ta-da-da-da-ta, ta-da-da Ta-da-da-da-ta, ta-da-da-da-da Ta-da-da-da-ta, ta-da-da