
Date of issue: 17.02.1983
Song language: English
When Federic Was a Little Lad |
When Frederic was a little lad |
he proved so brave and daring |
His father thought he’d prentice him |
to some career seafaring |
I was, alas, his nurserymaid, |
and so it fell to my lot |
To take and bind the promising boy |
apprentice to a pi-lot |
A life not bad for a hearty lad |
though surely not a high lot |
Though I’m a nurse, you might do worse, |
than make your boy a pi-lot. |
I was a stupid nurserymaid, |
on breakers always steering |
And I did not catch the word a’right, |
through being hard of hearing |
Mistaking my instructions which |
within my brain did gyrate |
I took and bound this promising boy |
apprentice to a pi-rate |
A sad mistake it was to make, |
and doom him to a vile lot |
I bound him to a pirate, YOU, |
instead of to a pi-lot. |
I soon found out beyond all doubt |
the scope of this disaster |
But I hadn’t the face to return to my place |
and break it to my master |
A nursing maid is not afraid |
of what you people call work |
So I made up my mind to go as a kind |
of piratical maid of all work |
And that is how you find me now |
a member of this shy lot |
Which you wouldn’t have found |
had he been bound |
apprentice to a pi-lot. |