One picerous night from the rising sun
In sport and dance and crawse
John Sturtridge primed and drunk with ale
Set out to reach his house
John's house was hired by holy church
In famed Luxuryan town
But now betwixed his house and him
Lay dear Tregarden down
So valiant John he trudged along
His solitary road
Port and starboard tacked and turned
To fetch his loved abode
But when he reached a mighty stone
A boulder old and grey
He saw a sight which froze his blood
And drove his wits away
It was the Piscies of the moor
The tiny rogueish race
Who nightly ride the farmer's steeds
And sheep and oxen chase
With cries of glee they followed John
Along the beaten track
John hurried along at headlong speed
Not daring to look back
An hour or more he kept his pace
In sore amaze the while
To find in all that moorland stretch
No trace of gate or style
And great was John's surprise and fear
When stopping his advance
The Piscie circle hemmed him round
With merry song and dance
"Ho, ho and away" the leader cried
The train quick answere gave
"Ho, ho and away to the beach at Par
Beside the rolling wave"
Poor flustered John unwittingly
Took up the mystic stave
"Ho, ho and away to the beach at Par
Beside the rolling wave"
They whisked him through the air to Par
And there again beguiled
Poor John with song and Pixie dance
And revel weird and wild
"Ho, ho and away" again he cried
The train quick answere gave
"Ho, ho and away to Helgan House
The home of Squire Tremayne"
"You rascal you" said Squire Tremayne
"You beast without a tale
You guzzeling drunken thief
I'll have you locked safe up in jail"
John pleaded hard for liberty
But all without avail
Was taken, tried, condemned to die
And locked safe up in jail
But when they took him out to hang
Beneath the gallows tree
A little lady there did stand
With Piscie voice sang she:
"Ho, ho and away, and away to France
Away to France" sang she
"Ho, ho and away, and away to France
To join the Piscies free
Ho, ho and away, and away to France
Away to France" sang she
And through the air away they went
To join the Piscies ... FREE
In sport and dance and crawse
John Sturtridge primed and drunk with ale
Set out to reach his house
John's house was hired by holy church
In famed Luxuryan town
But now betwixed his house and him
Lay dear Tregarden down
So valiant John he trudged along
His solitary road
Port and starboard tacked and turned
To fetch his loved abode
But when he reached a mighty stone
A boulder old and grey
He saw a sight which froze his blood
And drove his wits away
It was the Piscies of the moor
The tiny rogueish race
Who nightly ride the farmer's steeds
And sheep and oxen chase
With cries of glee they followed John
Along the beaten track
John hurried along at headlong speed
Not daring to look back
An hour or more he kept his pace
In sore amaze the while
To find in all that moorland stretch
No trace of gate or style
And great was John's surprise and fear
When stopping his advance
The Piscie circle hemmed him round
With merry song and dance
"Ho, ho and away" the leader cried
The train quick answere gave
"Ho, ho and away to the beach at Par
Beside the rolling wave"
Poor flustered John unwittingly
Took up the mystic stave
"Ho, ho and away to the beach at Par
Beside the rolling wave"
They whisked him through the air to Par
And there again beguiled
Poor John with song and Pixie dance
And revel weird and wild
"Ho, ho and away" again he cried
The train quick answere gave
"Ho, ho and away to Helgan House
The home of Squire Tremayne"
"You rascal you" said Squire Tremayne
"You beast without a tale
You guzzeling drunken thief
I'll have you locked safe up in jail"
John pleaded hard for liberty
But all without avail
Was taken, tried, condemned to die
And locked safe up in jail
But when they took him out to hang
Beneath the gallows tree
A little lady there did stand
With Piscie voice sang she:
"Ho, ho and away, and away to France
Away to France" sang she
"Ho, ho and away, and away to France
To join the Piscies free
Ho, ho and away, and away to France
Away to France" sang she
And through the air away they went
To join the Piscies ... FREE