Madeira, M'Dear?-Michael Flanders/Donald Swann

From 'At The Drop of A Hat', Fortune Theatre, 1957

歌手 : Michael Flanders / Donald Swann

专辑 : Mud, Glorious Mud! The Best of Flanders & Swann

语种 : 英语

时长 : 05:42

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Madeira, M'Dear? (From 'At The Drop of A Hat', Fortune Theatre, 1957) - Michael Flanders/Donald Swann

She was young she was pure

She was new she was nice

She was fair she was sweet seventeen

He was old he was vile

And no stranger to vice

He was base he was bad he was mean

He had slyly inviegled her up to his flat

To view his collection of stamps

And he said as he hastened to put out the cat

The wine his cigar and the lamps

Have some madeira m'dear

You really have nothing to fear

I'm not trying to tempt you that wouldn't be right

You shouldn't drink spirits at this time of night

Have some madeira m'dear

It's so very much nicer than beer

I don't care for sherry one cannot drink stout

And port is a wine I can well do without

It's simply a case of chacun son gout

Have some madeira m'dear

Unaware of the wiles of the snake in the grass

Of the fate of the maiden who topes

She lowered her standards by raising her glass

Her courage her eyes and his hopes

She sipped it she drank it

She drained it she did

And he quietly refilled it again

And he said as he secretly carved one more notch

On the butt of his gold-handled cane

Have some madeira m'dear

I've got a small cask of it here

And once it's been opened you know it won't keep

Do finish it up it will help you to sleep

Have some madeira m'dear

It's really an excellent year

Now if it were gin you'd be wrong to say yes

The evil gin does would be hard to assess

Besides it's inclined to affect my prowess

So have some madeira m'dear

Then there flashed through her mind

What her mother had said

With her ante penultimate breath

Oh my child should you look at the wine that is red

Be prepared for a fate worse than death

She let go her glass with a shrill little cry

Crash Tinkle it fell to the floor

When he asked What in heaven she made no reply

But put in a dash for the door

Have some madeira m'dear

Rang out down the hall loud and clear

A tremulous cry that was filled with despair

As she paused to take breath in the cool midnight air

Have some madeira m'dear

The words seemed to ring in her ear

Until the next morning she woke up in bed

With a smile on her lips and an ache in her head

And a beard in her earhole that tickled and said

Have some madeira m'dear