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Songs about Home Brewed Beer
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Subject: Home Brewed Beer From: Les in Chorlton Date: 23 Feb 09 - 11:04 AM Does anybody know any songs about Home Brewed Beer? Cheers,cheers! L in C |
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Subject: RE: Home Brewed Beer From: Bert Date: 23 Feb 09 - 11:14 AM Garnett's home made beer |
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Subject: RE: Home Brewed Beer From: Les in Chorlton Date: 23 Feb 09 - 11:38 AM Bert, that's brilliant Thanks a lot L in C |
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Subject: RE: Home Brewed Beer From: somersetmade Date: 23 Feb 09 - 11:45 AM The Fivepenny Piece had a song called 'Home Made Brew' - a cheery and catchy song extolling the virtues of "whoam brewed" ale. It's on their 'Very Best Of The Fivepenny Piece' CD - and I have a copy of the sheet music and lyrics if you're interested. cheers, Frank www.5pp.co.uk |
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Subject: RE: Home Brewed Beer From: The Sandman Date: 23 Feb 09 - 12:06 PM garnetts home brewed beer,looks as if its based on barrets privateers,which was written by stan rogers. |
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Subject: RE: Home Brewed Beer From: bobad Date: 23 Feb 09 - 12:11 PM "garnetts home brewed beer,looks as if its based on barrets privateers,which was written by stan rogers." Garnet (note one T) is the brother of the late Stan Rogers. |
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Subject: RE: Home Brewed Beer From: Bill D Date: 23 Feb 09 - 12:14 PM Yes...it sure was. As I understand it, Garnet Rogers was doing a set in a pub, and during the break Ian Robb, and maybe someone else, but mostly Ian, went out in the kitchen and wrote the whole thing...than came back and sang it at Garnet the same night. |
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Subject: RE: Home Brewed Beer From: gnu Date: 23 Feb 09 - 12:20 PM Great song, great story. Thanks! |
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Subject: Lyr Add: HOME BREWED (Adrian Yates) From: Sooz Date: 23 Feb 09 - 12:23 PM Not a song but this monologue is excellent: HOME BREWED Adrian Yates I remember it was home brew, the bottle once held pop I remember how it foamed and fizzed as I slowly undid t¹top I even can remember the pint pot¹s foaming crown And the nice warm glow it gave me as I slowly supped it down But what I don¹t remember is how I¹ve ended up in t¹park Laid out on a wooden bench and all alone in t¹dark And I wish I knew for certain where my shoes have gone And what¹s happened to my waistcoat, coz I¹m sure I had one on Everything¹s all hazy, my memory just won¹t clear I wish I knew for certain just how I¹ve gotten here My head pounds like a smithy, my tongue tastes like a mat My false teeth itch like measles, and I¹m sure I¹ve ate a cat I¹d get up and try and walk it off if only I could stand But after trying once or twice and ending up in t¹sand I don¹t think as I¹ll bother, for it does no good at all What¹s the sense in trying to stand when all you do is fall? So if there¹s anybody out there who can help me out this jam Can someone please tell me where I live and also who I am? For I¹d dearly like to get back home to hang my head in shame And find out if there¹s any left then I¹ll have some more of t¹same |
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Subject: RE: Home Brewed Beer From: Weasel Date: 23 Feb 09 - 01:17 PM "Ale is Physic" is about a chap who is cured by a jug of home brewed ale Cheers |
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Subject: Lyr Add: THE RUSTY COLD FARMER (Kipper Family) From: Little Robyn Date: 23 Feb 09 - 02:00 PM From the Kipper Family: The Ever Decreasing Circle The Rusty, Cold Farmer I'm a rusty, cold farmer in a cottage well thatched My rusty, cold cupboard is full In my rusty, cold garden there's chickens and ducks And a pig and a sheep and a bull CHO: I brew home brewed bread and I brew home brewed cheese I brew home brewed beer and I drink it My rusty, cold knowledge is second to none I don't say a lot but I think it At four in the morning I rise from my bed For that is the lot of the farmer If you saw my missus then you'd understand I call her my morning alarmer On Monday and Tuesday I take life quite slow On Wednesday and Thursday I slack On Friday and Saturday I don't do a sight And by Sunday I'm flat on my back In Spring that's too wet to go on the land In Summer that's always too dry In Autumn that's cold and the crops get the mould And that's how we keep the prices high There's April, there's May, there's June and July There's August, September, October and then November, December, January, February And March. Then we all start again I just love the Kippers! Robyn |
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Subject: RE: Home Brewed Beer From: Bill D Date: 23 Feb 09 - 02:58 PM The OLD song, "When Jones's Ale Was New" is essentially about home brewing. http://www.kitchenmusician.net/smoke/jones.html |
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Subject: Lyr Add: IN THE CELLAR OF TIMBERLINE LODGE From: GUEST,.gargoyle Date: 23 Feb 09 - 03:48 PM IN THE CELLAR OF TIMBERLINE LODGE (The Caisson Song)
Chorus:
So it's guzzle, guzzle, guzzle
Roll it out, roll it out
The National Engineering Book of Song and Verse
Sincerely, |
