I stole the Prince, and I brought him here
And left him gaily prattling
With a highly respectable gondolier
Who promised the Royal babe to rear
And teach him the trade of a timoneer
With his own beloved bratling
Both of the babes were strong and stout
And, considering all things, clever
Of that there is no manner of doubt
No probable, possible shadow of doubt
No possible doubt whatever
But owing, I'm much disposed to fear
To his terrible taste for tippling
That highly respectable gondolier
Could never declare with a mind sincere
Which of the two was his offspring dear
And which the Royal stripling
Which was which he could never make out
Despite his best endeavour
Of that there is no manner of doubt
No probable, possible shadow of doubt
No possible doubt whatever
Time sped, and when at the end of a year
I sought that infant cherished
That highly respectable gondolier
Was lying a corpse on his humble bier
I dropped a Grand Inquisitor's tear
That gondolier had perished
A taste for drink, combined with gout
Had doubled him up for ever
Of that there is no manner of doubt
No probable, possible shadow of doubt
No possible doubt whatever
The children followed his old career
(This statement can't be parried)
Of a highly respectable gondolier
Well, one of the two (Who will soon be here)
But which of the two is not quite clear
Is the Royal Prince you married
Search in and out and round about
And you'll discover never
A tale so free from every doubt
All probable, possible shadow of doubt
All possible doubt whatever
A tale so free from every doubt
All probable, possible shadow of doubt
All possible doubt whatever