Lyr Req: Champion Dung Spreader (Adge Cutler)

Subject: Champion dung spreader
From: Webby
Date: 04 Dec 98 - 02:54 AM

Reading the thread about Twice Daily it's reminded me of Adg Cuttlers "Champion Dung Spreader" I can remember some of the lyrics but does anyone know all of it?

Subject: RE: Champion dung spreader
From: SteveF
Date: 04 Dec 98 - 07:58 AM

If you can't find the one you're looking for, the database has a witty ditty called "Fling it Here, Fling it There" that may be a good substitute. And give some points to "Put it On the Ground," also in the DT database. The latter was one of my favorites from a mis-spent youth on the streets of Queens, NY.

Subject: RE: Champion dung spreader
From: Bill Sullivan
Date: 04 Dec 98 - 10:12 PM

I have the words to a dung spreading song. Can't remember the Title but the verso goes...

Down the road came Eddie Baker In his rattling old boneshaker and he never know the trail he left behind him

It's a bloody lot of typing so if you want the words you'd better grovel.

Bill

Subject: RE: Champion dung spreader
From: Art Thieme
Date: 04 Dec 98 - 11:29 PM

Just an aside----

Back in the 60s, the main symbl for the Old Town Folklore Center in Chicago (the retail store for the Old Town School Of Folk Music) was a round mechanical part for some sort of device with spikes all around it. It did look something like a kid's drawing of the sun with rays emanating from it.

In actuality, it was a PICK WHEEL FROM A MANURE SPREADER!

What better item to be the logo for an institution spreading songs via the oral tradition---ie. folk music. Back then we ABSOLUTELY KNEW that traditional songs, ie. ones in the oral tradition, were the ONLY real folksongs! All else was "fake music".

(Boy, I do enjoy raising this red herring every 6 months or so!!! It'll never be settled, but it's sure fun to lurk and watch the gory fight.)

Art (for those who know the truth...)

Subject: RE: Champion dung spreader
From: gargoyle
Date: 05 Dec 98 - 12:22 AM

Art....I agree with you!!!

By going digital....perhaps we have dis-honored and dis-graced our origins.

THANX

Subject: RE: Champion dung spreader
From: Art Thieme
Date: 05 Dec 98 - 05:28 PM

Hey gargoyle,

Going digital is like sittin' in your car, in relative safety (one hopes), and givin' somebody the bird when they cut ya off. So far, Max or Joe or Dick haven't chosen to cut me off. (Some have tact; others tell the truth!)

Art

Subject: RE: Lyr req: Champion dung spreader
From: Joe Offer
Date: 25 Feb 11 - 05:13 PM

Refresh. Could this song have been titled "Honey Wagon Hootenanny"?

Subject: RE: Lyr req: Champion dung spreader
From: Keith A of Hertford
Date: 26 Feb 11 - 10:08 AM

Some fragments that may jog memories.

Now some folks like to sing,
Of their father's occupation,
Dustmen and the like,
And othe situations.
Not so my old man


He's the champion dung spreader

ch.
High ho yidle didle oh,
Chesterfield to Cheddar,
With his
He's the champion dung spreader

Now many years ago,
When dad was in his power,
With a mighty two hand swipe,
He hit the old church tower.
Lord help us said the vicar,
Tis the judgement come,
No judge said the curate.
Its a hundredweight of dung

ch

But when our old man,
Lays him down to die,
There'l be a forty acre field,
And a dung pile six foot high.

Subject: RE: Lyr req: Champion dung spreader
From: Keith A of Hertford
Date: 26 Feb 11 - 12:49 PM

With a mighty two hand THROW not swipe.
Missing line of chorus, Hey ho the blokes all know.
Delete "With his"

Subject: Lyr Add: CHAMPION DUNG SPREADER
From: vectis
Date: 26 Feb 11 - 06:51 PM

Sorry only just spotted this request. These are the words I have been singing for the past 30 years.

CHAMPION DUNGSPREADER

CHORUS
I O fiddle iddle Oh Chesterfield to Chedder
I O the folks all know he's a champion dungspreader
Rump I gurdle urdle, rump I gurdle urdle Oh

Now, some folks like to boast about their father's occupation
Dustmen and the like and similar situations
Not so our old man. His work it is his pride
With his hobnail boots and his gaiters and his dungfork at his side...
CHORUS

His aim is straight and true and when his arms start flailing
We all get out the way as the gurt brown lumps go sailing
Just set our old man where the dung lies piled thick
He'll make it fly for miles with his great big blackthorn stick...
CHORUS

Now many years ago when dad was in his power
With a mighty two hand swipe he hit the old church tower
"Lord bless us " said the vicar "is it the kingdom come?"
"Oh! No Sir." said the curate "'Tis a hundredweight of dung."...
CHORUS

Now as you all can see my father's quite contented
He's got the finest job since work it were invented.
And when our old man, he lays him down to die
'Twill be in a forty acre field where the dung lies six feet high...
CHORUS

Subject: RE: Lyr req: Champion dung spreader
From: GUEST,.gargoyle
Date: 26 Feb 11 - 07:48 PM

Keith of Hertford-
Where did you hear this and learn these fragments? Rough year, geographic location, how (live, recording) what was the "setting" - bar, over-stuffed sofa, etc.

VECTIS -
How did you come by these words? Yours or do you know the author?
Since you have been singing them...what is the tune?
If the tune is unique - the ABC method is an easy way to share it with the world. But a midi to Joe also works.

