Songs to the John Brown/Battle Hymn tune

Subject: RE: Songs to the John Brown/Battle Hymn tune
From: Tattie Bogle
Date: 21 Dec 18 - 08:56 PM

Jim McLean's recent Brexit song (on another thread) is to this tune too.

Subject: RE: Songs to the John Brown/Battle Hymn tune
From: GUEST,tuvya
Date: 19 Dec 18 - 08:31 PM

With apologies to Ralph Chaplin, here's Judy Bari's parody:

When the union leaders’ payoffs by the bosses have begun,

There will be no labor trouble anywhere beneath the sun,

For the AFL trade unions and the management are one:

The union keeps us down.

Aristocracy forever, Aristocracy forever,

Aristocracy forever, the union keeps us down.



It is we who have to suffer through the daily drudgery

While Lane Kirkland pulls a hundred thousand dollar salary;

Though he claims to lead the workers, he is just a bourgeoisie;

The union keeps us down.

Aristocracy forever, Aristocracy forever,

Aristocracy forever, the union keeps us down.



What do workers hold in common with a labor bureaucrat

Who’s a class collaborationist and bosses diplomat?

With the money from our paychecks, he is sitting getting fat

While the union keeps us down.

Aristocracy forever, Aristocracy forever,

Aristocracy forever, the union keeps us down.



They’ve aligned us with the mafia, the CIA, and more

Serving counterrevolution and oppression of the poor

‘Til the union doesn’t represent our int’rests anymore:

The union keeps us down.

Aristocracy forever, Aristocracy forever,

Aristocracy forever, the union keeps us down.



In our hands, we hold a power they don’t even know about;

They’ve forgotten that the workers are the union’s source of clout;

When the rank-and-file workers kick the union bosses out,

Again, we will be strong.

Solidarity forever, Solidarity forever,

Solidarity forever, again, we will be strong.



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ith apologies to Ralph Chaplin; This is from Judy Bari:

When the union leaders’ payoffs by the bosses have begun,

There When the union leaders’ payoffs by the bosses have begun,

There will be no labor trouble anywhere beneath the sun,

For the AFL trade unions and the management are one:

The union keeps us down.

Aristocracy forever, Aristocracy forever,

Aristocracy forever, the union keeps us down.



It is we who have to suffer through the daily drudgery

While Lane Kirkland pulls a hundred thousand dollar salary;

Though he claims to lead the workers, he is just a bourgeoisie;

The union keeps us down.

Aristocracy forever, Aristocracy forever,

Aristocracy forever, the union keeps us down.



What do workers hold in common with a labor bureaucrat

Who’s a class collaborationist and bosses diplomat?

With the money from our paychecks, he is sitting getting fat

While the union keeps us down.

Aristocracy forever, Aristocracy forever,

Aristocracy forever, the union keeps us down.



They’ve aligned us with the mafia, the CIA, and more

Serving counterrevolution and oppression of the poor

‘Til the union doesn’t represent our int’rests anymore:

The union keeps us down.

Aristocracy forever, Aristocracy forever,

Aristocracy forever, the union keeps us down.



In our hands, we hold a power they don’t even know about;

They’ve forgotten that the workers are the union’s source of clout;

When the rank-and-file workers kick the union bosses out,

Again, we will be strong.

Solidarity forever, Solidarity forever,

Solidarity forever, again, we will be strong.

Subject: RE: Songs to the John Brown/Battle Hymn tune
From: Jack Campin
Date: 23 Oct 17 - 10:06 AM

And from Denmark:

General Napoleon

Subject: RE: Songs to the John Brown/Battle Hymn tune
From: Shimmering
Date: 07 Jun 17 - 07:20 AM

Complex Numbers Song ...

Mine eyes have seen the glory of the Argand diagram,
They have seen the i's and thetas of De Moivre's mighty plan.
Now I can find the complex roots with consummate elan,
With the root of minus one.

Chorus:
Complex numbers are so easy
Complex numbers are so easy
Complex numbers are so easy
With the root of minus one.

In Cartesian coordinates the complex plane is fine,
But the grandeur of the polar form its beauty doth outshine.
You'll be raising i + 40 to the power of 99,
With the root of minus one.

You'll realise your understanding was just second rate,
When you see the power and magic of the complex conjugate.
Drawing vectors corresponding to the roots of minus eight,
With the root of minus one.

I don't know who wrote this. It was circulating on the internet in about 1995-6.
I've also sung it around that same time.

Subject: ADD: The Lucretia Mott Song (Margaret Hope Bacon)
From: Joe Offer
Date: 07 Jun 17 - 04:46 AM

And another:

THE LUCRETIA MOTT SONG
(Margaret Hope Bacon)

On the island of Nantucket she was born beside the sea
All her long life she fought bravely to make slaves and women free
And she told us that where God dwells there must be true liberty
And her light still shines for me

Chorus:
Thank thee kindly, Friend Lucretia (3x)
For thy light still shines for me

In the town of Philadelphia she hid the fleeing slaves
For the freedom of her sisters she dared cross the ocean waves
And she asked Ulysses Grant to grant a pardon for the braves...

