Hail, Hail, the Gobbelin King

Hail! Hail! The Gobbelin King by Dylan Blackthorn

One, Two, eat my shoe –

G-                       F-             G-
Hail! Hail! The Gobbelin King!
G-                                 D  
Cut off the hand and kiss his ring!
G-                      F-              G-
Hail! Hail! The Gobbelin Crown!
F-                                G-
Head and crown roll on the ground!

Hail the Gobbelin President!
Whack them now their skull is bent!
Bloodstains on an expensive suit!
Blood all on our staves of root!

Hail the Gobbelin Boss is here!
From us it does run in fear!
Cut ’em off at the unholy glade –
Life cut short with our bone-ish blade!

Salute! The Gobbelin General Comes!
Beating on those old war drums!
The war machine will fade and die,
When we get all the soldiers high –

The rich one comes with bags of gold!
But over us this has no hold –
Melt it, toss it, burn it down
Burn their riches to the ground!

Hear Hear the Gobbelin bard!
Full moon at the old graveyard –
Tip him, trick or treat him well!
And your fate he’ll not foretell!

Author:  Dylan Blackthorn