Verse 1
They're out of sorts in Sunderland
And terribly cross in Kent
They're dull in Hull
And the Isle of Mull
Is seething with discontent
They're nervous in Northumberland
And Devon is down the drain
They're filled with wrath
On the firth of Forth
And sullen on Salisbury Plain
In Dublin they're depressed, lads
Maybe because they're Celts
For Drake is going West, lads
And so is everyone else
Hurray-hurray-hurray!
Misery's here to stay
Refrain 1
There are bad times just around the corner
There are dark clouds hurtling through the sky
And it's no good whining
About a silver lining
For we know from experience that they won't roll by
With a scowl and a frown
We'll keep our peckers down
And prepare for depression and doom and dread
We're going to unpack our troubles from our old kit bag
And wait until we drop down dead
They're out of sorts in Sunderland
And terribly cross in Kent
They're dull in Hull
And the Isle of Mull
Is seething with discontent
They're nervous in Northumberland
And Devon is down the drain
They're filled with wrath
On the firth of Forth
And sullen on Salisbury Plain
In Dublin they're depressed, lads
Maybe because they're Celts
For Drake is going West, lads
And so is everyone else
Hurray-hurray-hurray!
Misery's here to stay
Refrain 1
There are bad times just around the corner
There are dark clouds hurtling through the sky
And it's no good whining
About a silver lining
For we know from experience that they won't roll by
With a scowl and a frown
We'll keep our peckers down
And prepare for depression and doom and dread
We're going to unpack our troubles from our old kit bag
And wait until we drop down dead
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