Momus - Italian lyrics
[Momus - Italian lyrics]
Wax rammish, white herrings
Awash with yellow derring do
His countenance as purple as the dawn
So I could pluck a crow
Wrapped up in brimming hampers
Betwixt the bark and beamish
In my little craft
I cast the dice and witness more towardsness
The secret place where man might hang a jewel
Your pinches, your pearls
Superfluous interlacings
Your flowery jaggings
Puffings-up and black within
Where shall you live but hell
Amidst the hags and devils
When purple piper knuckles down to trill
Where shall you live but hell
Amidst the hags and devils
When purple piper knuckles down to trill
Expenses, apprentices
The skull and all it's striplings
The maidenheads of rotten courtesans
A Frenchman, a wrenchman
A slaughterer displeasures him
His countenance as purple as the dawn
Italian, I'll wager
The son of John Indifferent
The young boys take their
Pleasure up and down
Where shall you live but hell
Amidst the hags and devils
When purple piper knuckles down to trill
Wax rammish, white herrings
Awash with yellow derring do
His countenance as purple as the dawn
So I could pluck a crow
Wrapped up in brimming hampers
Betwixt the bark and beamish
In my little craft
Where shall you live but hell
Amidst the hags and devils
When purple piper knuckles down to trill
Where shall you live but hell
Amidst the hags and devils
Italian, I'll wager, within
Awash with yellow derring do
His countenance as purple as the dawn
So I could pluck a crow
Wrapped up in brimming hampers
Betwixt the bark and beamish
In my little craft
I cast the dice and witness more towardsness
The secret place where man might hang a jewel
Your pinches, your pearls
Superfluous interlacings
Your flowery jaggings
Puffings-up and black within
Where shall you live but hell
Amidst the hags and devils
When purple piper knuckles down to trill
Where shall you live but hell
Amidst the hags and devils
When purple piper knuckles down to trill
Expenses, apprentices
The skull and all it's striplings
The maidenheads of rotten courtesans
A Frenchman, a wrenchman
A slaughterer displeasures him
His countenance as purple as the dawn
Italian, I'll wager
The son of John Indifferent
The young boys take their
Pleasure up and down
Where shall you live but hell
Amidst the hags and devils
When purple piper knuckles down to trill
Wax rammish, white herrings
Awash with yellow derring do
His countenance as purple as the dawn
So I could pluck a crow
Wrapped up in brimming hampers
Betwixt the bark and beamish
In my little craft
Where shall you live but hell
Amidst the hags and devils
When purple piper knuckles down to trill
Where shall you live but hell
Amidst the hags and devils
Italian, I'll wager, within