Song Chain

Subject: RE: Song Chain
From: tijuanatime
Date: 20 Jan 12 - 04:19 AM

His children came around him with their prittle prattling stories
With their prittle prattling stories to drive care away
Now they are united, like birds of one feather
Like bees in one hive, contented they'll be


Spencer The Rover

Subject: RE: Song Chain
From: John MacKenzie
Date: 20 Jan 12 - 05:34 AM

"So now he is a living in his cottage contented
With woodbine and roses growing all around his door
He's as happy as those who have thousands of riches
Contented he'll stay and go a rambling no more

Thousands or More

Subject: RE: Song Chain
From: The Walrus
Date: 20 Jan 12 - 08:02 AM

With the mention of cotages, I'll lower the tone a little....

"See the quiet country cottage
Where her grieving parents live
'Though they drink the fizz she sends them
Still they never can forgive...

Oh it's the same the whole world over
It's the poor what gets the blame
It's the rich what gets the pleasure
Ain't it just a bleedin' shame..."


Tom

Subject: RE: Song Chain
From: Barb'ry
Date: 20 Jan 12 - 09:21 AM

Ain't it just a bleedin' shame..."


l stepped up to her, more closely to view her,
When on me she cast a look of disdain,
Saying, "Young man, stand off me and do not come near me
l work for my living and think it no shame."

Factory Girl
Although we always sing it as 'Factory Girl'

Subject: RE: Song Chain
From: GUEST,Don Wise
Date: 20 Jan 12 - 11:31 AM

"I work for my living..............."

Sometimes a shuttle flies out,
Gives some poor woman a clout,
There she lies bleeding and nobody's heeding
Who's going to carry her out?

Poverty Knock

Subject: RE: Song Chain
From: Flash Company
Date: 20 Jan 12 - 12:53 PM

I'm a four loom weaver, as any man knows,
I've nowt to eat an' I've pawned all me clothes,
Clogs are all brocken an' stockin's I've none
Tha wudden gee tuppence for all I've geeten on!

FC

Subject: RE: Song Chain
From: The Walrus
Date: 20 Jan 12 - 09:02 PM

"...Tha wudden gee tuppence for all I've geeten on!"

"I've got sixpence, jolly, jolly sixpence,
I've got sixpence to last me all my life,
I've got tuppence to spend & tuppence to lend
And tuppence to send hope to my wife"

Tom

Subject: RE: Song Chain
From: tijuanatime
Date: 21 Jan 12 - 09:35 AM

When we have all sheared our jolly, jolly sheep,
What joy can be greater than to talk of their increase.

Rosebud in June

Subject: RE: Song Chain
From: Flash Company
Date: 21 Jan 12 - 09:47 AM

Click go the shears boys, click, click, click

Then I loose that one, not very good on Aussie songs, Joybell, where are you? Help!

FC

Subject: RE: Song Chain
From: Suegorgeous
Date: 21 Jan 12 - 08:44 PM

Boys and girls, come out to play,
The moon doth shine as bright as day.
Leave your supper, and leave your sleep,
And join your playfellows in the street.

Come with a whoop, and come with a call,
Come with a good will or come not at all.
Up the ladder and down the wall,
A penny loaf will serve us all.

Subject: RE: Song Chain
From: The Walrus
Date: 21 Jan 12 - 08:53 PM

2Oh the Shearing's not for You"

Tom

Subject: RE: Song Chain
From: John MacKenzie
Date: 22 Jan 12 - 04:41 AM

Banks of the Condamine

Subject: RE: Song Chain
From: The Walrus
Date: 22 Jan 12 - 05:17 AM

"Oh I'll cut off my yellow hair and go along with you
I'll dress myself in men's attire and be a shearer too
I'll cook and count your tally, love while, ringer, you will shine?
And I'll wash your greasy moleskins on the banks of the Condamine."

this cross dressing makes me think of...


