Subject: Project and LyrReq: The Kipper Family From: rob d. Date: 24 Mar 99 - 07:08 PM I've been collecting choice Kippers for quite some time, and maybe I'm relatively alone (witness the repeated and unanswered requests for Rustical Farmer), but I don't despair. I have already pulled out what the DigiTrad has to offer, and have transcribed many of my own, and now I hope to work towards completing the set. To whit, I give you my list: Lyrics I don't have yet and would like to get are marked with a * Sorry, I don't have Rusty Cold Farmer yet. Fresh Yesterday Kipper Family, The. 1997? Fresh Yesterday. DAMCD 020. Uncle Tom Cobbley Can't Come Big Musgrave (Matty Groves) The Seven Deadly Sins Bored of the Dance Yes, Sir, Yes (No, John, No) *The Old Irishman One Drunken Maiden My Grandfather's Cock The Bloke Who Come Home Broke From Cromer Bingo Since Time Immoral. Dambuster, LP DAM 005. 1985? Not Sixteen Til Sunday The Male Female Highwayman The Unlaid Maid The Cricket Match All On the Shore - The Body Hollow Ground (Shallow Ground) Dido Fido *The Village P.I.M.P. *Poor Old Cow *To Be a Pharmacist (A Farmer's Boy) Adieu You Pretty Nancy A Lightweight Dirge (A Lykewake Dirge)
In the Family Way
Arrest These Merry Gentlemen( list is incomplete)
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Subject: Lyr Add: THE WILD MOUNTING TIME, etc. (Kipper Fam) From: AndyG Date: 25 Mar 99 - 05:23 AM The Wild Mounting Time
The Pharmacist
The sun had set behind the hill across the dreary moor,
My fathers dead, my mother too, and I'm not too well myself,
The doctors wife said, Cure the lad, he seems so pale and sick.
The man that was a boy is now assistant in the shop,
So that was not surprising when the poor old couple died,
The Twenty Pound Frog
The Stick of Rhubarb
Words:Kipper Family The Kipper Family are Dick Nudds & Chris Sugden. AndyG |
Subject: RE: Project and LyrReq: The Kipper Family From: rob d. Date: 25 Mar 99 - 12:50 PM Oh, you are a prince among men, Andy. This list of the needy shrinks. I've also added Walsingham Matilda, so the remaining "Wanted" list is shrinking. Andy, by the way, where do the Frog and Rhubarb songs come from. Is that this "Rhinestone" album, or is there yet another that I don't know about? Thanks much, and anybody else, feel free to add to the list, and when tis as complete as I can make it, feel free to request copies. rob d.
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Subject: Lyr Add: BALD GENERAL COOTE etc (Kipper Family) From: Bev and Jerry Date: 25 Mar 99 - 05:05 PM BALD GENERAL COOTE
Bald General Coote that is my name
CHO: I led my men with Courage bold
I sank them with Nelson as the rounds they flew
I drank at the bottle of Waterloo
I fought for my country all at the Crimea
I was there when Lady Smith was relieved
But now my campaigs are all over I fear
I'm a rusty, cold farmer in a cottage well thatched
CHO: I brew home brewed bread and I brew home brewed cheese
At four in the morning I rise from my bed
On Monday and Tuesday I take life quite slow
In Spring that's too wet to go on the land
There's April, there's May, there's June and July
Now harvest time is here, my boys, so raise a bumper do
CHO: So drink, boys, drink, that is the master's brew
We stagger to the harvest field for to begin our labours
And at the hour of ten o'clock our progress is cut short
When harvest time is over, boys, it's to the pub we'll steer
Now we will have a holiday before our work's resumption
They let her lie for a very long time
They hired men with hands so strong
They rolled her along and along the road
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Subject: RE: Project and LyrReq: The Kipper Family From: Bev and Jerry Date: 25 Mar 99 - 05:10 PM Sorry, we still can't quite get the hang of Java. What appears to be the second verse to each song is actually the chorus. How do we get the return at the end of each line of the song? It looked properly formatted when we sent it. Help!
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Subject: RE: Project and LyrReq: The Kipper Family From: Jo Taylor Date: 25 Mar 99 - 09:17 PM HAHAHAHAHA. Really enjoyed that. Saw them years ago. Bev & Jerry - not Java, HTML. For the end of a line just put a 'less than' sign (it's above the comma) then the letters br then a 'greater than' sign (above the full stop)- that is if you live in a part of the world with the same keyboard as me! I can't write it so you can see it, because it won't show...Have you got a view menu, and 'source' beneath it? Press that and see what's here: - 3 of 'em! Jo |
Subject: RE: Project and LyrReq: The Kipper Family From: Bev and Jerry Date: 26 Mar 99 - 01:17 AM Thanks Jo. That really helped. Viewing the html codes was an education. Maybe we can do better next time we post lyrics. |
Subject: RE: Project and LyrReq: The Kipper Family From: AndyG Date: 26 Mar 99 - 05:41 AM Rob, I'm pretty sure they must be from Rhinestone Ploughboy as they're not on the track lists above and I've definately transcribed them from CD. AndyG |
Subject: RE: Project and LyrReq: The Kipper Family From: Steve Parkes Date: 26 Mar 99 - 08:08 AM Bev & Jerry: have a look at this thread for tons of HTML stuff. Bookmark as I have - it's very handy. Steve |
Subject: RE: Project and LyrReq: The Kipper Family From: Bev and Jerry Date: 26 Mar 99 - 01:33 PM Thanks Steve.
Actually, we did a forum search on "html" last night and discovered this thread. Now we know all there is to know about html!!!! Well, maybe not all there is to know but we know more than we wanted to!!! |
Subject: RE: Project and LyrReq: The Kipper Family From: rob d. Date: 26 Mar 99 - 05:57 PM Well, response has been wonderful, and with a couple more I've added, the only ones left ungathered are *The Old Irishman *Probably Not *We Did It Sideways *Fowl Jimmy *Yarmouth Races *Are You Dry? *Cheap Day Return to Hemsby *The Punnet of Strawberries *The Trousers In Between Thanks everybody. I'll keep collecting for another week or so, and then, if anybody wants the whole kaboodle, let me know. Also, will the powers that be want to put them into DT? Lastly, does anybody have a track list for Rhinestone? Thanks again, you all are wonderful people. rob d. |
Subject: RE: Project and LyrReq: The Kipper Family From: Martin _Ryan Date: 30 Mar 99 - 11:14 AM Great stuff! Two questions: <[> Anyone got the original on which the Twenty pound Frog is based? I put out a request for it a while back. Even the bloody original sounds like a parody!
