
Date of issue: 17.02.1983
Song language: English
When You Had Left Our Pirate Fold |
When you had left our pirate fold, |
We tried to raise our spirits faint, |
According to our custom old, |
With quip and quibble quaint. |
But all in vain the quips we heard, |
We lay and sobbed upon the rocks, |
Until to somebody occurred |
A startling paradox. |
A paradox? |
A paradox, |
A most ingenious paradox! |
We’ve quips and quibbles heard in flocks, |
But none to beat this paradox! |
A paradox, a paradox, |
A most ingenious paradox. |
Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, |
This paradox. |
We knew your taste for curious quips, |
For cranks and contradictions queer; |
And with the laughter on our lips, |
We wished you there to hear. |
We said, «If we could tell it him, |
How Frederic would the joke enjoy!» |
And so we’ve risked both life and limb |
To tell it to our boy. |
A paradox? |
A paradox, |
That most ingenious paradox! |
We’ve quips and quibbles heard in flocks, |
But none to beat that paradox! |
A paradox, a paradox, |
A most ingenious paradox. |
Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, |
That paradox. |
For some ridiculous reason, to which, however, I’ve no desire to be disloyal, |
Some person in authority, I don’t know who, very likely the Astronomer Royal, |
Has decided that, although for such a beastly month as February, |
twenty-eight days as a rule are plenty, |
One year in every four his days shall be reckoned as nine and twenty. |
Through some singular coincidence — I shouldn’t be surprised if it were owing |
to the |
agency of an ill-natured fairy — |
You are the victim of this clumsy arrangement, having been born in leap-year, |
on the twenty-ninth of February; |
And so, by a simple arithmetical process, you’ll easily discover, |
That though you’ve lived twenty-one years, yet, if we go by birthdays, |
you’re only five and a little bit over! |
Ha! |
ha! |
ha! |
ha! |
ha! |
ha! |
Ho! |
ho! |
ho! |
ho! |
Dear me! |
Let’s see! |
Yes, yes; |
with yours my figures do agree |
Ha! |
ha! |
ha! |
ha! |
ha! |
ha! |
ha! |
ha! |
How quaint the ways of Paradox! |
At common sense she gaily mocks! |
Though counting in the usual way, |
Years twenty-one I’ve been alive. |
Yet, reckoning by my natal day, |
Yet, reckoning by my natal day, |
I am a little boy of five! |
He is a little boy of five! |
Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, |
A paradox, a paradox, |
A most ingenious paradox. |
Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, |
A paradox. |
Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, |
A curious paradox, |
Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, |
A most ingenious paradox. |