[00:00.56]Madeira M'Dear? (Live) - Flanders & Swann
[00:01.29]Written by：Donald Swann /Michael Flanders
[00:09.91]She was young she was pure
[00:11.57]She was new she was nice
[00:13.11]She was fair she was sweet seventeen
[00:15.87]He was old he was vile
[00:17.29]And no stranger to vice
[00:18.68]He was base he was bad he was mean
[00:21.29]He had slyly inviegled her up to his flat
[00:24.09]To view his collection of stamps
[00:26.62]And he said as he hastened to put out the cat
[00:29.41]The wine his cigar and the lamps
[00:33.19]Have some madeira m'dear
[00:36.17]You really have nothing to fear
[00:38.77]I'm not trying to tempt you that wouldn't be right
[00:41.40]You shouldn't drink spirits at this time of night
[00:44.10]Have some madeira m'dear
[00:46.52]It's so very much nicer than beer
[00:48.99]I don't care for sherry one cannot drink stout
[00:51.58]And port is a wine I can well do without
[00:54.44]It's simply a case of chacun á son gout
[00:57.96]Have some madeira m'dear
[01:05.39]Unaware of the wiles of the snake in the grass
[01:07.99]Of the fate of the maiden who topes
[01:10.42]She lowered her standards by raising her glass
[01:13.01]Her courage her eyes and his hopes
[01:16.31]She sipped it she drank it
[01:17.43]She drained it she did
[01:18.94]And he quietly refilled it again
[01:21.39]And he said as he secretly carved one more notch
[01:24.13]On the butt of his gold handled cane
[01:27.24]Have some madeira m'dear
[01:29.92]I've got a small cask of it here
[01:32.47]And once it's been opened you know it won't keep
[01:35.10]Do finish it up it will help you to sleep
[01:37.52]Have some madeira m'dear
[01:39.78]It's really an excellent year
[01:42.25]Now if it were gin you'd be wrong to say yes
[01:45.08]The evil gin does would be hard to assess
[01:48.45]Besides it's inclined to affect my prowess
[01:51.18]Have some madeira m'dear
[01:58.14]Then there flashed through her mind what her mother had said
[02:00.55]With her ante penultimate breath
[02:02.99]Oh my child should you look at the wine that is red
[02:05.83]Be prepared for a fate worse than death
[02:08.83]She let go her glass with a shrill little cry
[02:12.62]Crash tinkle it fell to the floor
[02:14.55]When he asked what in heaven she made no reply
[02:16.54]But put in a dash for the door
[02:18.81]Have some madeira m'dear
[02:20.73]Rang out down the hall loud and clear
[02:23.32]A tremulous cry that was filled with despair
[02:25.39]As she paused to take breath in the cool midnight air
[02:28.33]Have some madeira m'dear
[02:30.64]The words seemed to ring in her ear
[02:34.14]Until the next morning she woke up in bed
[02:37.73]With a smile on her lips and an ache in her head
[02:41.92]And a beard in her earhole that tickled and said
[02:44.92]Have some madeira m'dear