Full Lyrics
Fourandtwenty tailors went out to kill a snail;
The best man amongst them trod upon her tail.
She put out her horns, like a little Kyloe cow,
“Run lads, flee lads, we’re all killed now!”
Hunting of the Snail by Henry Walford Davies — Lyrics
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