"Let's bring an end to poverty" the gentle Quaker pled
"Let's give the workers all a chance to earn their daily bread
Let the nations live in peace again just as our Lord has said"...

Throughout the busy cities and across the countryside
She preached one simple message, "Oh, let Truth be e'er thy guide
Mind the light within thee and let love with thee abide"...

#281 in the Quaker Worship in Song Hymnal
Melody: "Battle Hymn of the Republic"
Source: http://bettermost.net/forum/index.php?topic=46125.505;wap2

Subject: ADD: Battle Hymn of Women (Meredith Tax)
From: Joe Offer
Date: 04 Jun 17 - 12:27 AM

For the record, here are the lyrics to "The Battle Hymn of Women," by Meredith Tax, http://www.meredithtax.org/songs. Maredith Tax also wrote There Was a Young Woman Who Swallowed a Lie

THE BATTLE HYMN OF WOMEN
(Meredith Tax)

Tune: “The Battle Hymn of the Republic.” 

 

I wrote this so we could sing it in our march for women’s freedom on International Women’s Day, March 8, 1970, the first time women had demonstrated on March 8 in Boston in many a year. The chorus, “Move on over or we’ll move on over you” is from a civil rights song by Len Chandler. This was recorded recently by Betsy Rose and is available at http://www.betsyrosemusic.org/

 

Mine eyes have seen the glory of the flame of women’s rage

Kept smoldering for centuries, now burning in this age.

We no longer will be prisoners in that same old gilded cage

That’s why we’re marching on.

 

CHORUS:

Move on over or we’ll move on over you

Move on over or we’ll move on over you

Move on over or we’ll move on over you

For women’s time has come!

 

You have told us to speak softly, to be gentle and to smile

Expected us to change ourselves with every passing style.

Said the only work for women was to clean and sweep and file

That’s why we’re marching on!

 

             CHORUS

 

It is we who’ve done your cooking, done your cleaning, kept your rules.

We gave birth to your children and we taught them in your schools.

We’ve kept the system running but we’re laying down our tools.

That’s why we’re marching on!

 

             CHORUS

 

You think that you can buy us off with crummy wedding rings

You never give us half the profit that our labor brings

Our anger eats into us, we’ll no longer bend to kings,

That’s why we’re marching on.

 

            CHORUS

 

We have broken through our shackles, now we sing a battle song

We march for liberation and we’re many thousands strong

We’ll build a new society, we’ve waited much too long,

That’s why we’re marching on!

Subject: RE: Songs to the John Brown/Battle Hymn tune
From: Ged Fox
Date: 08 Nov 15 - 11:35 AM

The following camp-fire song does not seem to be on Mudcat already. (It probably deserves an 'origins' thread of its own.)

Mine eyes have seen the horror of the coming of the frogs.
They are sneaking through the swamps and they are lurking in the logs.
You can hear their mournful croaking through the early morning fog.
The frogs keep hopping on.

Chorus:
Ribbet, ribbet, ribbet, croak, croak.
Ribbet, ribbet, ribbet, croak, croak.
Ribbet, ribbet, ribbet, croak, croak.
The frogs keep hopping on.

The frogs have grown in numbers and their croaking fills the air.
There's no place to escape because the frogs are everywhere.
They've eaten all the flies and now they're hungry as a bear.
The frogs keep hopping on.
Chorus
I used to like the bullfrogs, like to feel their slimy skin.
Liked to put them in my teacher's desk and take them home again.
Now they're knocking at the front door, I can't let those frogs come in.
The frogs keep hopping on.
Chorus
They've hopped into the living room and headed down the hall.
They've have trapped me in the corner and my back's against the wall.
And when I opened up my mouth to give a warning call,
This was all I heard.
Chorus

Subject: RE: Songs to the John Brown/Battle Hymn tune
From: JennieG
Date: 08 Nov 15 - 08:37 AM

Not one mention of Peter Rabbit?

Little Peter Rabbit had a fly upon his nose x 3,
So he flipped it and he flopped it and it flew away.

Ch: flippy flippy floppy x 3
    so he flipped it and he flopped it and it flew away.

Used to sing that with my children many years ago, and it wasn't new then.

Subject: RE: Songs to the John Brown/Battle Hymn tune
From: MGM·Lion
Date: 08 Nov 15 - 02:09 AM

Whenever I hear that philosophic term, I find myself wondering: just what is a "mollerjee", that thing that 'e pissed?

≈M≈

Ontologically, you understand...

Subject: RE: Songs to the John Brown/Battle Hymn tune
From: GUEST
Date: 08 Nov 15 - 01:23 AM

Well, since no one has posted it that I can find on Mudcat, and it is sung to the tune of John Brown's Body, here is the Reed College song. I figure since I am a Reedie, I can mess it up anyway I darn well please!

