Subject: Lyr Req: Jake Thakery last will and testament From: GUEST,Inventom Date: 20 Jan 03 - 10:23 PM Words and tune to ...? a performance of? Jake Thackeray's Last Will and Testament I am searching for further info (again ) and for a copy of a song I found ( on mudcats thanks to some helpful folks, "Sorcha" among them) called "Rab's last Wollen Testament". I have never found the tune or a copy of anyone performing it Only some words sent by tha Above refrenced "Sorcha" which are found below. Is it possible the Jake Thakerays tune is to the same song? I would love to hear someone doing it. thanks TG. PS I have not been on mudcats for a long time and cant remember how I was registered I will have to do it again but in the meantime if someone can assist in this please write me at inventom@yahoo.com Thanks TG THese are what I have been given so far.. RAB'S LAST WOLLEN TESTAMENT by Robin Williamson When I was a little boy I used to take the time To go and see old Rab McPhee Down by the railway line He was getting on in years then you know And very fond of a drop of mountain whisky, and didn't he tell me so He was always full of a good story, and he'd a nose like a weatherhane He was never exactly drunk, but then he was never exactly sober anyway And I often remember these words he used to say Water is the strong stuff It carries whales and ships But water is the wrong stuff Don't let it get past your lips It rots your books It wets your suits Puts aches in all your bones Dilute the stuff with whiskey Aye, or leave it well alone Chorus: Whisky pure O whisky you're a charmer Drunk or sober Spare yourself contortions With a drop of barley wine A sensible precaution To counteract the times Brandy and rum are dandy for some Wherever they might be sold But a drop of mountain whisky Isn't ot worth its weight in gold Whisky, Nancy whisky You're as sweet as the dew I'm lonesome my darling Since parting with you Kiss me when you're with me Be easy and free and I'll throw away the bottle and take you with me |
Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Jake Thakery last will and testament From: nager Date: 21 Jan 03 - 04:23 PM Go to Edmund Chattoe's site. Type in Jake THACKRAY (note spelling) at Google and it will take you there. All Jake's lyrics and much more are there. Paul |
Subject: Lyr Add: LAST WILL AND TESTAMENT OF JAKE THACKRAY From: Jim Dixon Date: 24 May 10 - 01:31 PM From The Jake Thackray Web Site: THE LAST WILL AND TESTAMENT OF JAKE THACKRAY Words & Music: Jake Thackray I, the under-mentioned, by this document Do declare my true intentions, my last will, my testament. When I turn up my toes, when I rattle my clack, when I agonise, I want no great wet weepings, no tearing of hair, no wringing of hands, No sighs, no lack-a-days, no woe-is-me's and none of your sad adieus. Go, go, go and get the priest and then go get the booze, boys. Death, where is thy victory? Grave, where is thy sting? When I snuff it bury me quickly, then let carousels begin - But not a do with a few ham sandwiches, a sausage roll or two and "A small port wine, please". Roll the carpet right back, get cracking with your old Gay Gordons And your knees up, shake it up, live it up, sup it up, hell of a kind of a time. And if the coppers come around, well, tell them the party's mine, boys. Let best beef be eaten, fill every empty glass, Let no breast be beaten, let no tooth be gnashed. Don't bother with a fancy tombstone or a big-deal angel or a little copper flower pot: Grow a dog-rose in my eyes or a pussy-willow But no forget-me-nots, no epitaphs, no keepsakes; you can let my memory slip. You can say a prayer or two for me soul then, but - make it quick, boys. Lady, if your bosom is heaving don't waste your bosom on me. Let it heave for a man who's breathing, a man who can feel, a man who can see. And to my cronies: you can read my books, you can drive around in my motor car. And you can fish your trout with my fly and tackle, you can play on my guitar, And sing my songs, wear my shirts. You can even settle my debts. You can kiss my little missus if she's willing then, but - no regrets, boys. Your rosebuds are numbered; Gather them now for rosebuds' sake. And if your hands aren't too encumbered Gather a bud or two for Jake. |
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