At recent (brilliant) festival in Donegal, I heard some guys singing ".. and the sharks they played melodeons...at the bottom of the bay!" Anyone know if there's a full version with these lines? Regards |
Subject: RE: Project and LyrReq: The Kipper Family From: Alan B Date: 31 Mar 99 - 07:33 AM Can't see them in your list, but I have on tape some Kipper Family songs: Away day ( Gaude TE) The dodo Kippers & Bloaters (Alive, alive o) Sailor, sailor, won't you marry me? Do you want? Alan B |
Subject: RE: Project and LyrReq: The Kipper Family From: rob d Date: 31 Mar 99 - 05:22 PM Yes, John (Alan), yes John, a thousand times yes! Yes, Alan, I will gladly collect any and all. Sure if somebody's got the libretto from the Crab Wars all nicely scanned in, I'd take that too. Let's get as many choice Kippers together as we can. Does anybody have a track list for Rhinestone Ploughboy? |
Subject: RE: Project and LyrReq: The Kipper Family From: AndyG Date: 01 Apr 99 - 03:54 AM Off the top of my head, these three tracks are all I can remember from Rhinestone Ploughboy: Cold Waily Windy Knight Jack Onions Folk Roots 66
I'll check up tonight if I can.
AndyG |
Subject: Lyr Add: THE DODO (Sid Kipper) From: Alan B Date: 01 Apr 99 - 04:13 PM The dodo in the morning she fall from her nest If she could she would surely have flowed o She returns in the evening to take her sweet rest Though how she ascends I am blowed o In far off Mauritius the dodo do dwell Half way to the far Antipodo And if we would serve her then this I would tell It should not be par boiled a la mode o For if the good creature is but to keep going Our slogan must be "Stop the bloody Dodo'ing" How many roads must a Dodo walk down Before you can call her a dodo And how many seas must a white dodo sail Before she can sleep in the road o Ripe fruit and berries, and nuts that are nice In the bird's stomach are stowed o Be grateful, good people, the Dodo don't fly For t'would danger you when she unload o And if you should ask, on what she has dined, the answer my friend will be blowing in the wind And so on my tunic this message I spell: God save the king and the Dodo as well. This was from a series of programmes about birds in folk music which Sid did of Radio 2 about three years ago I'll try to send you the tune if you wish, but I've no idea how to make midi tunes - any ideas? I seem to have mislaid the tape with the others on - I'll get it onto the forum as soon as I can Alan B Following Jo Taylor's tip, with any luck the layout will be OK - thanks Jo |
Subject: RE: Project and LyrReq: The Kipper Family From: George Henderson Date: 02 Apr 99 - 10:28 AM How come I didn't hear that one Martin?? George Henderson |
Subject: Lyr Add: ALIVE ALIVE O - AWAY DAY etc (Kipper Fam) From: Alan B Date: 05 Apr 99 - 02:25 PM Found them! After much searching, here are the other Kipper Family renditions I have. I think they were recorded at Sidmouth (where else?) not long before the sad departure of Henry Kipper. Until I cam to transcribe them I did not realise it, but I think the first verse of Alive Alive O is missing. Can anyone complete? I also seem to remember they introduced the set (courtesy of Folk on two) by describing their recent visit to Hong Kong, where they were introduced to the audience with their name translated into Chinese - The Smoked Fish Dynasty! As I enjoy them I have written approximately verbatim the preamble to each song. If it works you'll also be able to discover who said/sang what. Also as another contributor has said, the tune are the ones we know from the tradition, only slightly mangled to fit! Both - black Sid - blue Henry - red Enjoy Alan B
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Alive Alive O 1 She rambles the lanes With cures for chilblains With plasters for corns And drivers for piles She'll sell you a spanner Or tune your pianner Put lead in your pencil, and sing all the while: Chorus Alive Alive o Alive Alive o Singing Kippers & bloaters Alive Alive Oh 2 Although I did court her, Beseeched & besought her That all come to naught for she never replied But them oh what folly, she fell off her trolley And as she lay dying, these last words she sighed:
3 Now she has departed, this girl so stout hearted But Each night in Mundesley they say without fail Her ghost wheels her trolley, with a cry melancholy Singing kippers & bloaters, A closing down sale
Down sale theyer! Applause Sailor, sailor, won't you marry me? I tell you what we're gonna do now, a song about a sailor. Any sailors in tonight? (silence) That's alright then, we'll be alright with this one You know about sailors, that they spend a lot of time going to sea. Well, of course they spent more time on the old days, with the sails & that, that was a lot slower That right so after these sailors had been at sea for munce & munce, wi no alcohol, and no women, what did they do when they got back (pause). What did they do when they got back on shore, they went straight in the nearest pub. They used to drink themselves silly. And when they was silly enough they used to go off and find themselves a woman, and that's what this song's all about: Tell them about the chorus Oh yes, its got a bit of a chorus, rather an unusual chorus cos, instead of coming after the verse, it come before the verse Its more difficult that way, cos, if it come after the verse you know that, when the verse come to and end, that's when the chorus start. But with this one you have to work out when the verse is going to start, so you can do the chorus It a simple chorus, it go "Oh" It start with the chorus, so I'll start you. I'll count you in: One, two, one two three : Oh Sailor, sailor, will you marry me, with you smile so sunny Jim Oh no nice girl I cannot marry you, for I have no teeth to put in So off she went, to her grandfather's glass, and fished out some teeth , of the very highest class And the sailor put them in Oh Sailor, sailor, will you marry me, with your rambling, rolling gait Oh no nice girl I cannot marry you, for I'm one leg short of a set So off she went, to her grandfather's table, and cut off a leg that was very, very stable And the sailor screwed it in Oh Sailor, sailor, will you marry me, with your pigtail down your back Oh no nice girl I cannot marry you, for its hair on my head that I lack So off she went, to her grandfather's chest, and plucked him some hair of the very very best And the sailor stuck it on Oh Sailor, sailor, will you marry me, with your sparkling eyes so jocular Oh no nice girl I cannot marry you, for you see I am strictly monocular She went to the marbles her grandfather'd lost, and brought him a bullseye of the very very best And the sailor stuck it in Oh Sailor, sailor, will you marry me, with your great big marlin spike (pause) Oh yes nice girl I'll surely marry you, for your just the kind of thing that I like. So off they went to her grandfather's cradle, and there she discovered that this seaman was quite able And the sailor put it in
The disabled seaman theyer We'll do one more just to finish you off with, then you'd better have a little lie down hadn't you, father? I think I could do with a little lie down, yes I'll see what I can arrange in that department for myself too I think! Away day (Gaude te) We thought we do it cos we've seen that Alastair A Anderson around from that magazine thing. Cos they don't call it folk music any more, its Roots music, We3've been very influenced by that, but we've got a bit of a problem, cos to get on really well with the roots music, you got to sing in a foreign language, really, and father & I are a bit stuck in that department, are we. So we asked our vicar, the vicar of St Just, we asked him what foreign languages he knew, and he said, well there's always Latin This is what they call a Latin Motel. I don't know why That's right, a Latin Motel. Course, being in Latin, we don't understand a word of it, but if there are any Latin people in here tonight, and they'd like to tell us what its all about, we'd be pleased, wouldn't we father Oh yes Its an old Latin motel, called Away day Chorus Away day, away day, loco in transit Omnibus, St pancreas, away day Away day, away day, loco in transit Omnibus, St pancreas, away day (Pause for laughter) I dunt know, must be one of them latin jokes you hear about 1 Cleopatra virginae, terra incognito in loc parentis caesar mutlio calcutta CH 2 Troyalus et Cressida, con Homo erectus Strangulated hernia, coitus interruptus CH 3 Romulus et Remus, in flagrante delicto Honi soit qui mal y pense, Harry Belafontee CH 3 Gina Lollobrigida, Osteo Arthritis In vino veritas, Peter Dominicus CH 4 Non compos mentis, continuo ad nauseam Ad lib, et cetera, quod erat demonstrandum CH repeat Away day theyer!
