Classic Poem

In harmony would you excel,
Suit your'words to music well, music well,
Suit your words to your music well,
Suit your words to music well,
For Pegasus runs, runs every race
By gal-lal-lal-lal-laloping high, or level pace,
Or ambling or sweet Canterbury,
Or with a down, a high down derry.
No, no victory, victory he ever got,
By jo-o-o-o-ogling, jo-o-o-o-ogling trot.
No muse harmonious entertains,
Rough roistering, rustic, roar-oar-oaring strains,
Nor shall you twine the cra-a-a-ackling, crackling bays,
By sneaking, snivelling rou-ou-oun-oundelays.
Now slowly move your fiddle stick,
Now, tantantantantantantivi,
Now tantantantantantivi quick, quick.
Now trembling, shivering, quivering, quaking,
Set hoping, hoping, hoping hearts of lovers aching,
Fly, fly-y-y-y
Above the sky,
Rambling, gambolling, ra-a-a-a-a-ambling, gambolling,
Trolloping, lolloping, galloping,
Trolloping, lolloping, galloping, trollop,
Lolloping, trolloping, galloping,
Lolloping, trolloping, galloping, lollop,
Now cree-ee-eep, sweep, sweep, sweep the deep,
See, see, Celia, Celia dies,
Dies, dies, dies, dies, dies, dies, dies,
While true lovers' eyes
Weeping sleep,
Sleeping weep,
Weeping sleep.
Bo peep, bo peep, bo peep,
Bo peep, peep, bo bo peep.