Peter Ekberg Pelz - Old man Noah Lyrics

Old man Noah Old man Noah was the man for me
When the Flood abated
Noah cultivated
Many a vineyard Many a vineyard Planted 'em did he
Cap'n Noah Cap'n Noah left his leaky Ark
Bought himself some bottles
Such as thirsty throttles
Love to purchase Love to purchase in our pleasure park
What his reason? What his reasons? Noah knew full well
Men, like other creatures
All have thirsty natures
Which was why he Which was why he would our thirst dispel
Mrs Noah Mrs Noah was a good old soul
Never did she chide him
Set his glass beside him
And he tippl'd And he tippl'd from a flowing bowl
Never said she Never said she Put away thy pot!
Met I such a maiden
Coming down my way, then
I should marry I should marry her upon the spot
Old man Noah Old man Noah never wore a wig
Round and red his cheeks were
Skål, sir! Did ye speak, sir?
White his beard White his beard Skål, another swig!
Life was jolly Life was jolly in those far-off days
Then did no man labour
No, nor thirsty neighbour
Sit at table Sit at table with a solemn face
Dreary skålings Dreary skålings were the fashion then
"May I drink your health, sir?"
"No, sir, spare your breath, sir!
Bottoms up, sir! Bottoms up, sir! Just like this!" Amen

Old man Noah Old man Noah was the man for me
When the Flood abated
Noah cultivated
Many a vineyard Many a vineyard Planted 'em did he
Cap'n Noah Cap'n Noah left his leaky Ark
Bought himself some bottles
Such as thirsty throttles
Love to purchase Love to purchase in our pleasure park
What his reason? What his reasons? Noah knew full well
Men, like other creatures
All have thirsty natures
Which was why he Which was why he would our thirst dispel
Mrs Noah Mrs Noah was a good old soul
Never did she chide him
Set his glass beside him
And he tippl'd And he tippl'd from a flowing bowl
Never said she Never said she Put away thy pot!
Met I such a maiden
Coming down my way, then
I should marry I should marry her upon the spot
Old man Noah Old man Noah never wore a wig
Round and red his cheeks were
Skål, sir! Did ye speak, sir?
White his beard White his beard Skål, another swig!
Life was jolly Life was jolly in those far-off days
Then did no man labour
No, nor thirsty neighbour
Sit at table Sit at table with a solemn face
Dreary skålings Dreary skålings were the fashion then
"May I drink your health, sir?"
"No, sir, spare your breath, sir!
Bottoms up, sir! Bottoms up, sir! Just like this!" Amen