I conducted some research into the original at Towersey FF this last w/e and all said they didnt know it but wished they did,( I regretted not taking the wordw with me!!)s the gathered fragments of the thread, from which a "song" may be selected according to individual taste, When This Morris Dance is over (contributions are marked at end with "Name of origin" to expose the Guilty) When this Morris dance is over When this Morris dance is over Oh How happy I will be When I get my "civvy" clothes on No more Morrising for me No more broken little fingers No more bollickings from the squire I'll hang up my snow white snotters Take my bells off and retire I will stand upon the sidelines Criticize the lack of fire Scoffing at the sides backstepping Saying" In my day we jumped Higher" I will argue with the foreman And I know it will be Bliss Tell the Squire to Foxtrot Oscar And in General take the P**s When they dance in freezing car parks I'll be inside warm and dry In the pub with all the ladies Chatting barmaids on the sly No more questions" which ones Morris?" No more "please do "Shepherds hay" I will sit inside a boozing Watching hankies wave away (Micca) I went there as a musician Dancing was my big mistake I didn't know that they would need me Or that my right arm would break No more Adderbury or Bampton No more Headington you see I'll go home and hang my bells up It's to the physio for me. ( vindelis) P'raps I'll be a folky singer No more knocking over beer And I'll take my singer's finger And I'll stick it in my ear. No more waving of the hanky, No more capering on the grass; You can tell the bl**ding Squire He can stick it up ......(schantieman) When I put away my hankie, I'll look normal like the rest, Never mind my bells and braces And what Yankees call a 'vest' No more dancing in the garden, With our band and 'Obby 'oss And if you will beg my parden, I think your gain is our loss! (Nigel Parsons) No more sticks in funny places No more bladders banged on bum All I wanted was a tankard filled with ale and real by gum(Mr Red) And when me morris days are over I'll have me own seat at the bar I'll entertain the landlord's daughter With tales of how I used to star Like when I had a wee drop taken And dropped me snotters in the trough I fished them out and went back dancing I guessed the wind would dry them off And while the lads are making capers With such gay tales I'll entertain The wives and girlfriends of the dancers While their men do sweat and strain Yes the girls will surely gather round me Once me bells are last unbuckled And when I stop the Morris Dancing There's bound to be some room for cuckolds ( slow alan)
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