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Thread #109906   Message #2307695
Posted By: GUEST
05-Apr-08 - 03:35 PM
Thread Name: Lyr Req: Joe Muggins and Sweet Sally
Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Jo Muggins and Sweet Sally
I finally found the sheets of paper on which I copied the words.
As previously mentioned, I do not know the title of the book I found them in, but it had Lord Lovell on one page and Joe Muggins on the facing page, plus notes comparing them verse for verse.
The book was in the reference section of Bradford Central Library around 1982. It may still be there.
The version I actually sing has undergone its own minor changes to the words used, although keeping the same basic meaning.

Below is as transcribed from the print version.
JOE MUGGINS.
Parody on "Lord Lovell."


Joe Muggins he stood by his old donkey cart
A' stroking his old black moke
When up came his lady love, sweet Sally Belle
And thus to Joe Muggins she spoke, spoke, spoke
And thus to Joe Muggins she spoke

Where are you going, Joe Muggins, she said
Where are you going cried she
Oh I be a-going, you scamp Sally Belle
To Smithfield to sell my donkey ;key ;key
To Smithfield to sell my donkey.

When will you be back, Joe Muggins? she said
When will you be back, said she
About half past five, or six at the most
So yoo'll get me a bloater for tea, tea, tea
So yoo'll get me a bloater for tea.

Scarce had he been gone three hours or more
To Smithfield and sold his donkey
When the thoughts of his bloater came up in his head
Oh! I hope it's soft roed, said he, he, he
Oh! I hope it's soft roed, said he.

So homeward he went on the Marylebone stage
Till he came to the famed Rose and Crown
And he saw there his Lady-love stretched on the floor
And the people all fighting around, -round, -round
And the people all fighting around.

He sent for two boxes of Morrison's pills
Seven dozen her throat he rammed down
Saying "You won't get drunk in a hurry again"
As the pills she kept swallowing down, down, down
As the pills she kept swallowing down.

Poor Sally she died from the pills, so they say
Which made poor Joe Muggind afright
He swallowed twelve dozen without delay
And gave up the ghost that night, night, night
And gave up the ghost that night.

Joe Muggins was buried the very next day
And Sally in less than a week
And out of her ashes there grew a great carrot
And out of Joe Muggins a leek, leek, leek
And out of Joe Muggins a leek.

They grew and they grew to the top of the grave
Till they wasn't let grow any more
For cut up they were for to season the soup
That was given away to the poor, poor, poor
That was given away to the poor.



I will also be clever, and transcribe the music into ABC format :-


X:1
T:Joe Muggins
M:6/8
C:Transcribed by GtD
L:1/8
Q:100
K:E
B | G E G B B B | c A c B2 B| e e e e2 G | B3-B2
B| e e e e B G | A G A c2 c | B c B A G F | E2 F G2
A | B c B A G F | E3-E z |

A good place to turn this into to MIDI or printable PDF is the ABC converter at Jon Freeman's site, Folkinfo.org .
Copy the text from the X:1 down to the z| and paste it into the input box of the converter.

Quack!
Geoff the Duck.