The legend of cray beard
Hopped off his horse here, to the town of bricklesear
He kicked the door right in
And with an evil grin
He turned to see some twins
And inched within
You, I'm looking for some men, they seem to be within, tell me what you know
They said sir, all we sell are drinks, we don't know what to think, there's no men to show
Though cray beard, already knew, where to go, but his trail, would soon grow cold
He went further in
And saw his partners dig in
To the stash found by him
One, two, three, four, five, six
All down by his sticks