Woad
Tune: Men of Harlech
What's the use of wearing braces,
Hats, or spats, or shoes with laces,
Vests and pants you buy in places
Down on Brompton Road?
Socks that always get forgotten?
These affairs are simply rotten
Better far is woad.
Woad's the stuff to show men
Woad to scare your foemen
Oil it to a brilliant blue
And rub it on your legs and your ab-do-men
Ancient Britons never hit on
Anything as good as woad to fit on
Neck or knees or where you sit on
Tailors, you'll be blowed.
Romans came across the channel
All dressed up in tin and flannel
Half a pint of woad per man'll
Clothe us more than these.
Saxons you may save your stitches
Building beds for bugs in britches
We have woad to clothe us which is
Not a nest for fleas.
Romans keep your armors
Saxons your pajamas
Hairy coats were made for goats,
Gorillas, yaks, retriever dogs, and llamas
March on Snowdon with your woad on
Never mind if you get rained or snowed on
Never need a button sewed on
Good for us today.