Martinmas Time

It fell out upon one Martinmas time
When snow lay on the border
There came a troop of soldiers here
To take up their winter quarters

And they road high and they rode north
And they rode o'er the border
And there they met with a nice, little girl
She was a farmer's daughter

Well, they made her swear a solemn oath
A salt tear in her eye
That she would come to the quarter gates
When no one would her spy

But she's gone to the barber's shop
And to the barber's shop went soon
She made them cut off her long, yellow hair
As short as any dragoon

And she's gone to the tailor's shop
And dressed in soldier's clothes
With two long pistols down by her side
A nice, little boy was she

And she's gone to the quarter gates
And loudly she does call
"There comes a troop of soldiers here
We must have lodgings all"

And the quartermaster, he comes down
He gives her half a crown
"Go find your lodgings in the town
Tonight there is no room"

So she moved closer to the gates
And louder she does call
"Room, room, you gentlemen
We must have lodgings all"

And the quartermaster, he comes down
He gives her eighteen pence
"Go find your lodgings in the town
Tonight here comes a wench"

So she took a pistol from her side
She blew it loud and shrill
"You're all very free with your eighteen pence
You're not for a girl at all"

And she took the garter from her knee
The ribbon from her hair
She tied them 'round the quarter gates
A token she'd been there

And when they found that it was her
They tried to have her taken
She slapped her spurs to her horse's side
She galloped home a maiden

Subject: RE: Song Chain
From: MGM·Lion
Date: 22 Jan 12 - 05:43 AM

Antepenultimate verse ~~ surely a whistle she took from her side?

"Room, room, you gentlemen"

Room for company
Here come good fellows...

Subject: RE: Song Chain
From: tijuanatime
Date: 22 Jan 12 - 01:23 PM

Horse-coursers, carriers, blacksmiths and farriers,
Room for company in Batholomew Fair


Country Carrier

Subject: RE: Song Chain
From: MGM·Lion
Date: 22 Jan 12 - 02:01 PM

Much too much to list here from The Carter Family ~~

But how about a Wildwood Flower or two?

Subject: RE: Song Chain
From: The Walrus
Date: 22 Jan 12 - 09:10 PM

MtheGM ,

"...Antepenultimate verse ~~ surely a whistle she took from her side?

"Room, room, you gentlemen"...

Apologies, I cribbed the entire text from a web site and I'm afraid I didn't check it

Tom

Subject: RE: Song Chain
From: tijuanatime
Date: 23 Jan 12 - 06:31 AM

When I woke from my dreaming, my idol was clay
All portion of love had all flown away.


The Unquiet Grave

Subject: RE: Song Chain
From: Flash Company
Date: 23 Jan 12 - 10:26 AM

Cold blows the wind tonight my love,
And softly falls the rain,
I never had but one true love,
In greenwood she lies slain
FC

Subject: RE: Song Chain
From: John MacKenzie
Date: 23 Jan 12 - 10:38 AM

A Hard Rain's a Gonna Fall

Subject: RE: Song Chain
From: Flash Company
Date: 23 Jan 12 - 10:39 AM

And speaking of slain in the greenwood :-

It is rumoured in the kitchen, an it's whispered in the hall,
The broom blooms bonny, the broom blooms fair,
That the King's daughter gans wi' a bairn by her brother,
And they darenae gae doon tea the broom any mair

(Sheath & Knife)

FC

Subject: RE: Song Chain
From: Barb'ry
Date: 23 Jan 12 - 10:53 AM

Oh the broom, the bonny bonny broom
The broom o'Cowdenknowes'

Broom o'Cowdenknowes

Subject: RE: Song Chain
From: GUEST,Suibhne Astray
Date: 23 Jan 12 - 11:04 AM

Be she green or grey; be she black or fair,
Let her be a woman - I shall seek nae mair!
Buy broom buzzems etc....

Subject: RE: Song Chain
From: John MacKenzie
Date: 23 Jan 12 - 12:53 PM

When Yellow's on the Broom

Subject: RE: Song Chain
From: MGM·Lion
Date: 23 Jan 12 - 01:14 PM

Oh the brown and the yellow ale

Subject: RE: Song Chain
From: GUEST,Suibhne Astray
Date: 23 Jan 12 - 03:15 PM

Whether to marry fair Eleander now -
Or bring the brown girl home, home home...

Subject: RE: Song Chain
From: Joe_F
Date: 23 Jan 12 - 06:07 PM

Vemen tzu nemen un nisht farshnemen...

