Sand woes, oh my sand woes

sand woes, oh my sand woes
hermond beeth of the gardened nose
sand woes of hardened toes
feet of open socks, do nigh but shows

hollow rows of belt makers foes
sand woes, oh my sand flows
sand hoes, sand woes of the nose
fur coat nose, oh my sand grows

oh sand sand, sand sand
ahoy my sand , oh sorrowful glows
harrowed old nose, fathomed mans clothes
the shop comes to close and the ladies bent nose

ahargh my hent bleedfinth
a shandy of mushrooms and shoes
sand woes, oh my sand woes
borrow from me, naught only beastial wonderings

gerkhin jerkhin, followed groves
harrowed rose, banded clothes
sanded shores on the beaches resumé
a handled finch never does but sigh to the sun

horumund money-maker
sent from the gallows
fought night till midnight
and lost his shoes
oh sand, sand woes of mine

to the mournful gleem,
a lost rope of knots.
tie them my friends
or fall to the omen

handled by the master
the finch sighs to the sun
and claims with a sigh,
oh my sand woes

woes of the sand i bid thee
my nose
and harp of well-meaning
oh my sand woes

sharp salute
sand harrows clothes
borrowed from those who give not
a sorrowful crow
oh my woes

sand oh my sand
woes oh my woes
far from the end
but not the beginning

oh my woes of sand why speeketh
thee on this night a garland of noses
and three decibled clams
winches on taps without
claim to the butterman

sink on my toes
oh my lost sand woes
lost in my mind
but slowly arose

to my mind came the woes
of sand and the nose
but call of the nose not my woes
oh but just sand woes
sand woes, oh my sand woes