"Epistemology Forever" Reed College Alma Mater
(Community sing--to the tune of "Battle Hymn of the Republic")

We have sat on rainy mornings in a dusty lecture hall,
We have listened to them holding forth on no damn thing at all,
We have missed an hour's sack time just to hear the clarion call,
The Truth does not exist!

Epistemology forever,
Disputatio so clever,
Metaphysics now or never,
The Truth does not exist!

As we've sat about in conference on a sunny afternoon,
We've been fed a lot of moral pap from Socrates and Hume,
And they feed it to us gently with an imaginary spoon,
The Truth does not exist!

(chorus)
The Truth does not exist!

We discuss the moral notions of the frozen Eskimo,
And whether moral systems hold for all from pole to pole,
And conclude that all of mankind has a truly moral soul,
And time goes by so slow!

(chorus)
And time goes by so slow!

We sit in lectures waiting for a word of common sense,
And we're not about to find it 'cause the lecturer is dense,
So we scribble stupid ditties for our sanity's defense,
For the Truth does not exist!

(chorus)
The Truth does not exist!

Now we spend our time in wondering if we have got free will,
And then we ask, is justice good, but we have had our fill
Of ultimate reality and philosophic swill,
For we do not exist!

(chorus)
For we do not exist!

For many more versions, see http://www.reed.edu/reed_magazine/spring2009/columns/NoAA/evolution.html

Subject: RE: Songs to the John Brown/Battle Hymn tune
From: MGM·Lion
Date: 12 Jul 14 - 06:49 AM

Yes -- I'd forgotten the "Baby cold upon chest" version. The verse ended "So we rubbed it with camphorated oil"

chorus-
Camphor -amphor -amphorated x3
So we rubbed it with camphorated oil".

I only refreshed this thread in re the "Same tunes" one -- but still more variants coming out of the woodwork!

~M~

Subject: RE: Songs to the John Brown/Battle Hymn tune
From: Ged Fox
Date: 12 Jul 14 - 06:25 AM

Either not listed or I didn't see -

Mine eyes have seen the horror of the coming of the frogs

John Brown's baby's got a cold upon its chest

Ged

Subject: RE: Songs to the John Brown/Battle Hymn tune
From: Joe Offer
Date: 11 Jul 14 - 07:09 PM

We sang "Battle Hymn of the Republic" last week as part of our performance of patriotic songs at nursing homes. I told one audience how this was an often-parodied song, and I sang Burning of the School to them as an example.

And they sat in shocked silence.

Guess I won't do that again...

-Joe-

Glory, Glory, Hallelujah!
Teacher hit me with a ruler.
Hit her on the beanie
With a rotten tangerinie,
And we ain't got no school no more.

Subject: RE: Songs to the John Brown/Battle Hymn tune
From: MGM·Lion
Date: 11 Jul 14 - 05:41 PM

refresh

Subject: RE: Songs to the John Brown/Battle Hymn tune
From: Haruo
Date: 28 Aug 12 - 11:12 AM

Did you get that from the 1954 or 55 Song Fest, Dick? It looks an awful lot like one I learned therefrom as a kid. BTW I should mention that I recently came into the possession of a deceased friend's copy of an edition of Song Fest at least 10 years older than the one I grew up on. Will have to post the contents if they are up here somewhere.

Subject: RE: Songs to the John Brown/Battle Hymn tune
From: dick greenhaus
Date: 27 Aug 12 - 05:57 PM

BLOOD ON THE RISERS (GORY, GORY)

He was just a rookie trooper, and he surely shook with fright
As he checked all his equipment, and made sure his pack was tight
He had to sit and listen to those awful engines roar,
"You ain't gonna jump no more!"

cho: Gory, Gory, what a helluva way to die,
Gory, Gory, what a helluva way to die,
Gory, Gory, what a helluva way to die,
He ain't gonna jump no more.

"Is everybody happy ?" cried the sergeant, looking up,
Our hero feebly answered, "Yes!" and then they stood him up,
He leaped into the blast, his static line unhooked,
He ain't gonna jump no more!

He counted long, he counted loud, he waited for the shock,
He felt the wind, he felt the clouds, he felt the awful drop,
He jerked his cord, the silk spilled out and wrapped around his legs.
He ain't gonna jump no more!

The risers wrapped around his neck, connectors cracked his dome
The lines were snarled and tied in knots, around his skinny bones,
The canopy became his shroud, he hurtled to the ground,
He ain't gonna jump no more!

The days he's lived and loved and laughed kept running through his mind,
He thought about the girl back home, the one he'd left behind,
He thought about the medics and wondered what they'd find,
He ain't gonna jump no more!

The ambulance was on the spot, the jeeps were running wild,
The medics jumped and screamed with glee,
They rolled their sleeves and smiled
For it had been a week or more since the last chute had failed
He ain't gonna jump no more !

He hit the ground, the sound was "SPLAT," the blood went spurting high,
His comrades then were heard to say "A Helluva way to die!";
He lay there rolling 'round in the welter of his gore.
He ain't gonna jump no more!

There was blood upon the risers, there were brains upon the chute,
Intestines were a-dangling from his paratrooper's boots,
They picked him up still in his Chute and poured him from his boots
He ain't gonna jump no more!