Subject: RE: Song Chain
From: tijuanatime
Date: 24 Jan 12 - 02:31 PM

And I'll gang nae mair a'rovin',
A—rovin' in the nicht.
I'll gang nae mair a'rovin',
Though the moon shine ne'er sae bricht


The Jolly Beggar

Subject: RE: Song Chain
From: The Walrus
Date: 25 Jan 12 - 08:48 AM

From a Jolly Begger to a Wooing Rogue

Come live with me and be my Whore,
And we will beg from door to door,
Then under a hedge we'll sit and louse us,
Until the Beadle comes to rouse us.
And if they'll give us no relief,
Thou shalt turn Whore and I'll turn Thief,
Thou shall turn Whore and I'll turn Thief.

If thou canst rob, then I can steal,
And we'll eat Roast-meat every meal:
Aye we'll eat roast meats every day,
And throw our mouldy Crusts away,
And twice a day we will be drunk,
And then at night I'll kiss my Punk,
And then at night I'll kiss my Punk.

And when we both shall have the Pox,
We then shall want both Shirts and Smocks,
To shift each others mangy hide,
That is with Itch so pockifi'd;
We'll take some clean ones from a hedge,
And leave our old ones for a pledge,
And leave our old ones for a pledge.

Subject: RE: Song Chain
From: Barb'ry
Date: 25 Jan 12 - 10:10 AM

My father's a hedger and ditcher
My mother does nothing but spin
They say I'm a pretty young girl
But the money comes slowly in

Hedger and Ditcher

Subject: RE: Song Chain
From: John MacKenzie
Date: 25 Jan 12 - 11:47 AM

Old Maid in a Garrett

Subject: RE: Song Chain
From: Suegorgeous
Date: 25 Jan 12 - 08:24 PM

As I went down yon heathery moor,
I met a bonnie wee lassie,
She winked at me and passed me by,
And oh but she was handsome,

With me twatikan notikan nuntin ni
With me twatikan notikan ni do

Where are you going my bonnie wee lass
Where are ye going my honey
Quite mannerly she answered me,
"On a message for me mammy"

Oh what's your age me bonnie wee lass
Oh what's your age me honey
Quite mannerly she answered me
"I'll be 16 come next Sunday"

Oh where do ye live my bonnie wee lass
Oh where do you live my honey
Quite mannerly she answered me
"Oh down in yon green valley"

Oh where do you lie me bonnie wee lass
Oh where do you lie me honey
Quite mannerly she answered me
"In a bed behind me mammy"

Will ye marry me my bonnie wee lass
Will ye marry me my honey
Quite mannerly she answered me
"Will ye wait till I ask me mammy"

If I go down tomorrow night
When the moon is shining clearly
Will ye open the door and let me in
And your mammy she won't hear me

As went down to the house
Her mammy chanced to hear me
She pulled her daughter by the hair
And hit her three times over

Subject: RE: Song Chain
From: John MacKenzie
Date: 26 Jan 12 - 04:05 AM

Connection?

Subject: RE: Song Chain
From: Barb'ry
Date: 26 Jan 12 - 04:14 AM

And oh but she was handsome,

Handsome Cabin Boy

Subject: RE: Song Chain
From: billybob
Date: 26 Jan 12 - 08:12 AM

Loving Hannah.

My love is young and handsome
her waist is neat and small
and she is so goodlooking
and thats best of all.

Subject: RE: Song Chain
From: GUEST
Date: 26 Jan 12 - 09:09 PM

"...My love is young and handsome
her waist is neat and small..."

The Cuckoo's Nest

"...Some like a girl who is pretty in the face
and some like a girl who is slender in the waist
But give me a girl who will wriggle and will twist
At the bottom of the belly lies the cuckoo's nest..."

Tom

Subject: RE: Song Chain
From: The Walrus
Date: 27 Jan 12 - 03:23 AM

Sorry, the last post was me.

Tom

Subject: RE: Song Chain
From: tijuanatime
Date: 27 Jan 12 - 03:31 AM

wrote him a letter in red rosy lines
He wrote back an answer all twisted and twined
Saying: Keep your love-letters and I will keep mine,
You write to your love and I'll write to mine.


Green Grows The Laurel

Subject: RE: Song Chain
From: John MacKenzie
Date: 08 Feb 12 - 07:03 AM

The Wearing of the Green

Subject: RE: Song Chain
From: Joe_F
Date: 08 Feb 12 - 10:18 PM

Green grow the rushes, ho!

