Duchess Folly Nail the standard to mast

Diggi-diggi, didle-dooo
Diggi-diggi, didle-dooo
Diggi-diggi, didle-dooo
Diggi-diggi, didle-dooo

Ye see fewer fightings
On the green rugby grass
Than our dear Folly
In her only evening...
And she is nicknamed
"Nail the standard to mast"
And that is her slogan,
That is the slogan
She ever has...

O, She is our Duchess.
Aye, she is  the Duchess.
So do reverence
In her Duchess honour.
She is the Duchess
Who loves bloody matches.
She shall eat omelletes
And ye - laddy-goner...

Diggi-diggi, didle-dooo
Diggi-diggi, didle-dooo
Diggi-diggi, didle-dooo
Diggi-diggi, didle-dooo

Her house is huger than
A green field for polo,
And stallions guffaw
In her rosy garden.
And Folly so drunken
And merrily follow
For some youngy bastards...
I ask for them pardon...

O, She is our Duchess.
Aye, she is the Duchess.
She looks as a heather
In moorlads, not grass...
She has her estates,
Accounts and castles.
And she is nicknamed
"Nail the standard to mast".
She owns the prince, lords
And alas! - of all us...

Diggi-diggi, didle-dooo
Diggi-diggi, didle-dooo
Diggi-diggi, didle-dooo
Diggi-diggi, didle-dooo

Her bedroom is huger than
The greeny golf courses
And no the storm tores
The bedroom's courtines.
Ye should pray, my laddy,
If ye see this curses
Taking the strong men
Away from seashores...
Taking the strong men
Away from seashores...

O, She is our Duchess.
Aye, she is the Duchess.
Her eyes are so icy.
Her eyes're as the shots.
And she is nicknamed
"Nail the standard to mast".
And smiling so wildy
She waves and she spots.

Diggi-diggi, didle-dooo
Diggi-diggi, didle-dooo
Diggi-diggi, didle-dooo
Diggi-diggi, didle-dooo

She waves as a ship
Of corsars in blue sea.
And never she sink
In hurricane waves.
She's corsarly merry
And drunken, you see.
And if ye are kind -
Ye shall be her slaves.

O, She is our Duchess.
Aye, she is the Duchess.
And she was divorsed
And she was on trial.
And she is nicknamed
"Nail the standard to mast".
And she sows the evil
Because she is wild.

Diggi-diggi, didle-dooo
Diggi-diggi, didle-dooo
Diggi-diggi, didle-dooo
Diggi-diggi, didle-dooo

And she is so jaded,
And she is so bored.
And she drinks so much
That the sailors are shocked.
Her scandals and fightings
Should not be ignored
But she shall be fine
In the hell, never mocked.

O, She is our Duchess.
Aye, she is the Duchess.
So do reverence
In her Duchess honour.
She is on the trial
On her new hell matches.
Aye, she is our beauty
And she is the goner.

Diggi-diggi, didle-dooo
Diggi-diggi, didle-dooo
Diggi-diggi, didle-dooo
Diggi-diggi, didle-dooo