@parody @air @parachute @WWII

Subject: RE: Songs to the John Brown/Battle Hymn tune
From: MGM·Lion
Date: 27 Aug 12 - 08:33 AM

refresh, in relation to WW2 RAF song thread

Subject: RE: Songs to the John Brown/Battle Hymn tune
From: MGM·Lion
Date: 30 May 11 - 05:02 PM

Haruo ~ Agree re "Rolling River", obviously related to Shenandoah, not JBB.

Subject: RE: Songs to the John Brown/Battle Hymn tune
From: Jim McLean
Date: 30 May 11 - 03:47 PM

Haruo, another verse from the Scottish sailors:

We'll maroon the tartan tories on an island in the mist
Wi' copies o' Sir Walter Scott and then if they insist,
We'll gie them Andy Stewart as their Desert island Disc,
When Scotland sails away!

Subject: RE: Songs to the John Brown/Battle Hymn tune
From: Haruo
Date: 30 May 11 - 02:43 PM

I thought the SNP was a separatist political party in Albion.

Haruo

Subject: RE: Songs to the John Brown/Battle Hymn tune
From: Haruo
Date: 30 May 11 - 02:41 PM

Just out of curiosity, why does "Oh, my rolling river" appear in the list of DigiTrad song links at the top of this thread? I can't see how you could sing it to this tune, nor does the text seem related to either John Brown's Body or Mine Eyes Have Seen the Glory...

I tried to post this to the thread previously, but it didn't "take"... so I started a separate thread on it, here

Haruo

Subject: RE: Songs to the John Brown/Battle Hymn tune
From: MGM·Lion
Date: 30 May 11 - 01:08 PM

It comes back to me that the original verse of the "Only Playing Leapfrog" version, remembered from my childhood Junior Weekend Book, & as refd in "Lovely War", was "A spider spied a spider on another spider's back" &c

~M~

Subject: RE: Songs to the John Brown/Battle Hymn tune
From: Richard from Liverpool
Date: 30 May 11 - 05:04 AM

I have here a copy of A Prarie Home Companion Folk Song Book ed. Marcia and Jon Pankake (collection method: stuff sent in over 5 years of people listening to A Prarie Home Companion and being asked to sent in songs you have heard from someone else, and that you remember the words of mostly.

The most used tune for the songs sent in was indeed Battle Hymn of the Republic. Here are the songs:
- Birmingham's My Home
- The Bugs Marched Down the Aisle
- The Bulldog and the Bullfrog
- Chicken Sandwich
- Emily Dickinson
- Glory, glory, how peculiar
- Glory, glory, pork superior
- The Great American Eagle
- Mine Eyes Have Seen the Glory of the Burning of the School
- Mine Eyes Have Seen the Horror of the Ending of the Term
- My Pink Pajamas
- Oh, Ay Liff in Minneapolis
- She Waded in the Water

Subject: RE: Songs to the John Brown/Battle Hymn tune
From: MGM·Lion
Date: 30 May 11 - 04:07 AM

IIRC the "Only Playing Leapfrog[s]" variant hasn't figured here yet. It resurfaced in Theatre Workshop's composite theatrical presentation Oh What A Lovely War, directed by the first Mrs Ewan MacColl, Joan Littlewood,

---"stage musical Oh, What a Lovely War! that Joan Littlewood and her Theatre Workshop created in 1963, which was itself inspired by "The Donkeys," Alan Clark's 1961 attack on Gt War generalship", Wikipedia---

in the form "One staff officer jumped right over another staff officer's back[x4 ~~ They were only playing leapfrogs[x3], When one staff officer jumped right over another staff officer's back."

~M~

Subject: RE: Songs to the John Brown/Battle Hymn tune
From: Joe_F
Date: 13 May 11 - 09:42 PM

The following was sung by various characters at a celebration of Linus Pauling's first Nobel Prize, at Caltech, 3 December 1954 (long before the NSF):

Caltech's money comes from individuals not the state
A little from the Navy, maybe half but nothing great
It's really private enterprise that made the place so great
So make the Associates smile.

    Gather up a lot of money (3x)
    And watch Dr. DuBridge smile

Intellectual eminence won't get you very far
You need a research contract if you want to be a star
Forty-five percent for overhead will make you popular
And make Mr. George Green smile.

    Strive to get yourself a contract (3x)
    To make Mr. George Green smile.

From history of science, there a moral to be learned
Every chemist needs his patrons; filthy lucre can't be spurned
But don't forget that Galileo very nearly burned
So make those Associates smile.

    Strive to save department money (3x)
    And watch the Associates smile.

We turn out all the burners when we leave the lab at night
We close up all the windows and we turn out every light
The undenatured alcohol is safely out of sight
Just to make the Associates smile.

    Strive to save department money (3x)
    And watch Holmes Sturdivant smile.

To win a happy housewife, you must not pitch woo at me
To be a student here, I had to promise faithfully
To give my all for science and forsake felicity
And make those misogynists smile.

