Mad Jack Blackthorn, in the freezing breeze
Dancing silhouetted on the cliff
Gobbing on the village green
Leaping like a wild Morris man
(They say) A starling flew down
(They say) It told him he was curs-ed
(They say) He took the label and wore it
(They say) He showed his arse to the parson
Mad Jack Blackthorn, avoided and berated
acting out for the immune herd
Much maligned and hated
Hear him echoing in the hollow
“Free as a bird, I! Free-as-a-bird, free-as-a-bird!”
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