Dressed as a gay Cavalier
Those were the days that were alright
In the days of the gay Cavalier
In the good old days of the gay Cavalier
He used to lift up a flagon of beer
'Crack' Good Health to a lady fair
Then her husband would start to swear
Then they slight in the pale moonlight
They'd meet on the Green and with swords would fight
He'd jab him in the neck and say 'Serves him right'
A jolly old dog was the gay Cavalier.
Chorus: Sing hey, sing ho
Why they did it, well I really don't know
Sing hey, sing ho
Oh you must be a 'ho' to be a gay Cavalier.
They used to let their hair grow long
In the days of the gay Cavalier
And then they'd burst forth into song
In the days of the gay Cavalier
And the Cavalier's wife she knew how to behave
If she didn't he would start to rave
He would treat her like a slave
She'd call him a scurvy Knave
Then he'd say, 'Wench, brush my coat.'
And if she dared to sulk or gloat
He used to grab her by the throat
Then he'd chuck her in the castle moat.
Chorus: Sing hey, sing ho
Why they did it, well I really don't know
Sing hey, sing ho
Oh you must be a 'ho' to be a gay Cavalier.
They were devils with the wenches on the village Green
In the days of the gay Cavalier
They danced the Maypole and Lipton's as well
In the days of the gay Cavalier
And the pubs didn't close at eleven at night
They were always merry and bright
Stop out late and then roll home tight
There weren't any coppers so they were alright
And oh, ye gods, how they could drink
The language it was great I think
Foresooth gadzooks and strike me pink'
He couldn't Lord Mayor 'cos the gay Cavalier.
Chorus: Sing hey, sing ho
Why they did it, well I really don't know
Sing hey, sing ho
One of the nuts was the gay Cavalier.
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