Bacon 'n' Gold: Incomplete Lyrics

The song "Bacon in Gold" is spreading like burnt toast around the world. I believe I mentioned that the complete song was an open-ended epic by Dr Benway & Prof. Bremselhäcker, & we only chose to record four choice lyrics for the hit single. Since then, other of their friends have submitted additional lyrics, & I'll update this post with others as they arrive. The county doctor e-mailed it out with chords in G, but I will write them in D as I played it in the recording (& has a more singable range.)

Bacon and Gold (trad.)

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D - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - G
When I lived back in the Olde Country,
D - - - - - - - - - - - - - - b min, A**
For many a year I was told
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That beyond those briny deep waters, boys,
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They sizzled their bacon with gold.

Chorus
D - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - G
They sizzled their bacon with gold, boys
D - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -bmin, A**
They sizzled their bacon with gold,
D - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -G
Beyond those briney deep waters, boys
D - - - - - - - - - - -A - - - - - - -D
They sizzled their bacon with gold.

(All choruses are simply repetitions of the last verse line punctuated by a single repetition of the third verse line.)
[**I play this A with an open fourth string (d instead of e), which is prettier. -ed]

When I looked around at my uncles,
Who seasoned their bacon with mold,
I said to myself, 'Danny Boy,
'you've got to sizzle your bacon with gold.'

The next day I hired on a whaler,
And left old Kilarney of old,
And set off for that beautiful shore, where,
They sizzled their bacon with gold.

On the high sea we met with some pirates,
And off into slav'ry were sold,
And believe you me boys when I tell ye,
They et all their bacon dead cold.

I soon fetched up in old Jakartee,
And fell into their Ori'ental thrall,
The temples, boys, surely are something, but,
There's no bacon to be had at all.

I came to the Mexican shore, lads,
My fortunes there for to seek,
The streets there they run with gold, but
Human flesh is the bacon they eat.

I worked my way up to old 'Frisco,
But there I could not stay,
I got myself drunk in the brothel and,
Gambled my bacon away.

I sailed from there to the Yukon,
Where the ground is perpetu'ally cold,
And sadly despite my predictions,
They did not eat their bacon with gold.

I next tried my luck in old Greenland,
That land locked forever in ice,
And there they have bacon and gold both,
But the bacon is too cold to slice.

I shortly fell in with some smugglers,
They accepted me into their fold,
We now live on jolly Pitcairn, boys,
And smother our bacon with gold.

And here is my lesson to ye, young boys,
Wheresoever you may be,
'Tis good to eat bacon with gold, yes,
But stay off the briney old sea.

Additional verses from Dr. Twinglebrook-Hastings:

My youth in the East I squandered
Trudgin' the path eightfold
If ya want to leave behin' suffrin', boys
Then fry up that bacon with gold!

From S. Sandrigon (written, because, when I was pre-recording the guitar part, I thought they might only have two or three verses. They then arrived with an enormous white-board with the full epic.)

They say out West in San Francisc-ée
Where the weather in summer is cold
There's a secret chinaman fricassée
They stir-fry their bacon in gold.

Posted originally here, & this mp3 can be downloaded here.