Gordon Bok – A Most Unpleasant Way Sir (Guitar)

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It was in the falling summer rain, I found myself one day, sir

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And I met a young man with a bird in his hand, and this to me did say, sir

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"This bird you see has been with me since the twenty-third of May, sir"

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And all the time the rain came down in a most unpleasant way, sir

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Well, I looked at the bird in the young man's hand and the bird looked back at me, sir

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'Twas a vulture plain from the hills of Spain, I could so clearly see, sir

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I said, "I fear it's waiting here for you to pass away, sir"

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And all the time the rain came down in a most unpleasant way, sir

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Well, the young man shook his head and cried, "Whatever shall I do, sir?

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For I swear it's only right and fair that I give this bird to you, sir"

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I answered, "No" and turned to go, but something made me stay, sir

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And the bird was sitting on my arm in a most unpleasant way, sir

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So, here I've stood upon this spot for many's the night and day, sir

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For who could tend my feathered friend, 'til you came by this way, sir?

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And now the bird to you transferred, I can no longer stay, sir

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For it hurts to see you look at me in that most unpleasant way, sir