    Strive to rise in your profession (3x)
    And make Dean Lacey smile.

Experimental drudgery is now quite obsolete
I can sit here at my desk and place my head below my feet
And solve all nature's problems by an introspection neat
And make the academies smile.

    Theoretical creations
    Tennis balls can lead to inspiration (2x)
    And make the academies smile.

You needn't spend a lifetime doing chromatography
With my slick stochastic method and imagination free
The structure of the proteins is no mystery to me
I make those molecules smile.

    Theoretical creations
    Tinkertoys can lead to inspiration (2x)
    And make those molecules smile.

An Oscar for a movie star is easy to obtain
But to be a Nobel Laureate you need a mighty brain
When asked to give a lecture you must nod and not abstain
And make the audience smile.

    Make a lecture tour frequently (2x)
    Be sure to lecture eloquently
    And make your audience smile.

With Pauling as our chairman, life in Crellin is O.K.
Mistakes in our predictions do not cause us much dismay
From bond approximation we will never, never stray
And make Dr. Pauling smile.

    Make a first approximation
    Guess a first approximation
    Don't resort to calculation
    And make Dr. Pauling smile

Subject: RE: Songs to the John Brown/Battle Hymn tune
From: Jim McLean
Date: 13 May 11 - 02:44 PM

We'll dig a trench along the border,
We'll dig a trench along the border
We'll dig a channel frae the North Sea tae the Tweed
And sail away from England wi' the SNP.

This is the chorus of a song I wrote about 45 years ago called The SNP (The Scottish Naval Patrol)

Subject: RE: Songs to the John Brown/Battle Hymn tune
From: GUEST,dick.hamlet
Date: 13 May 11 - 01:30 PM

I'm sure that many school "fight" songs go to the tune. One
I remember from the 1960s (probably written at least ten years
earlier) is for Shimer College (SHY-mer), then located in
Mount Carroll, IL (now part of the IIT campus in Chicago).
Shimer taught the Hutchins curriculum originated at the University
of Chicago, using original readings and the discussion method
in classes. Like Univ. Chicago in its better days, Shimer had
no sports teams except a pick-up soccer group. Notes on obscure references follow.

SHIMER COLLEGE FIGHT SONG

Oh, my eyes have seen the glory of the triumph of the id
My libido has converted me to man from callow kid
My unconscious is unleashed and my superego's rid
And the id goes marching on

CHORUS:
Sociology forever, anthropology forever
Sensuality forever
Integration conquers all

Sublimation and frustration aren't any fun at all
So the Life Instinct each evening finds me at its beck and call
In Science, Metcalf, Dearborn, on the golf course, or North Hall
The id goes marching on.

Mine eyes have seen the glory of the coming of our Freud
Of error and all fallacy his works they are devoid
But after taking OMP my ego was destroyed
And the id goes marching on.

NOTES:

In the 2nd verse the places are buildings where students
could go after hours to make out. Or to an adjacent golf course
if the weather was good.

To describe its liberal-arts program, "integration" was the
buzzword: the courses were woven together, and tested by
exams emphasizing the interconnections. The culminating
course in the senior year was Organization, Methods, and
Principles of Knowledge (OMP), notorious for its difficulty
(or vagueness, some said).

Subject: RE: Songs to the John Brown/Battle Hymn tune
From: MGM·Lion
Date: 13 May 11 - 11:42 AM

Re my psalm 133 post, original reads

הנה מה טוב ומה נים שבת אכים גם יהד

In re the 'silk pyjamas' variant above: in my far-off youth we would sing the verse as "She wears pink silk pyjamas in the summer, &c" to tune of "The Church's One Foundation" [yet another of those much recycled choons!]; followed by, to the tune of chorus of JBB, "She's a most immoral lady (x3) When she slips between the bedclothes with nothing on at all".

~M~

Subject: RE: Songs to the John Brown/Battle Hymn tune
From: GUEST,Morgana
Date: 13 May 11 - 10:46 AM

There was a civil rights song in the late '60's (?) called "The Movement's Movin' on." I don't know the lyrics, but it was mentioned in a clipping in Broadside Magazine. I think it was by Len Chandler.

Move on over or we'll move on over you (3X)
Cause the movement's movin' on.

It was designed to reflect the more militant shift of the civil rights movement at the time.

Subject: RE: Songs to the John Brown/Battle Hymn tune
From: cetmst
Date: 13 May 11 - 06:51 AM

We wear our silk pajamas in the summer when it's hot;
We wear our woollen flannels in the winter when it's not;
And sometimes in the springtime and sometimes in the fall,
We crawl beneath the sheets with nothing on at all.

Glory, glory, hallelujah,
Glory, glory, hallelujah,
Glory, glory, hallelujah,
With nothing on at all.

