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Lyr Req: trim rigged doxie?
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Subject: RE: Lyr Req: trim rigged doxie? From: GUEST,Caro Date: 21 Jul 03 - 04:15 AM thanks a lot ,all of you,for prompt response;I can now get on with the vocal arrangement that's buzzing in my head! Caro |
Subject: RE: Lyr Req: trim rigged doxie? From: the lemonade lady Date: 20 Jul 03 - 04:08 PM Roberto: I think the first one in your message is the one Fogie wants, I've heard and have a recording of Pete Grassby (on his Malvern Hills CD) doing that version and he has a lovely rhythm to it. Sal |
Subject: RE: Lyr Req: trim rigged doxie? From: Malcolm Douglas Date: 20 Jul 03 - 03:49 PM Number 518 in the Roud Folk Song Index, where quite a lot of examples are listed; mostly from England, though it has also been found in Scotland, the USA and Australia. It was widely published on broadsides; a number of examples can be seen at Bodleian Library Broadside Ballads: The rambling sailor and The rambling soldier The DT set was presumably taken from a Lou Killen record, and contains the comical mis-hearing "hardwood" for "hard word". I probably wouldn't call the Carthy and Lloyd sets separate "versions" (in the traditional sense) as they appear to be two recordings of the same single variant. I rather think that Martin learned the song from Bert. |
Subject: Lyr Add: RAMBLIN' SAILOR and TRIM RIG DOXIE From: Roberto Date: 20 Jul 03 - 03:26 PM Here are two versions, the first by Martin Carthy, the second by A. L. Lloyd. Bye. Roberto Ramblin' Sailor a) Ramblin' Sailor, Martin Carthy, Second Album, Topic TSCD341 (1993), oroginal LP releases: Fontana STL 5362 (1966); Topic 12TS341 (1977). Oh, I am a sailor brisk and bold Long time I've sailed the ocean, Oh, I've fought for King and the Country too Won honour and promotion So now me brother shipmates I bid you all adieu No more will I go to sea with you But I'll ramble the country through and through And I'll be a rambling sailor Oh it's off to a village then I went Where I saw lassies plenty Oh I boldly stepped up to one of them To court her for her beauty Oh her cheeks they were like the rubies red She'd a feathered bonnet a-covering her head Oh, I put the hard word on her but she said she was a maid The saucy little trim-rigged doxy Oh I can't and I won't go along with you You saucy rambling sailor Oh me parents they would never agree For I'm promised to a tailor But I was hot shot eager to rifle her charms A guinea says I for a roll in your arms The deal was done and upstairs we went Meself and the trim-rigged doxy Oh it was haul on the bow and let your stays'ls fall We was yardarm to yardarm bobbin' Me shot all gone, to sleep I fell And then she fell to robbin' Oh, she robbed all me pockets of everything I had She even stole me new boots from underneath the bed And she even stole me gold watch from underneath me head The saucy little trim-rigged doxy And it's when I awoke in the morning bright Oh I started to roar like thunder Me gold watch and me money too She bore away for plunder Oh, but it wasn't for me watch nor me money too For them I don't value but I tell you true I think her little fire-bucket burned me bobstay through That saucy little trim-rigged doxy b) Trim Rig Doxie, A. L. Lloyd, A Sailor's Garland, Prestige / International INT 13043, from Transatlantic XTRA 5013, 1966 I am a sailor brisk and brave Long time I've ploughed the ocean And if you want to know me name Me name it is Young Johnson Says I, fellow shipmates, I bid you all adieu No more to sea will I go with you But I'll travel the country through and through And I'll be a rambling sailor As I was walking one fine day Along the London river A handsome girl I chanced to spy We cruised along together Her cheeks was like two rosies red She'd a feathered bonnet on her head I put the hard word on her but she said she was a maid That pretty little trim-rig doxy I can't and I shan't and I won't go with you You saucy rambling sailor Me parents they would not consent I'm promised to a tailor I was hot shot eager to rifle her charms A guinea, she says, for a roll in me arms The deal was done and we went upstairs Meself and the trim-rig doxy It was haul on the bow and let the stays'ls fall And yardarm to yardarm bobbin' Me shot all gone, asleep I fall And she soon fell a-robbin' She robbed me pockets of all I had She stole me boots from the end of the bed And she even took the watch from under me head That saucy little trim-rig doxy Now when I found that she was gone I started to roar like thunder Me gold watch and me money too She bore away for plunder But it ain't for me watch nor me money too For them I don't value but I tell you true I fear her little fire-bucket burned me bobstay through That saucy little trim-rig doxy |
Subject: RE: Lyr Req: trim rigged doxie? From: Sorcha Date: 20 Jul 03 - 02:39 PM In the DT. |
Subject: Lyr Req: trim rigged doxie? From: GUEST,fogie Date: 20 Jul 03 - 01:49 PM Can someone get me the words of Saucy little trim rigged doxie, which I think I heard from Royston Wood / or the Young Tradition /or Swan Arcade. |
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