This wee lesson on American History does not seem to've appeared on the Forum yet. I've transcribed it from a Corries' recording (The Flower of Scotland LP) and there's one gap in the 1st verse to be filled, so, please, anybody?


THE LOO SONG
(Gaskin)

I was born in Arkansas. my mammy was a squaw.
Pappy (???) from timber too.
There's one thing I recall that I hated most of all
'Twas that little green shed - our loo.

CHORUS: It had a seedy shingle roof. I swear that was the truth:
Hinges all rusting and corroding.
'Twas a ghastly shade of green, the worst you've ever seen.
It stood there at the bottom of the garden.

Well, one day when I was six, I was chopping at some sticks,
When a nasty little gleam came to my eye.
I ran down to the john and shoved it off the lawn
Into the river flowing gently by.

Soon my pappy called my name. he yelled, "hey, what's yer game?
Why did you shove our privy in the drink?"
Well, then I shook with fear and shed a little tear.
I said it wasn't me I didn't think. CHORUS

Then my pappy told to me how George Washington felled the tree,
Then he went and owned up straight away,
And because he told the truth, that honest youth forsooth!
His pappy didn't punish him that day.

Well, me being a little green, I thought I'd best come clean,
So I told my pappy how I sank that shack.
Well, with a rebel cry of glee, he held me o'er his knee,
Proceeded to whop me blue and black. CHORUS

Since I hadn't told a lie, I asked my pappy why.
He sat there and he answered with a frown,
"Well, George Washington's pappy he wasn't sitting in the tree
When that little bastard went and chopped it down."

AKS