Nightingale

If you go to sleep dear You’ll see ghosts in your bed Ghosts in your bed If you go to sleep here You’ll see sirens and vamps Sirens and vamps Sirens and vamps By the seaside and sometimes on Saturdays Tawny finned fish will be bent by my hook Plead a pardon my nail hit their slimy jaws When I drew them I thought you’re caught My Nightingale we beat them To their beds My Nightingale we beat them To their beds What girl What girl What girl What girl Former fortunes I ask that you remember me As the greatest prince of the world By the seaside and sometimes on Saturdays Tawny finned fish will be bent by my hook My Nightingale we beat them To their beds My Nightingale we beat them To their beds What girl What girl What girl What girl