Rappity Tap (Меч Мартина)

Open the cupboard the bins and the stores,
go fetch out the trolleys and carts,
then out to the orchard the gardens and fields,
for a harvest to gladden our hearts.

Rappety tap, the Abbot’ll call,
watch out for those Dibbuns ’cos they’ll eat it all!

There’s blackberries blueberries raspberries too
strawberries and redcurrants bright,
wild cherries blueberries and blaeberries ripe,
to be all gathered in by tonight.

Rappety tap, wait for the feast,
just look at that Dibbun, the greedy wee beast!

Bring basket and barrel and bucket and pail,
pick rosehips red apples and pears,
greengages damsons and plums big and fine,
roll your sleeves up and banish your cares.

Rappety tap, that babe’s the worst,
if he eats another I swear that he’ll burst!

There’s almond and hazel and chestnut in bloom,
and a crop of good acorns there’ll be,
if you hold the ladder I’ll climb to the top,
and I’ll knock them all down from the tree.

Rappety tap, flat on the ground,
he’s rubbing his tummy and rolling around!

Let’s gather our harvest and bring it indoors,
then the Abbot’ll cr y out ‘Well done!’
We’ve filled up t he cupboards t he bins and t he stores,
in good time for the winter to come.

Rappety tap, quick close the door,
he’s up on his paws and looking for more!