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Subject: RE: Project and LyrReq: The Kipper Family From: AndyG Date: 14 Apr 99 - 04:41 AM Sid Kipper Like A Rhinestone Ploughboy LERCD2115 (A Trunch Wireless Special)
The Old, Waily, Windy Knight
All the above tracks are interspersed with "local radio" style intro's.
AndyG |
Subject: Lyr Add: THE INNOCENT DODO etc (Kipper Family) From: AndyG Date: 14 Apr 99 - 01:06 PM The Innocent Dodo
I prithee good ladies and lordies attend
For if the poor creature is but to keep goin'
Well the dodo in the morning she falls from her nest
And as she must put up with all of this stuff
Oh how many roads must a Dodo walk down
And if you should question on what she has dined
And so on my tunic this message I spell:
Gobblers in the Garden
Well when first I wed me Norfolk girl, we all went back to Trunch
He told me: (chorus)
When finally he finished me eyelids felt like lead
And he said:
He drove us to our lodgings and he said cheerio
This voice said:
She said you've really got to laugh but I was proper riled
And he said:
Now we've been married seven years and we've got three young pups
His words are:
All Things Are Quite Equal
A young person was a-walking one morning in May
Chorus
Oh the way I respond to the charms that thou hast
Chorus
Said the other I'm willing if you would agree
Chorus
Both parties were eager, both parties were brisk
Chorus
Now the first person declared without guile
Chorus
Better late than never, maybe more tomorrow
AndyG |
Subject: RE: Project and LyrReq: The Kipper Family From: Garry Gillard Date: 05 Mar 01 - 11:52 PM I've only just been directed to this thread by Wolfgang, after having put up a new Kippers site. There are no lyrics on mine - not yet anyway.
Garry https://mainlynorfolk.info/folk/records/kipperfamily.html |
Subject: RE: Project and LyrReq: The Kipper Family From: Hollowfox Date: 06 Mar 01 - 01:57 PM Rob, did you know that there's a From Time Immoral songbook? I just checked Amazon.com (USA), and it's out of print, but you can probably scare one up somewhere (eBay?) Good luck. |
Subject: Lyr Add: THE TROUSERS IN BETWEEN (Kipper Family) From: Les from Hull Date: 06 Mar 01 - 03:29 PM THE TROUSERS IN BETWEEN
I got married yesterday to Miss Christina Chad
Now just the other week I had to go up north
Now a chap must keep in shape if he's going to cut a dash Am I boring you?
Les |
Subject: RE: Project and LyrReq: The Kipper Family From: Dita Date: 06 Mar 01 - 03:43 PM Rob D, could we have an update, telling us what you are still missing, as the genisis of this string is way back love, john. |
Subject: RE: Project and LyrReq: The Kipper Family From: Liz the Squeak Date: 06 Mar 01 - 05:09 PM The sharks they played melodeons possibly predates the Kippers and Manitas might know the rest of it, but he's out. LTS |
Subject: RE: Project and LyrReq: The Kipper Family From: GUEST Date: 06 Mar 01 - 06:07 PM Get hold of a copy of the Kipper Family Songbook; it may have some of the lyrics you still need |
Subject: RE: Project and LyrReq: The Kipper Family From: GUEST,Martin Hungerford Date: 08 Mar 02 - 06:48 AM Is this STILL live? If so, "the sharks playing harmoniums" predates Kippers - we were singing it in 81. However, as I learnt itm there was no full song, just silly lines added to "Pleasent and Delightfull". It was not untill "Cosmic and Freaky" did the rounds that there was a ful blown parody. Martin |
Subject: RE: Project and LyrReq: The Kipper Family From: Snuffy Date: 08 Mar 02 - 08:51 AM There is also a version about a an all night session at a Morris Ring meeting which ends: And the bastards played melodeons till the dawning of the day. WassaiL! V |
Subject: Lyr Add: WAILY, WINDY KNIGHT (Kipper family) From: Morticia Date: 08 Mar 02 - 09:42 AM WAILY, WINDY KNIGHT
Oh me 'ead, it is frozen to me 'at
Chorus
Let me in, Sir Jasper cried
The window that have opened wide
He found the window where she snores
Chorus
Then up the ladder he have climbed
Well, that I will then LInda cried
Chorus
Despite that wicked wind so chill
But down he's tumbled to the ground
Chorus
Grandma's hooked her window wide
She closed the window with a grin
Let me out, Sir Jasper cried I have most of Sid's album's, I think and whilst, I draw the line at transcibing The Crab Wars for you, will transcibe others if you let me know what you want.
