- Of all the brave birds that ever I see
The owl is the fairest in her degree,
For all day long she sits in a tree
And when night comes away flies she.
To whit, to whoo, to whit, to whoo
This song is well sung Iíll make you a vow
And he is a knave that drinketh now.
Nose, nose, nose, nose,
And who gave you that jolly red nose.
Cinnamon and ginger, nutmegs and cloves
Thatís what gave me this jolly red nose
From the collection Songs From Hazzards Huzzah