When the stuff doth hit the fan All hope is lost, flushed down the pan, No milk of human kindness doth flow Then a-fettling we will surely go! A-fettling, a-fettling We don’t do this for show Fol-diddle-diddle-fi-doh A-fettling we’ll go! A-fettling lifts you from those ruts Shaping bridges, filing your nuts A-fettling brings unbridled joy A-fettling we must go, a Hoy! A-fettling, a-fettling We don’t do this for show Fol-diddle-diddle-fi-doh A-fettling we’ll go!