Subject: RE: Song Chain
From: John MacKenzie
Date: 16 Feb 12 - 01:09 PM

Rushes = Moses

Moses Ri-Toora-Li-ay


Traditional



The policeman walked out, oh so proud on his beat
When a vision came to him of stars on his sleeve
"Promotion," he whispered "I'll try for today
So come with me Moses Ri-toora-li-ay"

"Come tell me your name" says the limb of the law
To the little fat man selling wares on the straw
"What's that sir? Me name sir? Why, 'tis there on display
And it's Moses Ri-toora-li-loora-li-ay"

The trial it came on and it lasted a week
One judge said German another said Greek
"Prove you're Irish" said the policeman "and beyond it say nay"
And we'll sit on it Moses Ri-toora-li-ay"

The prisoner stepped up there as stiff as a crutch
"Are you Irish or English or German or Dutch?"
"I'm a Jew sir, I'm a Jew sir, that came over to stay
And my name it is Moses Ri-toora-li-ay"

"We're two of a kind" said the judge to the Jew
You're a cousin of Briscoe and I am one too
This numbskull has blundered and for it will pay"
"Wisha, that's right" says Moses Ri-toora-li-ay

There's a garbage collector who works down our street
Who once was a policeman, the pride of his beat
And he moans all the night and he groans all the day
Singing "Moses Ri-toora-li-loora-li-ay"

Subject: RE: Song Chain
From: MGM·Lion
Date: 16 Feb 12 - 01:38 PM

Moses supposes his toeses are roses

Subject: RE: Song Chain
From: Joe_F
Date: 16 Feb 12 - 04:09 PM

That's Mysterious Mose.

Subject: RE: Song Chain
From: Flash Company
Date: 17 Feb 12 - 09:30 AM

I believe (Old Man)
I believe (Old Man)
I believe (Old Man)
That Old Man Mose is dead!

From Louis Armstrong, 'They is all folk-songs, aint never heard a hoss sing one!'

FC

Subject: RE: Song Chain
From: Snuffy
Date: 17 Feb 12 - 09:34 AM

I knew her old father, old man.
I knew her old father, old man.
I knew her old man
He blowed in the band
Goin' up Camborne Hill comin' down

Subject: RE: Song Chain
From: YorkshireYankee
Date: 18 Feb 12 - 12:44 AM

Maids, when you're young, never wed...

Subject: RE: Song Chain
From: Flash Company
Date: 18 Feb 12 - 10:41 AM

For an old man he is old,
For an old man he is grey,
But a young man's heart is full of love
Get away, old man, get away!

FC

Subject: RE: Song Chain
From: YorkshireYankee
Date: 18 Feb 12 - 10:46 AM

Old Man River

Subject: RE: Song Chain
From: John MacKenzie
Date: 18 Feb 12 - 10:48 AM

Duncan Gray

Subject: RE: Song Chain
From: YorkshireYankee
Date: 18 Feb 12 - 11:11 AM

Well, well... much to my surprise, this one's not in the DT already:

Oh there come a young man to my Daddy's door
My Daddy's door
My Daddy's door
There come a young man to my Daddy's door
Come seekin' me to woo

Chorus (between each verse):
And ah but he was a bonny young man
A brisk young man and a braw young man
Ah but he was a bonny young man
Come seekin' me to woo

I took him in, into the bring (kitchen)
I gave him bread & ale to drink
But ne'er a broon eye would he blink
Until his wain was foo

There lay a broon dog before the door
Before the door, before the door
There lay a broon dog before the door
And there he tripped & fell

Then out come the old man & high(sp?) did he shout
And out come the old wife and Lord, did she lout (sp?)
And all 12 neighbours gathered about
And there he lay, it's true

Then out come I with a sneer & a smile
And I said "Young man, you have us beguiled
You came here to woo, now you're all defiled
And we'll ha' no more o' you!"


Heard some people sing this at a local festival in the Detroit area when I was a teenager and fell in love with it; afraid I don't know anything else about it really, except they introduced it as a song about the "utter humiliation" of a young man who was apparently more interested in the food than the girl he was supposedly "wooing"...