What I am telling you I swear is absolutely true – that in 1872
Queen Victoria’s son – known as Bertie to his mum – but Ed to me and you
Was sitting on his ass while the cows were eating grass in fair Northumberland
Lying on the floor covered up with straw for a murder he had planned
Now Bertie loved the thrill of finding something safe to kill - on a mountain, moor or hill
Lord Tankerville’s remark that out there in the park was a bull that fit the bill
Made Bertie salivate – he could hardly to wait – for a beast of such dimensions
He liked nothing more than bloody guts and gore and all those upper class conventions
Chorus:
Bull, bull, the Chillingham bull – flower of Northumberland
A gentleman bull from his horns to his hooves in Chillingham Park did stand
‘Till he met Bertie the Prince of Wales – disguised as a bale of straw
Bang, bang, went Bertie’s gun and the Chillingham bull was no more.
The bull’s heart missed a beat when he saw a pair of feet sticking out from a bale of straw
Its eyes jumped from it’s skull at the sackless looking fyeul* who lay there on the floor *fool
Bertie aimed his gun towards the great big hefty ton of Chillingham best mince
At this terrifying sight - the herd turned white with fright - and they have been white ever since!
It’s true the bull and Bert were known to like a bit of skirt and they both had royal blood
They both had beards and balls - as history recalls - but that did the bull no good
Bert squeezed his digit - the “Chilli” bull went rigid – dead as a Big Mac burger
An artist drew a sketch of the poor slaughtered wretch – and of Bert what done the murder!
Northumberland is fine – it’s where the ancient River Tyne runs from hills down to the sea
Its castles proudly stand like vultures on a land with a blood red history
But even Viking hordes who with their mighty iron swords splintered brain and skull
Would turn deathly pale if they ever heard the tale of Bertie and the Chillingham bull
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