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Subject: RE: Project and LyrReq: The Kipper Family From: GUEST,LJ from Norfolk Date: 24 May 02 - 08:22 AM My friend has a copy of the Time Immoral Song Book, which I currently have on loan. |
Subject: RE: Project and LyrReq: The Kipper Family From: Mr Happy Date: 27 May 02 - 05:45 AM question, whatever happened to henry kipper? i've seen the obituary notice- but when i was at priestweston at easter, after i'd performed a number of the k. family songs, the topic of henry's departure was raised. someone said he's changed his name to henrietta is this fact/fiction? |
Subject: RE: Project and LyrReq: The Kipper Family From: Watson Date: 27 May 02 - 08:46 AM Mr Happy, Whether the name has changed or not, it's a fact that Dick Nudds (Henry) is not the man he was! |
Subject: RE: Project and LyrReq: The Kipper Family From: Mr Happy Date: 27 May 02 - 08:55 AM watson, would you care to elucidate further? |
Subject: RE: Project and LyrReq: The Kipper Family From: Watson Date: 27 May 02 - 09:02 AM Well, shall I say that "Dick" is not the most appropriate name for him any more. |
Subject: RE: Project and LyrReq: The Kipper Family From: Mr Happy Date: 27 May 02 - 11:14 AM why? |
Subject: RE: Project and LyrReq: The Kipper Family From: Watson Date: 27 May 02 - 11:19 AM Well what did you gather from the initial revelation that Henry was now Henrietta? |
Subject: RE: Project and LyrReq: The Kipper Family From: Mr Happy Date: 27 May 02 - 11:34 AM ah! so you mean he can sing on a higher plane than before |
Subject: RE: Project and LyrReq: The Kipper Family From: Watson Date: 27 May 02 - 11:49 AM I don't think they used a plane - that would have been cruel in the extreme. |
Subject: RE: Project and LyrReq: The Kipper Family From: Micca Date: 27 May 02 - 02:17 PM Watson, do you mean he has changed his connector from a plug to a socket???? |
Subject: RE: Project and LyrReq: The Kipper Family From: Eclipse Date: 27 May 02 - 07:55 PM Completely off topic here... well sort of? I?m looking for the Lyrics to The Bonny Spotted Cuckoo by the Kipper Family Thanks. -Eclipse PS: For those who were helping on the thread ?Cuckoo?s nest? Climb a tree thread.? Sorry for the cross over. |
Subject: RE: Project and LyrReq: The Kipper Family From: Mr Happy Date: 27 May 02 - 08:22 PM so it's not a plane figure? |
Subject: RE: Project and LyrReq: The Kipper Family From: GUEST,Guest Date: 15 Jul 02 - 06:04 AM The sharks, they played melodeons is just one bit of a parody I made up years ago - only to the refrain. The other bits are: V1 refrain: The sharks they played melodeons at the bottom of the bay V2 refrain: I must go and leave you, Nancy - FOR the girl that I adore. V3 refrain: Saying may I go along with you/No-one else is half as long as you/Saying may... etc. V4 refrain: And if ever I return again I will take you for a ride That's not to say of course, that someone else hasn't come up with the same idea too! |
Subject: RE: Project and LyrReq: The Kipper Family From: GUEST,Steve Date: 15 Jul 02 - 06:06 AM That was from me - I didn't know (Mudcat virgin) that you could just use a name.... |
Subject: RE: Project and LyrReq: The Kipper Family From: GUEST,Steve Date: 15 Jul 02 - 06:08 AM Incidentally, is anyone interested in my parody of 'Dido Bendigo' ? |
Subject: RE: Project and LyrReq: The Kipper Family From: Mr Happy Date: 15 Jul 02 - 12:21 PM i think kipper fans would be well pleased if you stuck your dido bendigo up |
Subject: RE: Project and LyrReq: The Kipper Family From: GUEST,Andrew Date: 06 Aug 02 - 04:45 PM First I would like to apologise for posting something off-topic, but I can't find anywhere else to ask. I would very much like to buy a copy of "Fresh Yesterday" or a CD of the Kippers, and I would be very grateful for any pointers. Andrew Mole (andrew.mole@att.net) |
Subject: RE: Project and LyrReq: The Kipper Family From: MMario Date: 06 Aug 02 - 04:48 PM do a goodle search for "kipper family" CD then take your pick. |
Subject: RE: Project and LyrReq: The Kipper Family From: MMario Date: 06 Aug 02 - 04:49 PM google. sorry www.google.com |
Subject: Lyr Add: BIKER BILL AND WALTER SHAW (Kipper Family From: Mr Happy Date: 05 Sep 02 - 05:43 AM BIKER BILL AND WALTER SHAW [Kipper Family]
When I've had enough of Penny,
Biker Bill and Walter Shaw,
When I first came to the pits,
Walter's worth his weight in gold.
If I had another gill,
Walter Shaw he had a pig. |
Subject: RE: Project and LyrReq: The Kipper Family From: justinkipper Date: 20 Nov 02 - 03:04 PM hello would anyone who has lyrics for the kipper family, and sid, be interested in contributing them to the new Trunch Trumpet on-line? I would type them all out from the songs, but, well, wouldn't it take forever? I think I may have trouble with copyrite also, I may have to write to Chris Sugden and ask him if it is ok to have them on the site (get permission etc) http://www.geocities.com/trunchtrumpet Thank you justin |
Subject: RE: Project and LyrReq: The Kipper Family From: Eclipse Date: 22 Nov 02 - 01:36 PM Justin, I looked at your web site - cool project. I hope you get permission to post the lyrics. I have been looking for the lyrics to The Bonny Spotted Cuckoo (on the album "In A Family Way"). I would be willing to spend a bit of time typing out lyrics from the Kipper family recordings I have (which are relatively limited - Since Time Immoral, and Crab Wars) in exchange. Thanks. -Eclipse |
Subject: RE: Project and LyrReq: The Kipper Family From: Mr Happy Date: 24 Nov 02 - 09:12 AM anyone have the words for 'we did it sideways'? please. |
Subject: Lyr Add: WE DID IT SIDEWAYS (The Kipper Family) From: delphinium Date: 24 Nov 02 - 02:02 PM WE DID IT SIDEWAYS - The Kipper Family And now – the end is nigh, Our business soon – will be completed, But e'er – we say good-bye, We've this to add – so please stay seated. Now we – have hunted crabs, Both from the shore – and in the tide ways, But more, much more than that, We did it side-ways. What is a crab – what have it got, If not eight legs – then it is not. What e'er its part – in the creation, Still that is not – a true crustation. The way to tell – is like ourselves, They do it side-ways. Cuz yes – I've had a few, But then again – too few to mention, They taste – of nought at all, And always give – us indigestion. So when – we near King's Lynn, Where they are served – in funny fried ways, We snort – please pass the port, And do it side-ways. Once et a meal – they give us trout, We ate it up – and spat it out, And though they stayed – and called us selfish, We would not eat – what is not shellfish, We couldn't stop – we had to hop, But did it side-ways. They say – a man must do, What he must do – that's why we did it. We always – caught the crabs, We're proud to say – we never hid it. We meet – young ladies sweet, Who try to tempt – us in untried ways, But always – love our wives, And do it side-ways. And now – the end have come. spoken: And none too soon in my humble opinion. |
Subject: RE: Project and LyrReq: The Kipper Family From: Mr Happy Date: 24 Nov 02 - 02:57 PM delphinium, thanls ever so much, my collection's almost complete, cheers, mr h |
