Belloc’s Tarantella – and as Sung by Old Thunder Himself
Tarantella by Hilaire Belloc[1] Do you remember an Inn, Miranda? Do you remember an Inn? And the tedding and the spreading Of the straw for a bedding, And the fleas that tease in the High Pyrenees, And the wine that tasted of tar? And the cheers and the jeers of the young muleteers (Under the[…]