GREENSLEEVES (The Ice Cream Song) (Author unknown)
Alas good folk you do me wrong To show such animosity, You ate my food now despise my song — The beautiful evergreen Greensleeves.
Sweet and pure was the tune I played As I passed each road, with my ice cream load, That noise I made was my mark of trade I was known by the tune of Greensleeves.
The housewife cheered when I first appeared And she went no more to the corner store Now angry cries stop my enterprise And my little machine that plays Greensleeves.
A year ago there was wild acclaim And the children ran to my ice-cream van But the Beatles came and, I fell from fame With my 16th century Greensleeves.
At last the 'News' aired the people's views Ice cream shops swear I played unfair, With much debate councils sealed my fate Put an end to my playing of Greensleeves.
With a bit of luck I can sell each truck And a rival team buys unused ice cream But it's really hell when you're trying to sell One hundred machines that play Greensleeves.
Notes: To the obvious tune; this version was copied from the 'Bangor Song Book', produced by the Scout & Guide club of the University college of North Wales (published 1970)