Morrowind Mod:Tamriel Rebuilt/Rude Song

In the spring of the year

Doth propriety disappear

In the courts and the ports

Of the Bay.

Drinking new beer,

Everybody feels queer

And the Earls and the churls

Go astray.

The bee and the bird

Don't have to tell us a word.

Our bodies for naughtie

Are prime.

If you haven't heard,

You can let yourself be lured

For the youth, for things uncouth,

It is time.

Oh, it's lovely to sit in a field, harvested into rows

It's lovelier still to do the same not wearing any clothes.

People of the Bay bless

The flowered court of Wayrest

For showing us the gentle way of sin

The bonny Dark Elf queen

Likes to see and to be seen

With cobblers, thieves,

And tavernkeeps,

And slaves, and fish-er-men

In the court of Lainlyn,

Right upon the mainland

With sex, the whole place is in a whirl

The Baroness likes to play

With men who come her way,

While the Baron likes the little boys and girls.

Oh, it's lovely to give your lady a kiss upon her nose

It's lovelier still to do the same not wearing any clothes.

In Daggerfall,

they hold a ball

And all of society indulges in a variety

Of scandal, they can handle -- A lot.

The Captain of the Guard

Has to search very hard

For a bean that the Queen

Has in her pants.

And the Court Sorceress

Will grant you a wish

To cause the King to fling

About his lance.

Oh, it's lovely to give your love a single perfect rose

It's lovelier still to do the same not wearing any clothes.

Oh, it's lovely to abandon all your cares and fears and woes

It's lovelier still to do the same not wearing any clothes.

Yes sir, it's lovely not wear any clothes!"