Ballad Of Sir Frankie Crisp Let It Roll
Let it roll across the bog,

Through the hole and out the door

Through the fountain of perpetual

Let it roll for all it's worth



Frankie Crisp, he had no legs

Lose your body in the maze

See the door to the northern bounty feast

Let it roll among the weeds

Let it roll



Let it roll out through the caves

Through the walks and through the shade

Through the good one, may he rest awhile

Hanging chiefs and matching time

Let it roll

Let it roll, Let it roll

Let it roll, Let it roll



Fool's ilusions every word

John and Paul, they sweep the stern

Eyes are shining but a river lies

Let it roll into the night



Let it roll, Let it roll

Let it roll, Let it roll