Subject: RE: Songs to the John·Brown/Battle·Hymn tune
From: MGM·Lion
Date: 12 May 11 - 11:21 PM

Another song to this tune, from quite a different tradition: one of the several tunes used for setting of Hebrew words at beginning of verse in Psalm 133,"Hineh mah tov u-mah nayim shevet achim gam yahad [Behold how good and pleasant is a band of brothers all together]", popular among Jewish youth movements in mid C20. Only the chorus of JBB, the Glory Hallelujah bit, used - first 5 words 3x, then final line.

~Michael~

Subject: ADD: John Brown's Ford
From: Kent Davis
Date: 14 Sep 10 - 09:48 PM

My Fourth Grade teacher taught us this during the '69-'70 school year at Edisto School, in Cordova, Orangeburg County, South Carolina. There were hand motions, but I no longer remember them.   

JOHN BROWN'S FORD

John Brown's Ford had a puncture in its tire.
John Brown's Ford had a puncture in its tire.
John Brown's Ford had a puncture in its tire.
And he patched it up with chewing gum.

For a long time, I was puzzled as to how John Brown's Ford could have a puncture in his TIE. Eventually, I realized that the teacher was using the non-rhotic Low Country pronunciation for tire.

Anybody else know this? If so, do you remember the hand motions?

Kent

Subject: RE: Songs to the John·Brown/Battle·Hymn tune
From: Jack Campin
Date: 14 Sep 10 - 08:40 PM

puck - I linked to that RAF song already, "The Firth of F***ing Forth".

Subject: RE: Songs to the John·Brown/Battle·Hymn tune
From: Tattie Bogle
Date: 14 Sep 10 - 08:06 PM

From Rapaire last October:

"My father was a Protestant, an Ulsterman was he
My mother was a Catholic girl, from County Cork was she
They were married in two churches, lived happily enough
Until the day that I was born and things got rather tough.

Oh it's the biggest mixup
That you have ever seen
My father he was Orange
And me mother she was Green".

Never heard it sung to that tune: the version I know is sung to the tune of "The Rising of the Moon" or "The Wearing of the Green".

Subject: RE: Songs to the John·Brown/Battle·Hymn tune
From: puck
Date: 14 Sep 10 - 01:34 PM

'Ain't the airforce f*****g awful' - old original Naafi song from the second world war.
P

Subject: RE: Songs to the John·Brown/Battle·Hymn tune
From: Jack Campin
Date: 14 Sep 10 - 01:04 PM

I've mentioned this in some other thread here, but the tune is also used for a dance/song from the Gyimes/Felcsik area of eastern Transylvania, with a refrain beginning "Golya, Golya" ("Stork, stork" in Hungarian) at the point where the English has "Glory, glory" (the sounds of the words are disconcertingly similar). The dance is a round-the-room march rather like a Gay Gordons. The last few notes of the tune are a bit different from the American version.

I asked where they got the tune and the consensus was that it was one of theirs. If they're right, one guess is that it might have gone to America at the right time with emigrants fleeing the troubles of 1848, but a lot of Central European music was travelling the world around then without the impetus of insurrectionary violence driving it - polkas and waltzes, in particular.

But I can't find a transcription of the Hungarian words or even a coherent explanation of what they were about. It will be a regular item in Budapest "tanchaz" ceilidhs, so somebody who goes to those might be able to help.

Subject: RE: Songs to the John·Brown/Battle·Hymn tune
From: MGM·Lion
Date: 14 Sep 10 - 12:20 PM

...Jesus keeps his money in the National Savings Bank (3 times)
...Jesus saves, Jesus saves, Jesus saves!
Jim Carroll...


...After we'd sing Jesus Saves the three times, we'd tack on "Moses Invests!"
Severn...



Revisiting this thread, reminded by this exchange of the great graffiti, "Jesus saves ~ but Lineker scores on the rebound".

Any more, now we're back?

~Michael~

Subject: RE: Songs to the John·Brown/Battle·Hymn tune
From: Gibb Sahib
Date: 21 Apr 10 - 12:03 AM

I've done a sailor version along the lines of

John Brown's daughter is a puta, so I'm told
Her wrists is decked with silver and her ankles decked with gold
She plies the ports of Chile as her mother did of old
As we go rolling home
etc.

Subject: RE: Songs to the John·Brown/Battle·Hymn tune
From: Micca
Date: 20 Apr 10 - 08:00 PM

I used this tune for, what became, the first of my trilogy of World War I songs, the rhythm was in my head while I was writing and I thought I would easily find another tune that would fit later WRONG!!! there are no others that fitted!! anyway since I was writing about the Reservists and first volunteers that went out with the BEF in 1914 I decided that they were very likely to "borrow" an existing tune. here is a flavour of it

"We Think we Ought to Go

Young men they came forward and signed up for to go
they knew that "Gods on our side and we're right"
white feathers fell around them like the freshly fallen snow
as they marched off to Flanders for to fight

Rifle smart and dressed in Khaki
Home by Christmas what a Lark eh?
Rifle smart and dressed in Khaki
as they marched off to Flanders for to fight

And they sang of "Tipperary" and Of there "old kit bag"
and songs of other wars of long ago
They sang to keep the spirits up not let their shoulders sag
to the strains of " We think we ought to go"

Rifle smart and dressed in Khaki
Just like strolling through the park eh?
Rifle smart and dressed in Khaki
to the strains of " We think we ought to go"

But what was waiting for them at Mons and Le Cateau
Some of them hadn't even time to load
when lines and files of Germans dressed in the old Feldgrau
came storming down what became the Menin Road

Rifle smart and dressed in Feldgrau
shooting Tommys from the Hedgerow
Rifle smart and dressed in Feldgrau
storming downthe Menin Road

Subject: RE: Songs to the John·Brown/Battle·Hymn tune
From: GUEST,Young Buchan
Date: 19 Oct 09 - 12:39 PM

Old song from Suffolk. Presumably Music Hall originally.