Subject: RE: Project and LyrReq: The Kipper Family From: Snuffy Date: 24 Nov 02 - 06:33 PM GENERAL COOTE Bald General Coote that is my name, A drinking man of noble fame With bottle and glass quite unsurpassed But I've landed in the drink at last. I led my men with Courage bold With Bullard's Strong and Adnam's Old Napoleon brandy and Navy rum, But now at last to the dregs I have come. I sank them with Nelson as the rounds they flew On the deck of the Victory he had a fair few Some say 'twas blind courage that caused his downfall Blind drunk is more like it as I recall. I drank at the battle of Waterloo A glorious victory for England, too But my only fight in that country so far Was the fight I had to get to the bar. I fought for my country all at the Crimea But the only crime 'ere was the price of the beer The Light Brigade come all to grief But we'd plenty of brown for our relief. I was there when Lady Smith was relieved When they brought her a drink a great sigh she did heave, The pints of beer come rolling in And General Gordon he ordered a gin. But now my campaigns are all over I fear My hand it do shake and my eye is not clear And all on my stones these words you should fix He died, dead drunk, aged twenty-six. BORED OF THE DANCE As I walked down to the village hall I met Charlie leanin' on the wall "Why are you standin' out here, Char-lee?" "Cause I am bored of the dance!" said he! Dance! Dance! Whatever do they see? In prancin' round all the time, said he I'll leave them all to do it without me For I am bored of the dance, said he! I come to the dance with my girl, he said I told her that I'd rather go to bed, Oh yes I'm sure you would, said she, But first you'll come and dance with me! She said, You'll come and dance right now! But I weren't list'nin' when the caller told us how They "cast left," but "right" I went They danced on, but I ended in the "Gents'!" I drank with the Morris-men, James and John, They drank with me as the dance went on and on, We drank and we drank till it all went black. It's hard to dance when you're lyin' on your back! Oh, how she danced on the night they were wed She danced, he drank, and then they went to bed I'm afraid there's no more story to be told She was too hot, and he was out cold! BRING US IN HOT TEA Bring us in no rum, for that's a drink for sailors But bring us in hot tea, for that will never fail us. So bring us in hot tea, hot tea, and bring us in hot tea That's what the blessed ladies make, so bring us in hot tea. Bring us in no cider, for that will send us reeling But bring us in hot tea, Earl Gray, Ceylon or Darjeeling. Bring us in no white wine, for that don't cure no hot thirst But bring us in hot tea, and be sure to warm the pot first. Bring us in no snaps, for they are made with brandy But bring us in hot tea, and a strainer would be handy. Bring us in no gin, for that was mother's ruin But bring us in hot tea, and put a lump or two in. Bring us in no home brew, we're not inclined to risk it But bring us in hot tea, oh, and all right, just one biscuit. We'll drink no beer at Christmas, the good book tells the tale But bring us in hot tea, for the angels said, "no ale." DIDDLE 'EM DARBY Well, Darby is me name, sir. I've travelled the country round. I never takes a penny When I can take a pound, singin' I diddled 'em, Darby, I diddled 'em all. I diddled 'em Darby, I diddled 'em great and small. Well, when I kept an inn, sir I had a merry time. I watered all the beer, sir And likewise with the wine, singin' For, beer, it makes you healthy And water makes you hale. I did them all a kindness By serving Adam's ale, singin' When I kept the shop, sir I kept me message short. I had to keep me customers From eating more than they ought, singin' I charged them double prices And kept it in the tin. For money's the root of evil and so I saved them all from sin, singin' Well once I rode a stagecoach And never paid me fare. I jumped down from the box, sir When we was nearly there, singin' The horses were so tired, sir From pullin' their heavy load I did them all a kindness By jumping in the road, singin' Well, now me song is ended And every word is true, And if you believe me Then I've diddled you, singin' DOGS WHAT I HAD GOT Well one morning last autumn I was walking my dogs When the Duke of Wellington we did meet. Well Bonzo and Rover, they slobbered him all over, While Dido nearly knocked him off his feet. Well there was.... Dido, Fido, Bonzo and Rex Rover and Lassie and Spot There was Butch, there was Candy There was Patch and there was Sandy These were the dogs what I had got. Well don't worry sir I said, He won't hurt you that's just His way of saying he like you a lot. But he took my little dog, and he kicked him in the bog And said that's my way of showing I do not. There was..... Now the next dog being old, he was a trifle deaf He couldn't hear a single word I said. And so when I told him sit, he made an awful mess. When I cleaned it up I shot the bugger dead. That still left.... Now the next dog being daft, and not all the ticket He made straight away for the river. And there he did jump in, but the bugger couldn't swim That's the last we saw of him forever. There was..... They chased a rabbit o'er the plain, but that chased 'em back again Which put my poor old dogs in quite a stew. Now it's just 12 months today Since I heard the squire say "I should have them all put down, if I was you." There was..... LIGHTWEIGHT DIRGE Our master of old have now passed away. At peace and at rest, we may all see him lay. We've one consolation now we are unmastered. Until his last breath, he was a real bastard. Every man had a good word for he, But will not repeat it in company. His life it was long, which made ours seem longer. When we feed him hemlock, that just made him stronger. When we cut off his beard, and set fire to his stubble, He untied out cottages, and reduced them to rubble. He was fond of animals, especially of horses. So we pulled the plough while he went to racecourses. He also loved children and tried without cease, By night and by day, to make their numbers increase. On his common land, we had grazing rights. But you don't get fat eating grass every night. He gave us each year a long holiday. That came in the winter without any pay. Now he is gone, his life is complete. We will place a large stone at his head and his feet. These stones are all prepared, indeed, truth to tell, That was them falling on him that sent him to hell. FATTY GROVES A holiday, a holiday, and all the people dozed Lord Ormsby's wife went into the town, but everything was closed She couldn't get no shopping done, and so she looked around And there she saw big Fatty Groves a-lying on the ground "Go home, go home, you Fatty Groves, you are a drunken lout; Go home, go home, you Fatty Groves, you shouldn't be let out." "Oh I can't go home, and I won't go home, and I can't go home for my life For the ring off my finger I have lost, I'll be murdered by me wife "Well if I am quite frank with you, your wife is not at home, For she is in my husband's bed, and she is not alone. So as I've nothing else to do - no really not a thing - I might as well come back with you and help you find the ring." A servant who was standing there, just why nobody knows, He swore his cronies they should know before the pub was closed. And when he come to the broad millstream he did not see the plank And in his hurry to carry the news he fell on his belly and sank. Big Fatty and Lord Ormsby's wife they hunted high and wide, Till Fatty fell upon his bed and she fell by his side. Big Fatty Groves he got up to go and wash his face, When he returned Lady Ormsby's husband lay there in his place. Saying "Well, I like your feather bed and well, I like your sheets, And well, to be frank, I like your wife who lies in my arms asleep. "Stay there, stay there," said Fatty Groves, "I shall not rant and curse For you have got the better of me and I have got the worse." "Stout fellow," said Lady Ormsby's husband, "Taken like a man." But in then comes Mrs. Fatty Groves and