by Chris N
Sung to the tune of “The Wild Rover”:
I've been a hard drinker for many a year, I've had my fair share of good wine and good beer, But drinking with centaurs my head it did turn, And then a bit later, Oh my! did I learn,
Now it's no, no, never, No no never, no more, Will I play with the centaurs, No never, no more. I met a young maiden so pretty and free, And I asked her to play in the woodlands with me, Turned out she's a centaur, trans-gendered besides, And you don't want to know how that bugger could ride
And it's no, no, never, No, no, never, no more, Will I play with the centaurs, No never, no more. I paid an old pony my fortune to tell, He mumbled and muttered and said I'd do well, But his hands they were quick and his eyes they were keen, And he lifted me wallet and pinched me poteen,
And it's no, no never, No, no never, no more, Will I play with the centaurs, No never, no more. My head is now aching, my legs are all stiff, And I've no damn idea when I fell down that cliff, I do like a party but next time they're near, I'll shout 'Backs to the wall', and I'll hide all the beer,
Now it's no, no, never, No no never, no more, Will I play with the centaurs, No never, no more.