The Ballad of ole R

Alabee un alladay

on the dark of megan ru

Young red rose from the dead

With a serious to do


"Go Gallamy gut and wenke!"

Said the red ole boy said he

"Twas Old Vegot whose soul I sought

for taking the life from me!"

forth shouting did say he


and with a vorse he set

his course for the garble

lands of mott his eyes were feart

and darn near seart

the life from all who saw

and through the mott

they soon did rought

a loud and roarious baloo


the loud baloo though little knew

was garmy for Vegot

who heart near froze

when he read the moze

and saw his soul was sought


"Twas Red, twas red, twas red I saw!" said ole vegot said he

"I fear my head, will soon be shed, and deffo meet my knees!"

and vegot, just like he ought, was feared and gamblin ree

and from his tark upon the the mott

did flee vegot did he


and so red rode

his dead skin blode

so white and pondicherry

on the back of a gloat

who once was smote

by the Vegot that he once did carry


Twas on the node of fondus hour

That with a mighty catoor,

That did he fore the bedroom door

Of the man whose soul he harried

And laughed a gabe, a foul girave

Of that most grandavery


"Twas you, yon crat,

whose soul I saught

for taking this life from me!

Come now, yon  seal

Don' wither or bleal

Now et fate has come ye!

Now come now, Halt! Twas

Death  found fault in

The rest the grave did bore me


So how now, foul croul

Will ye not bow, to

The fight that

You do owe me?"

But old alladay for Red was met

By a room most round and fempty

For all around, there was no sound

The insides were most empty


"Lackaday foul wan and wompus!"

Said the red ole boy said he.

"You've gone and lost, that most foul crost"

whose soul is what is owed me!

Oh fate, oh woe, oh dizzlethoe, alaman and crompus

A searching I go, my blode in tow, to find that man most pompous."


And with a croe did ole Red go

A searchin' among the oithers

So high and low that red did go

That he urany met a mither

And old hag she, so slight and skee

Her misery was apparent



"Oh woe,oh woe, oh alladay!"

Said the mither, said she

"At some terest, the babe at my breast,

was stolen away from me!

Was stolen away from me!"


"Ho now mither, ho now strop,

a babe was taken?This crime must be stopped!

Is the babe fat?Is the babe fro?

How far do you think the villain must go?"


And so the mither gave him a sign

To go past the oithers and climb

High to the gallyumps off of the or

And there the villain ought stop for a snore


And so Red did go and red did climb

Hight to the gallyumps off of the or

And soon found the villain that he had sought

And lackaday dally it was Vegot!

Rotund a house old vegot was he

Bald as an egg and reeking of bree

He snored and argayed browed and bayed

And his arms lay the wan babe


"Twas you, yon crat

whose soul I saught

and surely shall soon have

your grave is dug and shall fit snug

on one so large as you!

So come now ye, whose monstery

Shall give what you accrue


Tis better than gold

That you will soon fold

In the dark earth most pomarey

It does my heart glad that

Yon blaggon bag

Shall soon be feeding et dodarey!"


And Vegot with a howl

Lost control of his bowels

And soon muraked his killer

And said that he was aboree

And that his soul was sillet silver


"Dear red, dear red, dear red, you see!" said Vegot said he

"Twas me who said, that you were dead, and it caused me a misery!"

and so vegot, unlike he ought, had lied a fair and foogal

and with a fore, red burst the poor

head of the fall and flugal

and without his head, the man fell dead

Soon he was no more


"Allabee and Alladay!" Said ole red said he

"Unfortanately, this world for me

no longer holds any splendor. So awaging I go, yon bloat in tow

to find better provender!"

And that is tale, a woe and awail

Of Red and Old Vegot

If you say nay and do away

With the lesson this varmy has taught

Them remember well this one small snell

And hope your head stays where it ought



The End

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