To speak beneath the somber air
Oh, where the cattle meet!
To find a belle to stay awhile
And linger as we eat
To kill a mate, two may suffice;
And let us acquiesce
To making war with all of them
Before you take your rest.
Let me make your journey shorter! Try to think below the border...
Mairzy doats and dozy doats and liddle lamzy divey...