And hand in hand, on the edge of the sand, They danced by the light of the moon. The moon. The moon. They danced by the light of the moon.

There was an old man with a beard, who said: 'It is just as I feared! Two owls and a hen, four larks and a wren have all built their nests in my beard.

Ere the days of his pilgrimage vanish, How pleasant to know Mr

Who, or why, or which, or what, Is the Akhond of Swat?

And hand in hand, on the edge of the sand,
They danced by the light of the moon.

There was an old man with a beard, Who said: 'It is just as I feared! Two owls and a hen, Four larks and a wren Have all built their nests in my beard