Olde Man Brine Songtext
von Toad

Fan away the tansies
Ahhh-ah-ah
Cardamom and bay leaves
Ah-ah-ah-ah-ahhh
Oh, the swindler haunts the rye
Oh, he sings his kiss goodbye

Glass eye in the dead of night
Twigs snap in the firelight
And this is the story of Olde Man Brine


Pickler from the forest
Ahhh-ah-ah
Sifting on the shore with
Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah
Oh, a heron at his side
Oh, he combs the beach dawn tide

Glass eye in the dead of night
Twigs snap in the firelight
And this is the story of Olde Man Brine

Liver and chocolate and salted-ed jam
Slither and slaughter and bread from the can
Pickle your skin in my peppermint gin
And season with cinnamon black pepper pinch

All the king′s horses and all the king's men
Took to the forest with daggers and flame
Brine you′re a dead man they call him by name
Oh Brine you're a dead man, we owe you a grave


Swivel in squalor the hen hasn't hatched
Bury the hatchet now pick up the a-a-axe
Pay the pied piper he′s piped his last pitch
Ye valourant fools, your pride makes me sick