Now some of you doubters and pedants may be about to point out that the verse of JBB has 4 lines, each of the first three having 11 syllables, whilst this has 8 lines, each of the first seven having 13 syllables.

I say, shame on your doubting and pedantry. It works. Somehow. Keep using the tune of the first two lines of JBB until you realise you are near the end. Then escape into line three. As for the extra syllables - they fit sideways!

Down to Betsy Taylor's house so merrily we piled
Where the baby boy was born, a lovely little child.
The neighbours came from miles around, the aunts and uncles too;
They were full of admiration when the baby came in view.
We gave the baby half a crown and everything was grand
Until someone took the money from the little darling's hand
And spent it buying bitter beer till we could hardly stand.
And we all went rolling home.
CHO. We were christening the baby (x3)
And we all went rolling home.

When the christening time came round the crowds flocked in galore.
There were thousands packed inside the church and more outside the door.
The parson he came in and said, "Hello you drunken set.
Now what name dost thou wantest me to give the little pet?"
We said we'd call it Betsy but the parson meek and mild
Looked the baby over and answered with a smile
"Thou canst not call it Betsy, 'cos it ain't that kind of child."
And we all went rolling home.

When it all was over we went out to the gate
We said sorry to the parson for being in a state.
The parson held his hand out and asked for LSD
But none of us had got a bob to pay the christening fee.
The parson he got angry and demanded half a quid.
He said "Who's going to pay me now for all the work I did?"
So just to save an argument we let him keep the kid
And we all went rolling home.

Subject: RE: Songs to the John·Brown/Battle·Hymn tune
From: Severn
Date: 19 Oct 09 - 09:51 AM

Jim Carroll,

After we'd sing Jesus Saves the three times, we'd tack on "Moses Invests!"

Subject: RE: Songs to the John·Brown/Battle·Hymn tune
From: Rapparee
Date: 19 Oct 09 - 09:04 AM

The Irish Rovers made a hit out of

My father was a Protestant, an Ulsterman was he
My mother was a Catholic girl, from County Cork was she
They were married in two churches, lived happily enough
Until the day that I was born and things got rather tough.

Oh it's the biggest mixup
That you have ever seen
My father he was Orange
And me mother she was Green.

etc.

Subject: RE: Songs to the John·Brown/Battle·Hymn tune
From: Susan of DT
Date: 19 Oct 09 - 07:56 AM

I added twenty more songs to the list above. I searched for the tunefile name.

Subject: RE: Songs to the John·Brown/Battle·Hymn tune
From: The Doctor
Date: 19 Oct 09 - 06:22 AM

The full set then:

                  First Aids

Always wear a condom if you want to save your life,
For that naughty Ignorance virus is becoming rather rife.
You can catch it from your partner and then give it to your wife
If you haven't got a condom on.

Ch: Always do it in a condom                              x3
       Is the government advice.

Always wear a condom if you want to dip your wick,
For that naughty Ignorance virus, it will make you very sick,
And there's no one who can aid you, it's a thing you cannot lick,
If you haven't got a condom on.

Always wear a condom, for it's surely here to stay,
And that naughty Ignorance virus, it could get you any day.
So don't be feeling casual, and don't be feeling gay
If you haven't got a condom on.

They have got it in America, and now it's over here,
That naughty Ignorance virus, it could make you very queer,
And though you keep a look-out, it could get you in the rear
If you haven't got a condom on.

It came marching out of Africa, and now it's everywhere,
That naughty Ignorance virus that has started such a scare,
And if you're careless with your naughty bits we'll soon be rather rare,
So always have a condom on.

                                     (Tune: John Brown's Body)

It was written to instruct and amuse, not to offend.

Subject: RE: Songs to the John·Brown/Battle·Hymn tune
From: raredance
Date: 19 Oct 09 - 12:18 AM

Battle Hymn of the Ranch Hands

My eyes have seen the Ranch Hands as they start a spray to pass.      
Dropping to low altitude as .50s come through the grass;
They've got one hand on the throttle and the other on a bottle
Of Pabst Blue Ribbon Beer!

Glory. glory. what a hell of a way to spray.
Glory. glory. what a hell of a way to spray.
Glory. glory. what a hell of a way to spray.
And hope to do it again another day!

- In Vietnam "ranch hands" were the crews of the planes spreading defoliants such as Agent Orange.


