Hippopotamus

A bold hippopotamus was standing one day
On the banks of the cool shallabarr,
He gazed at the buffalo did peacefully lay,
By the light of the evening star,
Away on the hilltop, sat combing her hair,
This fair hippopotamus maid,
The hippopotamus was not ignoramus,
And sang her sweet serenade.

Chorus

Mud, mud, glorious mud,
Nothing quite like it for cooling the blood,
So follow me, follow, down to the hollow,
And there let us wallow in glorious mud.

The fair hippopotamus he aimed to entice,
From her seat on that hilltop above,
As she hadn't gotta ma to five her advice,
Came tip toeing down to her love,
Like thundering upon us re-echoed the sound,
Of the song that they sung as they lay.
His ig-nam-or-a-ta adjusted her garter,
And lifter her voice in duet.

Chorus

The bold hippopotamus was sitting one day 
On the banks of that river so wide,
I wonder now what am i to say of the scene
That ensued by the shallabarr side 
They dived all at one,
With an ear splitting splosh
Then rose to the surface again,
A regular army of hippopotami
All singing this haunting refrain.

Chorus

Traditional
Salvaged from a bin at the gathering 1096, within the irish songbook