| Lyrics: | HOLLOW GROUND
from the Kipper Family of
England
Oh I bought my wife a bread knife, hollow ground, hollow ground.
A stainless
Sheffield bread knife, hollow ground, hollow ground.
But my missus didn't like it,
bellowed loud, bellowed loud.
She said she wouldn't take it, bellowed loud, bellowed
loud.
I felt sure she'd change her mind, mellow down, mellow down.
And would once
again prove kind, mellow down, mellow down.
But she called me a young fool, callow clown,
callow clown.
To buy such a stupid tool, callow clown, callow clown.
Oh the bread we
have's all sliced, narrow rounds, narrow rounds.
So should I be in a trice in narrow rounds,
narrow rounds.
Well her first blow that did pink me, shallow wound,
shallow
wound
But her second blow did sink me, shallow wound, shallow
wound.
And now my wife has killed me, gallows bound, gallows bound.
With my own
good steel she filled me, gallows bound, gallows
bound.
And soon I shall be
buried, fallow ground, fallow ground.
To my grave I shall be ferried, fallow ground, fallow
ground.
Oh I bought my wife a bread knife, hollow ground, hollow ground.
A stainless
Sheffield bread knife, hollow ground, hollow ground.
@parody
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