Flanders and Swann - Have some madeira mdear

She was y^Coung, she was pure, she was new, she was nice She was fair, she was sweet sevent^Geen He was ^Fold, he was vile, and no str^Canger to v^Amice He was b^Dase, he was bad, he was m^Gean He had sl^Cyly inveigled her ^Fup to his flat To v^Dmiew his collection of st^Gamps And he s^Caid as he h^Fastened to p^Cut out the ^Amcat The w^Fine, his cigar and the l^Gamps

H^Cave some madeira, m'dear You really have nothing to f^Gear I'm n^Fot trying to tempt you, that w^Couldn't be r^Amight You sh^Douldn't drink spirits at th^Gis time of night H^Cave some madeira, m'dear It's really much nicer than b^Geer I d^Fon't care for sherry, one c^Cannot drink st^Amout And p^Dort is a wine I can w^Gell do without It's s^Cimply a c^Fase of chac^Cun a son g^Amout H^Fave some made^Gira, m'd^Cear

Unaw^Care of the wiles of the snake-in-the-grass And the fate of the maiden who t^Gopes She l^Fowered her standards by ra^Cising her gl^Amass Her c^Dourage, her eyes and his h^Gopes She s^Cipped it, she drank it, she dra^Fined it, she did He pr^Dmomptly refilled it ag^Gain And he s^Caid as he s^Fecretly c^Carved one more n^Amotch On the b^Futt of his gold-headed c^Gane

H^Cave some madeira, m'dear, I've got a small cask of it h^Gere And o^Fnce it's been opened, you kn^Cow it won't k^Ameep Do f^Dinish it up, it will h^Gelp you to sleep H^Cave some madeira, m'dear, It's really an excellent y^Gear Now ^Fif it were gin, you'd be wr^Cong to say y^Ames The ^Devil gin does would be h^Gard to assess Bes^Cides it's incl^Fined to aff^Cect me prow^Amess H^Fave some mad^Geira, m'd^Cear

Then there fl^Cashed through her mind what her mother had said With her antepenultimate br^Geath "Oh ^Fmy child, should you look on ^Cthe wine that^Am is red Be prep^Dared for a fate worse than d^Geath" She l^Cet go her glass with a shr^Fill little cry Cr^Dmash! tinkle! it fell to the fl^Goor When he ^Casked, "What^F in Heaven'&q^Cuot; she m^Amade no reply Up her m^Find, and a dash for the d^Goor

H^Cave some madeira, m'dear, Rang out down the hall loud and cl^Gear A trem^Fulous cry that was f^Cilled with desp^Amair As she p^Daused to take breath in the c^Gool midnight air H^Cave some madeira, m'dear, The words seemed to ring in her e^Gar Unt^Fil the next morning, she w^Coke up in b^Amed With a sm^Dile on her lips and an ^Gache in her head And a vo^Cice in her e^Far 'ole that t^Cickled and s^Amaid H^Fave some mad^Geira, m'd^Cear