Battle Hymn of the 85-mm Gunner

Mine eyes have seen the glory of the corning of the force.
And Uncle Ho has yelled and cussed and screamed till he is hoarse.
"Go out and man your guns. my boys. you have a job to do."
The Thuds are corning in!

CHORUS (repeat after each verse):
Gory. gory. what a helluva way to die.
Gory. gory. what a helluva way to die.
Gory. gory. what a helluva way to die.
I don't want to fight no more!

Now as the Thuds are getting close. beside my gun I stand;
We all should feel quite proud to stand in defense of this land;
But getting my ass blown to bits is not what I call grand;
The Thuds are coming in!

There's 750s all around. the sky is full of shit.
And smoke and dust and arms and legs. don't like it one damn bit;
If they miss me, this last time I think that I shall quit;
The Thuds are coming in!

We got hit and now are down below in Commie hell;
Each day they scare us pissless in a way we know so well;
Our Commie Satan he stands up, you hear that bastard yell
The Thuds are coming in!

This is written from the pint of view of North Vietnamese artillery gunner

Both songs from: "Singing The Vietnam Blues" by Joseph F. Tuso (Texas A&M University Press, 1990)

Subject: RE: Songs to the John·Brown/Battle·Hymn tune
From: Rapparee
Date: 18 Oct 09 - 08:42 PM

Mine eyes have seen the glory of the coming of Magee
He is coming down the alley in a souped-up Model T
With one hand on the throttle and the other on a bottle
Of Pabst Blue Ribbon Beer.

Subject: RE: Songs to the John·Brown/Battle·Hymn tune
From: Jim Carroll
Date: 18 Oct 09 - 08:19 PM

Jesus keeps his money in the National Savings Bank (3 times)
Jesus saves, Jesus saves, Jesus saves!
Jim Carroll

Subject: RE: Songs to the John·Brown/Battle·Hymn tune
From: Tattie Bogle
Date: 18 Oct 09 - 08:17 PM

Aye to that too the Doctor!

Subject: RE: Songs to the John·Brown/Battle·Hymn tune
From: Peace
Date: 18 Oct 09 - 08:00 PM

"There is more if anyone's sufficiently interested."

YES, please.

Subject: RE: Songs to the John·Brown/Battle·Hymn tune
From: Tattie Bogle
Date: 18 Oct 09 - 07:56 PM

One we used to sing at Guide camp:

He jumped from 40,000 feet without a parachute x 3
And he ain't gonna jump no more.
Glory, glory, hallelujah, etc
He ain't gonna jump no more.

They scraped him off the tarmac like a lump of strawberry jam x 3
And he ain't gonna jump no more, etc

And one that Hamish Imlach used to sing:

A fine Old English Gentleman       Charles Dickens – written 1841
Sung by Hamish Imlach as "The Fine Old English Tory Times"

I'll sing you a new ballad, and I'll warrant it first-rate,
Of the days of that old gentleman who had that old estate;
When they spent the public money at a bountiful old rate
On ev'ry mistress, pimp, and scamp, at ev'ry noble gate,
In the fine old English Tory times;
Soon may they come again!

The good old laws were garnished well with gibbets, whips, and chains,
With fine old English penalties, and fine old English pains,
With rebel heads, and seas of blood once hot in rebel veins;
For all these things were requisite to guard the rich old gains
Of the fine old English Tory times;
Soon may they come again!

This brave old code, like Argus, had a hundred watchful eyes,
And ev'ry English peasant had his good old English spies,
To tempt his starving discontent with fine old English lies,
Then call the good old Yeomanry to stop his peevish cries,
In the fine old English Tory times;
Soon may they come again!

The good old times for cutting throats that cried out in their need,
The good old times for hunting men who held their fathers' creed,
The good old times when William Pitt, as all good men agreed,
Came down direct from Paradise at more than railroad speed. . . .
Oh the fine old English Tory times;
When will they come again!

In those rare days, the press was seldom known to snarl or bark,
But sweetly sang of men in pow'r, like any tuneful lark;
Grave judges, too, to all their evil deeds were in the dark;
And not a man in twenty score knew how to make his mark.
Oh the fine old English Tory times;
Soon may they come again!

Those were the days for taxes, and for war's infernal din;
For scarcity of bread, that fine old dowagers might win;
For shutting men of letters up, through iron bars to grin,
Because they didn't think the Prince was altogether thin,
In the fine old English Tory times;
Soon may they come again!


But Tolerance, though slow in flight, is strong-wing'd in the main;
That night must come on these fine days, in course of time was plain;
The pure old spirit struggled, but Its struggles were in vain;
A nation's grip was on it, and it died in choking pain,
With the fine old English Tory days,
All of the olden time.

The bright old day now dawns again; the cry runs through the land,
In England there shall be dear bread -- in Ireland, sword and brand;
And poverty, and ignorance, shall swell the rich and grand,
So, rally round the rulers with the gentle iron hand,
Of the fine old English Tory days; Hail to the coming time!