JOLLY RED NOSE

JOLLY RED NOSE

by

Matt McGinn

Nose, nose, jolly red nose

I’ll tell you what gave me my jolly red nose

Cheap wine and cider and cinnamon and cloves

That’s what gave me my jolly red nose

My name it is Henry, my number is 8

I like lots of chicken and pig on my plate

With nutmeg and ginger and cinnamon so fine

I wash them all down with a bottle of wine

Nose, nose, jolly red nose

I’ll tell you what gave me my jolly red nose

Cheap wine and cider and cinnamon and cloves

That’s what gave me my jolly red nose

I like lovely women, I like them so well

But how I behave with them, they’ll never tell

I marry them, carry them straight up to bed

And then in the morning I chop off their head

Nose, nose, jolly red nose

I’ll tell you what gave me my jolly red nose

Cheap wine and cider and cinnamon and cloves

That’s what gave me my jolly red nose

On the head of your penny, now there you will see

The title the father in Rome gave to me

But says I, ‘If it’s my palm you’re trying to grease

I’ll take all the gold in your monasteries’

Nose, nose, jolly red nose

I’ll tell you what gave me my jolly red nose

Cheap wine and cider and cinnamon and cloves

That’s what gave me my jolly red nose

The people of England, they all worship me

As I sit on my throne and I rule by decree

They like my big palace, admire my fine clothes

But the thing they like best is my jolly red nose

Nose, nose, jolly red nose

I’ll tell you what gave me my jolly red nose

Cheap wine and cider and cinnamon and cloves

That’s what gave me my jolly red nose

Nose, nose, jolly red nose

I’ll tell you what gave me my jolly red nose

Cheap wine and cider and cinnamon and cloves

That’s what gave me my jolly red nose