Over in the wetlands of East Anglia With a girl who wants to boast post-parency She trekked for many moons from the land of Firth With the cruel and rolling sea And she said Who's the guy I got berked in and who said born in Scarborough? Girl with the Hazel Eyes Ahhhh... Girl with the Hazel Eyes Aahhhh... None of us had taken the toll of her Her face was well and mean with the heathen sea And next her set of eyes walking the room And it was clear this girl, she was talking to me And said Who's the guy I got berked in and who said born in Scarborough? Girl with the Hazel Eyes Ahhh...