Sir Galahad (Kern)



[Verse]
 * (Bub.) The days of chivalry are dead
 * of which in stories we have read,
 * When knights were bold and acted kind o' scrappy:
 * (Mac G.) When guys would take a lot of pains,
 * And fight all day to please the Janes;
 * And if their dame was tickled, they was happy


 * (Flora.) But now the men are mild and meek, and
 * seem to have a yellow streak;
 * They never lay for other gents, to flatten 'em,
 * They think they've done a darned fine thing,
 * if they just buy the girl a ring
 * of imitation diamonds and platinum.

[Burthen]
 * (All.) It makes me sort of sad
 * to read about Sir Galahad,
 * Sir Launelot, And all of them today:
 * To amuse a girl and charm her,
 * They would get into their armor,
 * And they'd jump into the fray.


 * They called her lady love,
 * They used to wear her little glove,
 * And ev'rything the girl said went:
 * For them was the days when a
 * (Bub.) lady was a lady
 * and a gent was a perfect gent.

[Verse]
 * (Bub.) Some night when they sat down to dine,
 * Sir Claude would say: That girl of mine
 * Makes ev'ry woman jealous when she sees her:
 * (Mac G.) Then someone else would yell "Behave!
 * Thou malapert and scurvy knave!
 * Or I will smite thee one upon the beezer.


 * (Flora.) And then next morning, if you please,
 * they'd dress in iron B. V. D's,
 * And mount a pair of chargers highly mettled
 * And when Sir Claude so fair and young,
 * got punctured in the leg or lung,
 * They looked upon the argument as settled.

[Burthen]
 * (All.) It makes me sort of sad
 * to read about Sir Galahad,
 * Sir Launelot, And all of them today:
 * To amuse a girl and charm her,
 * They would get into their armor,
 * And they'd jump into the fray.


 * They called her lady love,
 * They used to wear her little glove,
 * And ev'rything the girl said went:
 * For them was the days when a
 * (Bub.) lady was a lady
 * and a gent was a perfect gent.