in amazement stands. Saying "How do you like my feather bed, and how do you like my sheet And how do you like my curtains that I got in the sale last week?" And then up spoke Mrs. Fatty Groves, never heard to speak so cheap, "You told me you didn't like your wife, and now with her you sleep. Lady Ormsby's husband he jumped up and ran right out the door, "I didn't know it was her", he cried, and was never seen no more. Fatty fainted clean away at the closeness of the call, The ladies picked him up, and they leant him against the wall. They leant him up against the wall, and that was a disaster, For Fatty weighed full twenty stone and the wall just lathe and plaster. The wall gave way and Fatty fell, oh Fatty fell outside, And when he came to the broad pavement he fell on his head and he died. "A grave, a grave," the ladies cried "To bury Fatty in, But better you make it extra large, or you won't get him all in." "Now isn't that just typical," these ladies they did say, "The men can be relied upon to spoil a holiday." THE FEMALE HIGHWAYMAN It's of a female highwayman all on a summer's day She said a frolic I will have and dress in man's array And I'll ride out along the lea And hope my true love I shall see And there I'll test his constancy With a female highwayman. With a female highwayman With a female highwayman --last two lines of verse-- And so this female highwayman has mounted on a horse And she's rode out and there she's met her own true love, of course "Stand and deliver sir", she said, "Or if you don't I'll shoot you dead Or would you rather come to bed With a female highwayman?" So they jogged on together till they came unto an inn And there they called an ostler and boldly they walked in They called for liquors of the best, They went upstairs and got undressed What happened next can ne'er be guessed To the female highwayman For she's pulled off her breeches and likewise her jacket red She's taken off her velvet cape and lay upon the bed. Her true love in amazement stands It seems the end of all his plans For she has proved to be a man This female highwayman. Her true love stands like one amazed and at her did stare But when the joke he did find out he loudly did declare: "Fear not my love, it's time to smile" He threw his clothes down in a pile He was a female all the while For the female highwayman HOLLOW GROUND Oh I bought my wife a bread knife, hollow ground, hollow ground. A stainless Sheffield bread knife, hollow ground, hollow ground. But my missus didn't like it, bellowed loud, bellowed loud. She said she wouldn't take it, bellowed loud, bellowed loud. I felt sure she'd change her mind, mellow down, mellow down. And would once again prove kind, mellow down, mellow down. But she called me a young fool, callow clown, callow clown. To buy such a stupid tool, callow clown, callow clown. Oh the bread we have's all sliced, narrow rounds, narrow rounds. So should I be in a trice in narrow rounds, narrow rounds. Well her first blow that did pink me, shallow wound, shallow wound But her second blow did sink me, shallow wound, shallow wound. And now my wife has killed me, gallows bound, gallows bound. With my own good steel she filled me, gallows bound, gallows bound. And soon I shall be buried, fallow ground, fallow ground. To my grave I shall be ferried, fallow ground, fallow ground. Oh I bought my wife a bread knife, hollow ground, hollow ground. A stainless Sheffield bread knife, hollow ground, hollow ground. THE LOSING OF THE WHALE In eighteen hundred and forty-six On March the fourteenth day, I bought myself a calendar For we were bound away. We sailed from tacky guano And followed the seabird's flight, For we were hunting whales, me boys, At least we thought we might. We sailed for three long days and nights But saw no whales at all. The mate went up the mast to look While our captain went up the wall. We sailed for four more days and nights And still we had no luck; Till a whale come up for air, me boys And the mate cried, "Thar she suck!" The whale she lashed her tail, me boys, One man on deck took a glancing blow; But not so bad as our captain For he was wounded down below. Now the first to throw his harpoon out Was Valparaiso Luke. He hit her in the tail, me boys, But they said that was a fluke. Now we went in with our blubber hooks And the whale sunk down below; We caused her for to vomit, boys, And the mate cried, "Thar she throw!" Now we hauled that whale on deck, me boys, Amid many hearty cries; But that fish it was so huge, me boys, That our vessel did capsize. And our captain with remorse was filled Likewise with water too; "I'll no more hunt the whale," he cried, "If that's the last thing I don't do!" "I'll never more hunt that whale," he cried, And what's more, he was right. For the heavy seas bore down on him And carried him from our sight. And soon likewise we all were drowned None lived to tell the tale; Not one of us survived to tell Of how we lost that whale. OVERSTRAND As I was a walkin' along the seaside Along the shore at Overstrand I met with a body washed up by the tide Along the shore a long time ago I took him to Southrepps, the place he was born And straightway to Northrepps, the place he was known I emptied his bowels and pulled out his feet And garnished him over with parsley so sweet. I pulled out his toenails and likewise his teeth And sent them to Knapton wrapped up in a leaf I poked out his eye with a rusty old nail And emptied his giblets out into a pail I cut off his legs and likewise his arms And then I chopped off all his masculine charms I pulled out his liver, his kidneys as well Because he was dead, as best I could tell RIGHT UP THE MIDDLE As I walked out one June morning; One June morning so early. T'was there I spied a fair pretty maid, Just as her skirt was a rising. With me rhubarb pie, On the fiddle I, Right up the middle I go, Her stockings white her skirt was tight, Her suspenders shone like silver. She had a dark and a rolling eye, And another one quite similar. How old are you my fair pretty maid, How old are you my honey? I know you sort was her retort, And I'm not sixteen till Sunday. Will you take a man my fair pretty maid, Will you take a man my honey bright? She answered me most cheerfully, I dare not but my mummy might. So I went down to her mummy's house, Were a red light shone so clearly. But the girl come down and she let me in, And I laid in her arms till the morning. Oh soldier will you marry me, For I will have no one else. Oh no said I that just cannot be, For I'm not sixteen myself. THE UNMADE MAID A fair young maid of seventeen I am;, And I have never once laid with a man. But that's not through lack of trying, And that is why I'm sighing. And I'll tell you all about it if I can. So I sing oh dear, oh how can it be, I can't find a man that will satisfy me? Young Roger looked so handsome I could weep, With his hair of brown and eyes of blue so deep. At the wake I got excited, But my lust went unrequited. On the way back from the wake he fell asleep. On our farm a pretty ploughboy was employed, I made a tryst that he could not avoid. I took him to a shady wood, But that did me no good, For it was other pretty ploughboys he enjoyed. An old friar showed an interest in me charms, And I couldn't wait till I lay in his arms. But as he tripped to my bed, He tripped into the well instead, And that wasn't just his pride that came to harm. I met a man all on the beach one day, He had skin like silk as on the sand we lay. But before we got to sinnin' The tide come running in. And he turned into a seal and swam away. So you can see that I am still