Over in the wetlands of East Anglia
With a girl who wants to boast post-parency
She trekked for many moons from the land of Firth
With the cruel and (???) rolling sea
And she said
Who's the guy I got berked in and who said born in Scarborough?

Girl with the Hazel Eyes
Ahhhh...
Girl with the Hazel Eyes
Aahhhh...

None of us had taken the toll of her
Her face was well and mean with the heathen sea
And next her set of eyes walking the room
And it was clear this girl, she was talking to me
And said
Who's the guy I got berked in and who said born in Scarborough?

Girl with the Hazel Eyes
Ahhh...