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Lyr Add: The Pace Egging Song 2020 (John Prior)
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Subject: RE: Lyr Add: The Pace Egging Song 2020 (John Prior) From: Bonzo3legs Date: 01 Apr 20 - 06:39 AM Great stuff!! |
Subject: RE: Lyr Add: The Pace Egging Song 2020 (John Prior) From: Mick Tems Date: 01 Apr 20 - 06:16 AM Breaking news: John has created on video some new topical verses on The Pace Egging Song! |
Subject: RE: Lyr Add: The Pace Egging Song 2020 (John Prior) From: GUEST Date: 31 Mar 20 - 03:54 PM Sorry for the typo - should be 'With Covid-19 on the rampage...' |
Subject: RE: Lyr Add: The Pace Egging Song 2020 (John Prior) From: Steve Shaw Date: 31 Mar 20 - 11:43 AM Isn't Dominic Raab's surname supposed to be his 'O' Level grades? "R! A A B!" I'll be singing that to Mrs Steve presently! |
Subject: The Pace Egging Song 2020 (John Prior) From: GUEST,Mick Tems Date: 31 Mar 20 - 11:35 AM With Covid-19 no the rampage, all the Easter traditions will be looking pretty dismal and very quiet. John Prior of Llandaff, Cardiff has added three satirical verses to The Pace Egging Song, performed by Lancashire Pace Eggers. John is a Llantrisant Folk Club member who used to work for the Arts Council of Wales; he devised the Night Out/ Noson Allan Scheme, which many entertainment venues, including folk clubs and folk musicians, find it possible to put on spectacular shows. Pace-Egging Song 2020 (John Prior) TRADITIONAL OPENING VERSES: Here’s one, two, three jolly lads all in one mind We are come a-pace-egging and we hope you’ll prove kind And we hope you’ll prove kind with your eggs and strong beer For we’ll come no more nigh you until the next year. The first to come in is Lord Nelson you’ll see With a bunch of blue ribbons tied round by his knee And a star on his breast that like silver do shine And I hope he remembers it’s pace egging time JOHN PRIOR’S 2020 VERSES: The next to come in is young Dominic Raab He’s the Queen’s Foreign Secret’ry; yes, that’s his job But before he got started he had to be taught ‘Cos he hadn’t learned yet that Dover’s a port. The next to come in is Miss Priti Patel She tells Civil Servants they can go to hell She swears and she tells them “Get out of my face!” From a Home Secretary that’s not very naice. The next to come in is young Boris the Boss For truth and convention he don’t give a toss He says things are ‘fantastic’, but think what that means The whole thing’s a fantasy built on his dreams. TRADITIONAL CLOSING VERSES: And the last to come in is old Toss Pot you’ll see He’s a valiant old fellow in every degree He’s a valiant old fellow, and he wears a pigtail And all his delight is in drinking mulled ale Come ladies and gentlemen sat by your fire Put your hands in your pockets to feed our desire Put your hand in your pockets, pull out sov’reigns bright If you give none we’ll get none - Farewell and good night! |
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