intact, Though that's certainly not effort that I lacked. When I've rumpled up me gown, The men have let me down. And I just can't do it all on my own back. SHE FELL DOWN THE STAIRS My young love she say to me My mother won't mind And my father won't care for with drink he is blind Then she staggered against me and this she did say Oh it will not be long love, till they're open again Then she swayed away from me And she fell down the stairs And dimly I heard her crash here and crash there The she went her way homeward just one over the eight And like the swan of the evening She fell into the lake Last night she came to me Dead drunk she came in So softly she belched, I could scarce smell the gin Then she leaned herself on me and this she did say Oh it will not be long love 'till they're open again SIDEWAYS And now the end is nigh, our business soon will be completed, But ere we say goodbye we've this to add, so please stay seated. For we have hunted crabs, both from the shores and in the tideways, But more, much more than that - we did it SIDEWAYS. What is a man? What has he got? If not eight legs, then he is not. Whate'er his part in the creation, Still he is not a true crustacean. The way to tell is like ourselves - they do it SIDEWAYS. Courgettes - we've had a few, but then again too few to mention They taste of nought at all, and always give us indigestion. So when we're in King's Lynn, where they are served in funny fried ways, We snort 'Please pass the port' - and do it SIDEWAYS. Once at a meal they gave us trout. We ate it up and spat it out. And though they stared and called us selfish We would not eat what was not shellfish. We could not stop, we had to hop - and did it SIDEWAYS. They say a man must do what he must do - that's why we did it. We've always hunted crabs, we're proud to say we never hid it. We meet young ladies sweet, who try to tempt us in untried ways But always love our wives - and do it SIDEWAYS. And now the end has come... SOUTHREPPS WASSAIL SONG All on this pleasant morning from Southrepps come we To ask a bag of sugar to sweeten our tea. If you can't spare a bag, then a cupfull will do. And if you can't spare that, well, bugger you. The master of this house in his rusty old chain Will stamp and swear and curse and he'll bitterly complain. He'll say he's most offended with his house we're bein' so bold, And if he had his way, we'd be left out in the cold. The mistress of this house with her stockings all torn Will rant and rave and curse the very hour we were born. And then she'll fall asleep and loudly she will snore. And when her body is at peace we hope her soul's at war The daughter of this house is a proper little whore, She's had all the blokes round here, and plenty more. And all her little children round the table do go Until they all get dizzy and fall down on the floor. This house and this arbour are in disrepair. I'd live all in my pigsty as soon as I'd live there. Your men and your maidens are rolling in the dew, Unless they all take care, they'll go down with the flu. Bad luck to this household, the season begun. Where you had ten apples, may you have one. Now we'll come no more nigh you until the next year, And the last thing we'll do is to wish you good cheer. TRUNCH WASSAIL SONG Here we come a wassailing all among the leaves That isn't very easy when they're still all on the trees Chorus Wassail, wassail, we'll tell you wassail That comes in bottles brown and pale Comes in bottles, so bring some here And we'll have a happy new year Let us now be thankful that the old year has departed But there's no time for feast before another one has started Chorus Now the year has passed away, cast away your sins There's lots of lovely new ones as another year begins Chorus Pouring cider on the apple trees seems rather wrong We'll drink it first and then we'll water the trees before too long Chorus Bring food from off your table and beer from out o' your barrel For If you don't we'll stop and sing another ancient carol THE VILLAGE PIMP He's a man who takes a liberated view; If you ask him he will fix a rendezvous, If you'd like to spend a night of unparalleled delight. Then he'll see you right, he is the village pimp, The village pimp, The village Pimp, The village P_I_M_P, pimples on the pimp. La dee dah and Fall dee rall dee ray There are rusty cars and worn out beds and tins, And there are piles of rubbish thrown from peoples bins, And there are dirty magazines and a tatty pair of jeans. That's the eyesore of the village that's the dump. The village dump, the village dump, The village D_U_M_P, dump the rubbish dump. Well there's a slummocking great mawther that we know, As she walks along she wobbles to and fro, Like a bus she's been designed and there's another one behind. She is what the boys all call the village rump, The village rump, the village rump, The village R_U_M_P, blimey what a rump. When he hobble through the village with a stick, He's bent almost double, He can't move to quick. In the belfry there he dwells where he swings among the bells, He's the village Quasimodo with the hump. The village hump, the village hump, The village H_U_M_P, shoulders with a hump. If the ministry of agriculture calls, Requesting paperwork that drives you up the walls. Don't get tied up like spaghetti just call for the Olivetti. Of the girl who'll help you out the village temp. The village temp, The village temp, The village T_E_M_P temporary temp. Well every Christmas time we book a bar and a band, With a woman and a pint in either hand. Well we must look a real sensation in our improper formation, As we dance the light fantastic at the romp. The village romp, the village romp, The village R_O_M_P, stomping at the romp. Well in the back room of the pub they whisper low, 'Bout something that our bobby'd like to know, If he knew just what they got, then he'd confiscate the lot. There's a new supply arrived the village hemp. The village hemp, the village hemp, The village H_E_M_P, the dopes have got some hemp. The other day we met a certain VIP, Who represents us on the EEC, He drove a limousine such as we had never seen, And impressed us with his circumstance and pomp. The village pomp, the village pomp, The village Euro MP, Pomp, pomp, pomp. THE WILD MOUNTING TIME Oh the Springtime that is coming, And the girls are in a dither. 'Tis the Wild Mounting Time And I am wondering whether Do you go Lassie go And will we go together At the Wild Mounting Time Or will I get Blooming Heather Do you go lassie go? My love is like a swan With the lightness of its feather, But her friend is like a goose And they call her Bloomin' Heather I will build my love a mower And cut down that Bloomin' Heather Then at the Wild Mounting Time My love will be mine forever If my truelove she won't go Then I surely will not bother For at the Wild Mountain Time I could even fancy Heather. |
Subject: RE: Project and LyrReq: The Kipper Family From: *#1 PEASANT* Date: 24 Nov 02 - 09:47 PM I am interested in contact information concerning Kipper Family lyric publishing permission. In particular for the Trunch Wassail. Any addresses? Conrad cbladey@bcpl.net |
Subject: RE: Project and LyrReq: The Kipper Family From: GUEST Date: 25 Nov 02 - 08:15 AM Conrad Try Chris Sugden 10 Perseverance Rd, Queensbury, Bradford, England BD13 1LY But be aware that he must be a very busy fellow at the moment, trying to be Sid Kipper with his Xmas Cod Pieces and all This is normally his merchandise / Trunch Trumpet address, not really sure what the arrangement is there. Justin |
