Medieval Plague Song Lyrics

It starts with a little flea
That jumps upon a rat
It bites the rat and gives it germs
And for the rat that's that

Then the flea it looks for
Somewhere else to find its food
It jumps on you and me
And starts to suck our blood...

First you feel a little poorly
And then you start to swell!
Then you start to spit some blood
And then you really smell!

Then you know it's time to ring
Your funeral bell
And along comes Mr Death
And swishes you to hell!

There's lots of cures to help you
If you have the cash
Kill the village cats and dogs
And burn them all to ash

Sit down in a sewer
So the smell drives plague away
Place chicken bottoms on your spots
Then you'll be OK

First you feel a little poorly
And then you start to swell!
Then you start to spit some blood
And then you really smell!

Then you know it's time to ring
Your funeral bell
And along comes Mr Death
And swishes you to hell!

Plague kills little children
Even more than mums or dads
A priest said it's because
The wicked kids have acted bad

Half the people on the earth
Are simply blown away
So for Mr Death these will be
Really busy days

First you feel a little poorly
And then you start to swell!
Then you start to spit some blood
And then you really smell!

Then you know it's time to ring
Your funeral bell
And along comes Mr Death
And swishes you to hell!

And along comes Mr Death
And swishes you to hell!