Sincerely,
Gargoyle

http://mudcat.org/thread.cfm?threadid=7906&messages=10

Subject: RE: Lyr req: Champion dung spreader
From: Joe Offer
Date: 26 Feb 11 - 09:09 PM

Vectis, this is great. If you can't do a MIDI, might you be able to sing it onto an MP3?

-Joe-
[e-mail]

Subject: RE: Lyr req: Champion dung spreader
From: GUEST,.gargoye
Date: 26 Feb 11 - 09:40 PM

Joe

The creator of "immortalia" now resides in your backyard, Fresno.

Heaven forbid (SINCERELY) that the floodgates of mudcat ever should open and permit a gusher of kat-squash.

However, he (JohN) selective-harvested some of the current living legends of American Oral ribald-songs. You, Dick, and a dozen of my friends.

Perhaps, an "invitation only" area ... might bring in a midi from Vectis.

Sincerely>
Gargoyle

Adobe "flash" is a waning-moon. You Tube is dead. KISS (keep it simple stupid) ... ANSI TEXT will be the Rosetta Stone for 1650PM (twenty generations from today)

Subject: RE: Lyr req: Champion dung spreader
From: Joe Offer
Date: 26 Feb 11 - 10:36 PM

Oh, Garg, sometimes I don't know what to do with you...

Subject: RE: Lyr req: Champion dung spreader
From: Keith A of Hertford
Date: 27 Feb 11 - 07:51 AM

I had an album.
If all else fails I could sing an MP3.

Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Champion Dung Spreader
From: GUEST
Date: 18 Jul 11 - 12:37 PM

In the sixties my brother had the original Adge Cutler (and the best) versions of the singles, among them Twice Daily and The Champion Dung Spreader. I definitely remember the lines

Now many years ago,
When dad was in his power,
With a mighty two hand swipe,
He hit the old church tower.

it certainly was 'swipe' in the Adge version.

followed by a (to my ears)

hey ho riddle idle oh
chester filled with cheddar
hey ho the folks all know
he's the champion dung spreader

and….followed by…..(to my ears)

rumber didle idle rumber didle idle ohhhh-ohhhh

Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Champion Dung Spreader
From: Lester
Date: 18 Jul 11 - 12:58 PM

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4SH281p2u18

Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Champion Dung Spreader
From: GUEST
Date: 18 Jul 11 - 09:42 PM

Champion Dung Spreader, The
(Adge Cutler)        
Champion Dung Spreader was Adge's answer to Lonnie Donegan's 1960 UK hit My Old Man's A Dustman and describes his old dad's occupation spreading dung far and wide with a "girt big blackthorn stick".

The song was originally recorded on 2nd November 1966 at the Royal Oak in Nailsea, and inclused on Adge Cutler & The Wurzels' first album. It was also the a-side of the band's follow-up single to Drink Up Thy Zider, but didn't chart.

45 rpm single (a-side); LP: Adge Cutler & The Wurzels, LP: The Very Best Of Adge Cutler, LP: Adge Cutler's Cider Drinking Favourites, LP: Mendip Magic; CD: The Wurzels and Adge Cutler & The Wurzels; CD: The Finest 'Arvest of The Wurzels featuring Adge Cutler (2000); CD: The Finest 'Arvest of The Wurzels featuring Adge Cutler (2001); CD: The Wurzels Live; video: The Wurzels Live; CD: Top Of The Crops

Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Champion Dung Spreader
From: GUEST,Verna
Date: 19 Jul 11 - 07:11 AM

The guest above is correct. I know cos I was there!

Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Champion Dung Spreader
From: Leadfingers
Date: 19 Jul 11 - 09:40 AM

Adge wrote some excellent songs , as well as 'stealing' a lot of Trvor Crozier's somgs and transplanting them from Dorset to Somerset

Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Champion Dung Spreader
From: Herga Kitty
Date: 20 Jul 11 - 08:22 AM

Slightly off-thread, but Verna I hope you enjoyed your significant birthday last month!

Kitty (who has lost your e-mail address...)

Subject: Lyr Add: CHAMPION DUNG SPREADER (Adge Cutler)
From: Jim Dixon
Date: 21 Jul 11 - 05:46 PM

Here's how the Wurzels perform the song in a live video at YouTube. I have boldfaced the words that are different from those that Vectis posted. Note the sequence of verses is also different.


CHAMPION DUNG SPREADER
Words and music by Adge Cutler
As sung by The Wurzels

1. Now, some folks like to boast about their father's occupation,
Dustmen and the likes and other situations.
Not so our old man. Workin' was his pride,
With his hobnail boots and gaiters and his dung-fork at his side. CHORUS

CHORUS: Hi-ho, fiddle-iddle-o, Chesterfield and Cheddar.
Hi-ho, the folks all know he's the champion dung-spreader.

2. Now many years ago when Dad was in his power,
With a mighty two-hand swipe he hit the old church tower.
"Lord help us!" cried the vicar. "'Tis the kingdom come!"
"Not so," said the verger. "'Tis a hundredweight of dung." CHORUS

3. Now his aim is straight and true, and when his arms start flailin',
We'd all duck out o' the way when them big brown lumps go sailin'.
Just leave our old man where the dung lies piled up thick,
And he'll make it fly for miles with his girt big blackthorn stick. CHORUS

4. Now as you all can see, Pa was quite contented.
He had the finest job since work it was invented,
And when our old man laid him down to die,
He'd a forty-acre field with the dung piled six-foot high. CHORUS TWICE