Subject: Lyr Add: THE BONNY SPOTTED CUCKOO From: justinkipper Date: 27 Nov 02 - 03:07 PM THE BONNY SPOTTED CUCKOO (Vocals: Ruby and P.C.Chubb)
On the 14th of May at the break of the day
I met a young girl with her cheeks as a rose
Oh no, I insisted, you misunderstand
My dear pretty maiden, it is surely no riddle
I am sure that my wishes could fit in with yours
With that the girl turned away and was gone
(Out on speech) dun by Justin - cheers |
Subject: RE: Project and LyrReq: The Kipper Family From: Eclipse Date: 27 Nov 02 - 07:49 PM Justin, Thank you :) :) -Eclipse |
Subject: Lyr Add: THE CONSTANT LIAR From: justinkipper Date: 03 Dec 02 - 03:10 PM THE CONSTANT LIAR My Johnny lies over and over My Johnny he's lied since his youth He says all the time that he'll leave me; Oh how I wish that was the truth. Take back, take back, oh take back my Johnny from me, from me; Take back, take back, oh take back my Johnny from me. One night as I lay on my pillow He promised buy me a bed; He swore that he'd give up his gambling - He bet me a guinea he would. Chorus My Johnny he lies on the sofa, He gives me a wink and a nod; I'd have to be dead as a dodo, Before I lie under the sod. Chorus My Johnny lies in in the morning, While I take the children to school; Then I go to work just to keep him - So which one of us is a fool? Chorus My Johnny lies under the ocean, My Johnny lies under the sea, I just couldn't stand him no longer - I drowned him first thing after tea. Chorus This was sent to me by Chris Sugden (who ever he is) for inclusion on the unoffical Trunch Trumpet |
Subject: Lyr Add: (DO THE) ROCK OF AGES From: Les from Hull Date: 13 Dec 02 - 02:24 PM (DO THE) ROCK OF AGES Mary was a groovy chick Joseph he was really hip But neither of these two could say How she got in the family way What you gonna tell your Ma? What you gonna tell your Pa? They didn't know what to say to them So they boogied on down to Bethlehem Do the Rock of Ages, Do the Bethlehem Bop Do the Rock of Ages, Hurry to the Holy Hop When they got there it sure looked bad They could not find themselves a pad They asked a man bur he said "Naw There ain't no room at the coffee bar" Now Mary said "Now dig this Clive I'm up the spout and all that jive He says "Hard cheese, that's the rule But you can use the garage and they said, "Cool" So Mary had a little kid And I don't mean a goat if you thought I did She wrapped that babe so small and teeny If a yellow polka dot bikini Three wise guys thanked their lucky star When the found the garage by the coffee bar "Come on Daddy-o don't be selfish Where's the King, and we don't mean Elvis" Well up the hill at twelve o'clock The shepherds rocked around the flock Then down came this Holy Roller Says I've got the best news since Pepsi-Cola So now all these shepherd geezers Wanted to rock the Baby Jesus After they'd done that for a while They said "See you later, crocodile" So if you want to be with it You'll make JC a great big hit Make him number one on your jukebox And we'll all do the Rock of Ages Rock |
Subject: RE: Project and LyrReq: The Kipper Family From: justinkipper Date: 14 Dec 02 - 03:46 PM Sorry I should attribute 'The Constant Liar' (above but one) to Sid Kipper and Chris Sugden, naughty me (don't know why there is a shop link to the orginal version of the song it is supposed to parody, but I guess ol' Mudcat knows best. Justin |
Subject: RE: Project and LyrReq: The Kipper Family From: Mr Happy Date: 14 Dec 02 - 04:01 PM anybody got words for 'good king wenceslaus- look out!' or other traditional kipper family carols? |
Subject: RE: Project and LyrReq: The Kipper Family From: GUEST,DaveH Date: 21 Dec 02 - 02:07 PM Does anyone have the lyrics to "The Poacher's Christmas" from the Kipper Family album "The Ever Decreasing Circle?" |
Subject: RE: Project and LyrReq: The Kipper Family From: GUEST,Justin Kipper Date: 30 Dec 02 - 01:00 PM check the unofficial trunch trumpet http://www.geocities.com/trunch trumpet they lyrics are on there for the Poachers Xmas sorry I dont have time to cut and paste as I am at work Justin |
Subject: RE: Project and LyrReq: The Kipper Family From: GUEST,justin kipper Date: 31 Dec 02 - 01:28 PM http://www.geocities.com/trunchtrumpet sorry typed it wrong |
Subject: RE: Project and LyrReq: The Kipper Family From: Born to be wild Date: 14 Jan 03 - 11:42 AM I'm trying to track down the lyrics to 'Jam Tomorrow' by the Kippers. I think I have all the verses except the first. Can anyone help please? |
Subject: RE: Project and LyrReq: The Kipper Family From: GUEST,ClaireBear Date: 14 Jan 03 - 12:59 PM Thank you all for this wonderful thread and resource. Many of these are entirely new to me -- a Kipper feast! A small correction: in Snuffy's lyrics, the "Southrepps Wassail Song" ought, I think, to be titled "the Southrepps May Song." |
Subject: RE: Project and Lyr Req: The Kipper Family From: Dave Hanson Date: 05 Jul 05 - 03:45 AM Can someone remove these advertisments for poker threads by absolut421 etc. I find the an afront to this great music website. eric |
Subject: RE: Project and Lyr Req: The Kipper Family From: GUEST,jacqui.c Date: 05 Jul 05 - 10:38 AM Anyone know where I can get hold of a copy of the Kipper Family Songbook - now sadly out of print and can't even find it on Ebay! |
Subject: RE: Project and Lyr Req: The Kipper Family From: rogerkipper Date: 13 Jul 07 - 03:28 PM I've got a copy of Since Time Immoral: the Kipper Family songbook. It's up on Ebay right now! Rog |
Subject: RE: Project and Lyr Req: The Kipper Family From: nutty Date: 14 Jul 07 - 07:59 AM definitely worth trying ebay. There is a copy for sale (abe books) in the US for £140 - absolutely amazing. Obviously no one has told the bookseller that the whole thing is a send-up. See Here |
Subject: RE: Project and Lyr Req: The Kipper Family From: robd Date: 07 Dec 10 - 01:19 PM I was reminded of the fact that I meant to, ought to have, but did not fulfill my duty to give up, at the end, all of the lyrics I'd collected back in that long ago time. And for that, I apologize. Intended to, thought I actually did -- faulty memories abound. But never got back to it, life intervened. Never did complete all the the lyrics, nor did I ever get any of the Crab Wars transcribed. Maybe someday. But, here are the collected song booklets as I managed to finally put together. They are all Microsoft Word. Formatted as Booklets, they are intended to be printed two sided, and they then come out as a nice little 5.5"x8.5" booklet. I also include a plain text version. Forgive me my trespasses, and especially, my omissions:
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Subject: RE: Project and Lyr Req: The Kipper Family From: GUEST Date: 02 May 12 - 06:31 AM Does anyone have a copy of the lyrics for "Day Trip to Hemsby?" |
Subject: RE: Project and Lyr Req: The Kipper Family From: MoorleyMan Date: 12 Dec 23 - 10:28 AM It's probably too much to expect from a post over a decade old (ha!), but the booklet links on robd's post above are now non-functioning, the pages all comes up as "This site can't be reached" and "the connection was reset" - but (helpfully) not stating where and how the site was reset to and how it may now be reached! Or perhaps now is the time for this thread to be updated with a listing of current sources which can be used to acquire the Kippersong treasury, especially since it is now no longer possible to order any books (or indeed CDs) directly from Kipper HQ.
-Joe Offer- |
Subject: RE: Project and Lyr Req: The Kipper Family From: Reinhard Date: 12 Dec 23 - 12:03 PM https://www.kipperfamily.co.uk/home/old-songs/ has some lyrics. |
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