Lyr Req: The Yeoman of Kent: 'under the bed was he

Subject: Lyr Req: The yeoman of Kent/Under The Bed Was He
From: Mrrzy
Date: 08 Mar 10 - 09:50 PM

Help?? Ed McCurdy?

Subject: RE: Lyr Req: The yeoman of Kent/Under The Bed Was
From: Bill D
Date: 08 Mar 10 - 10:37 PM

Yep... "When Dalliance Was in Flower and Maidens Lost Their Heads"

Can't quite recall it all from memory, but I'll scan an image of the original booklet if no one posts the words first....and maybe even if they do,

♫With her ruffdom, ruffdom, frizzledom magd
With her hey, rum frizzledum dee..
Rowse about, towse about, seek all the house about,
Under the bed was he"♫

Subject: RE: Lyr Req: The yeoman of Kent/Under The Bed Was
From: Bill D
Date: 08 Mar 10 - 10:39 PM

(that's a scan with sheet music, I mean)

Subject: RE: Lyr Req: The yeoman of Kent/Under The Bed Was He
From: Bill D
Date: 08 Mar 10 - 11:17 PM

I'd have to dig deeper for the original book in the catacombs, but here's a scan of an old scan (it cut off the 1st letters of the lines, but I think it's mostly readable)

It is a large file...had to increase DPI and darkness to get it....

Subject: RE: Lyr Req: The yeoman of Kent/Under The Bed Was He
From: Bill D
Date: 08 Mar 10 - 11:19 PM

You must hear Eric Darling's banjo and the rollicking, happy pace of this to get the full impact....

Subject: RE: Lyr Req: The yeoman of Kent/Under The Bed Was He
From: masato sakurai
Date: 09 Mar 10 - 12:45 AM

It was in Thomas D'Urfey's Wit and Mirth: or, Pills to Purge Melancholy (1719, pp. 126-27). The tune is different from McCurdy's.

Subject: RE: Lyr Req: The yeoman of Kent/Under The Bed Was He
From: Bill D
Date: 09 Mar 10 - 09:36 PM

Yes... a different tune there, but I think McCurdy & Darling did a good job of capturing the spirit...

(good to see you around again, Masato)

Subject: Lyr Add: THE YEOMAN OF KENT (from D'Urfey)
From: Jim Dixon
Date: 11 Mar 10 - 07:33 PM

The Yeoman of Kent, A BALLAD.

Relating how the Parson of S——b finding long George in his Shirt under his favourite Maid's Bed, beat him, aid turn'd him home without his Cloaths.

IN Kent I hear, there lately did dwell
    Long George, a Yeoman by trade,
Plump, lively and young, brisk, jolly and strong,
    Who fugell'd the Parson's fine Maid,
      And her Ruffdom, Ruffdom, frizledom Madg,
          Her Hey Rump, frizlerump de,
      Rowze about, towze about, seek all the House about,
          Under the Bed was he.

It once fell out, a Moon-shiny Night,
    It seems his Passion did move,
He thought fit to wooe her, and do something to her,
    So great was the Power of his Love,
      To her Ruffdom, &c.

At Window then he softly did call,
    Sweet Amber Mary pray rise,
Since May-day our dancing, Love has been advancing,
    And thou art my beautiful Prize;
      With thy Ruffdom, &c.

Fye George, she crys, these Words are but Toys,
    My Master sleeps in his Bed,
The Door it is lock'd, and I'm in my Smock,
    Be gone, there's no more to be said
      To my Ruffdom, &c.

The God of Love, says he, wounded me,
    And bade me fly to thy Arms,
I must, and I will, this night have my Fill,
    And tast of the luscious Charms
      Of thy Ruffdom, &c.

Did Love command, dear Georgy, thy Hand?
    For then it can be no Sin;
He scrawling, she tugging, with hawling and lugging,
    Through Window at last he got in
      To her Ruffdom, &c.

They were so fierce, they made the Bed squeak,
    The Parson heard them, as 'tis said,
Who Marriage obeying, and with his Wife praying,
    Found one did the same to his Maid
      In her Ruffdom, &c.

Then both soon rose, but Georgy was gone,
    Who heard the Noise that they made,
That they might not find him, and afterwards bind him,
    He screw'd himself under the Bed
      From her Ruffdom, &c.

But 'twould not do, the Wife found him out,
    Brown Bum blaz'd under the Bed;
Oh Mary, she swore, Odswoons y'are a Whore,
    And soon you in Jayl shall be laid,
      With your Ruffdom, &c.

The Parson crys, ye wicked young Dog,
    How durst you do such a Folly?
For tho' to save Strife, I may preach with my Wife,
    I sometimes sing Anthems with Molly,
      And her Ruffdom, &c.

Then out he pull'd Tall George in his Shirt,
    And gave with Bedstaff some Blows,
Then sent him away to his Farm before Day,
    But without ever a Rag of his Clothes,
      From the Ruffdom, Ruffdom, frizledom Madg,
          The Hey Rump, frizlerump Dee,
      Rowze about, towze about, seek all the House about,
          Under the Bed was he.

Subject: RE: Lyr Req: The yeoman of Kent/Under The Bed Was He
From: Mrrzy
Date: 13 Mar 10 - 02:42 PM

Thank you all!

Subject: RE: Lyr Req: The Yeoman of Kent: 'under the bed was he
From: Joe Offer
Date: 02 Nov 20 - 06:41 PM

Could use more work.

Subject: RE: Lyr Req: The Yeoman of Kent: 'under the bed was he
From: Mrrzy
Date: 05 Nov 20 - 10:04 AM

And just *count* the innuendoes!