What are the lyrics ti horrible histories plague song?

Answer 1

It starts with a little flee, that jumps upon a rat.

It bites the rat and gives it germs, and for the rat that's that.

Then the flee it looks for, somewhere else to find its food

It hops on you and me and starts to suck our blood.

Chorus

First you feel a little poorly, And then you start to swell,

Then you start to spit some blood, And then you really smell.

Then you know its time to ring, Your funeral bell.

Along comes Mr Death, And swishes you to hell.

There's lots of cures to help you, If you have the cash.

kill the village cats and dogs, And burn them all to ash.

Sit down in a sewer, So the smell drives plague away.

Place chicken bottoms on your spots, And then you'll be OK.

Chorus (Faster)

Plague kills little children, Even more then mums or dads,

A priest said its because, The wicked kids have acted bad,

Half the people on the earth, Are simply blown away,

So for Mr Death these will be, Really busy days

Chorus (Faster)

Along comes Mr Death and swishes you to hell!

Answer 2

this is the chorus to it from horrible histories

First you feel a little poorly

and then you start to swell

then you start to spit some blood

and then you really smell

then you know its time to ring your funeral bell

along comes mister death and swishes u to hell

Answer 3

We're the Pilgrim fathers, you may've heard rather a lot about our notion, crossing the ocean on our good ship Mayflower

It was true our journey turned into quite the commotion

Well people report that we sported these hats, but that's not true, I mean, would you? Anyway the main thing to say, we began the USA, our little band, of religion fans, from the East Midlands.

We all believed slowly, that England was becoming less holy, so set off for Holland cos there we had friends; but in the end seems the Netherlands would never be the lands we planned.

Couldn't stand to remain on that terrain, so then again we rearranged to start a new nation with our congregation, a new and common life, took a farmer and a builder and his wife; and a cleric-a to find America.

Oh it's a New World, it wasn't new to the natives, but still we thought we'd claim it, yeah it's the New World.

I still remeber, the 9th of November, the year 1620 and we saw plenty of land. We thanked God when we found ground at Cape Cod but it didn't go as planned.

We couldn't land, on the sand, a month later though, we made it, New Plymouth man, we claimed it.

The natives said not but ran when we shot.

We moved there, and proved, yeah, that life would be tough cos we didn't have enough of the right stuff. Did you know we had no seeds we couldn't grow, although William Mullins had stacked 126 pairs of shoes in his pack; now that's wack!

A fishing rod, a plow, a pig or a cow would've been a much better idea, but now there's no food for us to eat. Does this mean that we'll meet - with da-feet?

No fun in the New World, I'm glad we've arrived here, but will we survive here? yeah in the New World.

The people were starving, our numbers halving, when the winter winds blew even fewer lived through. It wasn't pretty, in our new city, but the natives took pity even though they didn't have to.

Man called Tonto showed us how to grow maize, catch eel for our meal...

get stuck here, sorry :(