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Lyrics:

I'm my father's son
I am the grain he once threw down
Just like Isaac in the Book of Psalms
One wee dram leaves him damned
And gasping in my mother's arms (the devil's arms)

The oak tree falls
But the sapling's roots are lain
Son assumes the father's mantle
Mother, look -- I am a man

Cast your eye upon my rustic beard!
Long I've nurtured chinny crop!
No battle lost by man with beard
He bearded man? He strong and proud
To be a farmer is to have a beard
Father, put aside your tools

My fragile face was fertile
And the seeds were sown thereon
Forty moons of cloud and rain anon
Did yield one hairy man
From baby boy amidst the bales (my father's bales)

One single drip
Of malt upon my whisker
Those drops weren't made of poison
My mother's milk is gold

Cast your eye upon my rustic beard!
Long I've nurtured chinny crop!
No battle lost by man with beard
He bearded man? He strong and proud
To be a farmer is to have a beard
Father, put aside your tools

Don't tell my mother
But I am not a farmer
I only have a beard

Jesus -- had a beard
Moses -- had a big old beard
Lincoln -- had a beard
A billy goat -- he has a long white beard
Rastas -- have a beard
Rory McGrath -- has an almost beard
Scary Spice -- has a beard
And Brian Blessed has a great big beard!

Castro, Santa Claus, Jim Morrison of The Doors
Gandalf, Saruman, other wizards, Dumbledore
And orthodox religious people all have beards