Sleepy Ottenby
If you go down to the beach today
You’re sure of a big surprise
If you go down to the beach today
You’d better go in disguise !
For every Wulf that ever there was
Will gather there to day because
Today’s the day the Bloody Geats have their feasting.
Every Wul-finga who’s been good
Is sure of a treat tonight
There’s lots of marvellous things to eat
And wonderful games to play.
Beneath the trees where nobody sees
They’ll hide and seek as long as they please
As the moon shines bright above the trees
Because that’s the way the Wul-finga have their feasting.
Feasting time for Bloody Geats !
The little E-o-wan are having a lovely time today
Watch them, catch them unawares
See them panic, all with crazy stares.
Now see the Nicor gad about
They love to smash and clout – they never have any cares
Now we catch him, smash him, down he goes
Osgar loves to hack and slay
Because today’s the day
The Bloody Geats have their feasting.
See the flames, all rising high
As Ottenby burns – smoke up in the sky
Yes, it was me – I cannot lie
For today’s the day the Bloody Geats had their feasting.
Littleman for Aye !