Having found a book with a few "Round the Horne" scripts (and the "Rambling Syd Rumpo Songbook") I couln't resist adding a few to the list already in tthis thread.

(To the tune "Foggy Foggy Dew")

When I was a young man
I nadgered my snod
as I worked at the wogglers trade.
When suddenly I thought
while trussing up my groats,
I'd whirdle with a fair young maid.
We whirdled in the summer time
until the winter came,
and the only thing that I ever did wrong
was to tell her my foggy foggy name.

Now we are married
and I've put away my snod
and my son's at the the woggler's trade.
Though I still think
as I'm trussing up my groats
of whirdling with a fair young maid.
I'd whirdle her in the winter time
I'd whirdle her for dear life -
But the only only thing that I'd have to do
Is to keep it from the foggy foggy wife - Oh !


(To the tune of "Lincolnshire Poacher")

When I was a clecher's bogle man
In famous Lincoln Town,
I'd often clenched my bogling fork
For less than half-a-crown.
And I would joggle and nurk my boys
As quickly I shall tell,
Oh 'tis my delight on a shining night
And a foggy night as well.

Oh once I took my moulies
And I set them in a snare.
Twas then I spied a scropers man
A'whirdling a hare.
But I was not afeared my boys
Of that there is no doubt.
Oh tis my delight on a shining night
When the coppers aren't about.

Although I'm over eighty now
My bogle I still clench
And I will flutter my artifacts
At any passing wench.
I've tickled many a screebling nut
as on my way I go.
Oh tis my delight on a shining night
At just 50p a throw - oooooh !


More later

Walrus