Madeira M'Dear? (Live) - Flanders & Swann

　　Written by：Donald Swann /Michael Flanders

　　She was young she was pure

　　She was new she was nice

　　She was fair she was sweet seventeen

　　He was old he was vile

　　And no stranger to vice

　　He was base he was bad he was mean

　　He had slyly inviegled her up to his flat

　　To view his collection of stamps

　　And he said as he hastened to put out the cat

　　The wine his cigar and the lamps

　　Have some madeira m'dear

　　You really have nothing to fear

　　I'm not trying to tempt you that wouldn't be right

　　You shouldn't drink spirits at this time of night

　　Have some madeira m'dear

　　It's so very much nicer than beer

　　I don't care for sherry one cannot drink stout

　　And port is a wine I can well do without

　　It's simply a case of chacun á son gout

　　Have some madeira m'dear

　　Unaware of the wiles of the snake in the grass

　　Of the fate of the maiden who topes

　　She lowered her standards by raising her glass

　　Her courage her eyes and his hopes

　　She sipped it she drank it

　　She drained it she did

　　And he quietly refilled it again

　　And he said as he secretly carved one more notch

　　On the butt of his gold handled cane

　　Have some madeira m'dear

　　I've got a small cask of it here

　　And once it's been opened you know it won't keep

　　Do finish it up it will help you to sleep

　　Have some madeira m'dear

　　It's really an excellent year

　　Now if it were gin you'd be wrong to say yes

　　The evil gin does would be hard to assess

　　Besides it's inclined to affect my prowess

　　Have some madeira m'dear

　　Then there flashed through her mind what her mother had said

　　With her ante penultimate breath

　　Oh my child should you look at the wine that is red

　　Be prepared for a fate worse than death

　　She let go her glass with a shrill little cry

　　Crash tinkle it fell to the floor

　　When he asked what in heaven she made no reply

　　But put in a dash for the door

　　Have some madeira m'dear

　　Rang out down the hall loud and clear

　　A tremulous cry that was filled with despair

　　As she paused to take breath in the cool midnight air

　　Have some madeira m'dear

　　The words seemed to ring in her ear

　　Until the next morning she woke up in bed

　　With a smile on her lips and an ache in her head

　　And a beard in her earhole that tickled and said

　　Have some madeira m'dear