The horse-bells herald in this folksinger,
once a year I return but I do not tend to linger,
the children gather round they call me 'The Great Bringer',
gather round...
The Great Castration starts today,
I found my clippers underneath a broodmare,
she bucked me off teaching me to find a pair,
it bit hard freeing me of all my cares,
gather round...
The Great Castration starts today,
That look on your face says your spine was just a rumor,
I volunteer you to be the folks future,
I give you everything -- as well as two statues --
hither round...
first joining
There be two for this years folksinger class,
I need one more to take the shape of Mama Cass,
Forget your history just whine about your loneliness,
hither round...
second joining
The Great Castration starts today
Gather round round gather round gather round round
Come hither
third joining
That taste in your mouth is what you feed the folk sheep,
from me to you I have taught as a bird eats,
water water down they'll gather and sing-a-bleat,
gather round...
once a year I return but I do not tend to linger,
the children gather round they call me 'The Great Bringer',
gather round...
The Great Castration starts today,
I found my clippers underneath a broodmare,
she bucked me off teaching me to find a pair,
it bit hard freeing me of all my cares,
gather round...
The Great Castration starts today,
That look on your face says your spine was just a rumor,
I volunteer you to be the folks future,
I give you everything -- as well as two statues --
hither round...
first joining
There be two for this years folksinger class,
I need one more to take the shape of Mama Cass,
Forget your history just whine about your loneliness,
hither round...
second joining
The Great Castration starts today
Gather round round gather round gather round round
Come hither
third joining
That taste in your mouth is what you feed the folk sheep,
from me to you I have taught as a bird eats,
water water down they'll gather and sing-a-bleat,
gather round...