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Subject: RE: Home Brewed Beer From: Les in Chorlton Date: 24 Feb 09 - 02:44 AM Thanks folks - some excellent songs - time start the Chorlton Home Brew Society? Cheers, cheers L in C |
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Subject: RE: Home Brewed Beer From: DMcG Date: 24 Feb 09 - 03:18 AM Some versions of John Barleycorn, such as Steeleye's, end with: "And they pour him out of an old brown jug And they call him home-brewed ale." Or are you distinguishing between 'ale' and 'beer'? *grin* |
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Subject: RE: Home Brewed Beer From: Abdul The Bul Bul Date: 24 Feb 09 - 03:22 AM Hi Little Robyn, Do you think it could be "rustic old" knowledge. Al |
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Subject: RE: Home Brewed Beer From: BillE Date: 24 Feb 09 - 04:14 AM Don't forget the "Cottage Well Thatched with Straw" "A cottage well thatch'd with straw, And a cottage well thatch'd with straw, For he had home-brew'd, brown bread, And a cottage well thatch'd with straw." Bill |
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Subject: RE: Home Brewed Beer From: Little Robyn Date: 24 Feb 09 - 01:15 PM No Abdul, the words came straight from the Kipper's site. Kipper's songs are designed like that - it will sound like something else - Rustic old farmer for example, but in their version it's Rusty cold farmer! That's the beauty of Kipper's songs. Have a look at some of these: Kipper songs Robyn |
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Subject: RE: Home Brewed Beer From: Abdul The Bul Bul Date: 26 Feb 09 - 01:46 AM Thanks LR.... a new horizon and a lesson to research before speaking!! Al |
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Subject: RE: Home Brewed Beer From: GUEST,Jack Campin Date: 26 Feb 09 - 05:56 AM Somewhere in Gennady Aygi's anthology of Chuvash poetry there is an ancient charm-song to get beer to ferment. I used to play regularly with the Edinburgh whistle player Jimmy Greenan. He drank himself to death on homebrew after running up unpayable debts at every bar within walking distance of where he lived. A slow messy suicide that took about two years of decline into increasing insanity. I've never since been able to see it as an innocuous hobby. |
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Subject: RE: Home Brewed Beer From: Louie Roy Date: 26 Feb 09 - 02:51 PM I have a fiddle tune that's called Home Brew Rag if that is what you're looking for that I can MP3 |
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Subject: Lyr Add: THE OLD HOME BREW (Dixon Brothers) From: Jim Dixon Date: 20 May 13 - 10:55 AM THE OLD HOME BREW As sung by The Dixon Brothers on Bluebird 7802, 1937. 1. America, we're glad, although you made us sad For many many a long and weary year. With your war against the rum, we all got on the bum, But we're thankful that you gave us back the beer. CHORUS: What are we going to do with that old home brew? We do not need it since we have the beer. We do not want the brew, although we know it's true, When day was dark it was to us so dear. 2. America, you see, prohibition could not be. You made your law against the rock and rye. Your law was on the line, but all the stills you could not find. The boys were drowning wet when you were dry. 3. America, you're sweet; you gave us all a treat. We're glad we're living in your happy land. We're drinking to your health; may your future all be wealth With a glass of foaming beer in either hand. [The New Lost City Ramblers also recorded this. Their recording is on "American Moonshine and Prohibition Songs."] |
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Subject: Lyr Add: THE BALLAD OF BOOZELDON (Ken Shales) From: GUEST,John Foxen Date: 20 May 13 - 11:38 AM I haven't brewed my own ale for years but when I did Ken Shales' book, Brewing Better Beer (published 1967), was my bible. My copy has long vanished but I was pleased to find on the net Ken's Ballad Of Boozeldon (he lived in Basildon, Essex). THE BALLAD OF BOOZELDON by Ken Shales
1 am a happy booze runner, with a production line, |
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Subject: Lyr Add: HOME BREW RAG (Lowe Stokes) From: Jim Dixon Date: 20 May 13 - 04:06 PM HOME BREW RAG As sung by Lowe Stokes on "Lowe Stokes, Vol. 1 (1927-1930)", Document Records, 1999. I've never been drunk but about one time and I think it was on home brew. If you ever drank any brew yourself, you know just what it'll do. I think I'll go home right now and make me a barrel or two. Eeks! Hoo! Home brew! We know what it'll do. Now come on, boys; I made my brew, and I believe you'll say it's good. If it isn't just what it should be, I done the best I could. Now come on, boys, and let's have a little drink, and see what she will do. Eeks! Hoo! Home brew! We know what it'll do. |
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Subject: Lyr Add: LOGGERS HOME BREW (Buzz Martin) From: Jim Dixon Date: 20 May 13 - 04:43 PM LOGGERS HOME BREW As sung by Buzz Martin on "Where There Walks a Logger There Walks a Man/A Logger's Reward) [That is, 2 LPs reissued as one CD.] Well, my buddy called me up on the telephone; he said, "Come on over tonight. I just bottled up a batch about a month ago; it oughta be just about right." Well, we set around a-drinkin' and lyin' to one another till I guess about one or two. Man, you don't know what a hangover is till you get one from drinkin' home brew. (Man, you don't know what a hangover is till you get one from drinkin' home brew.) We been tryin' to make a decent batch o' that brew for such a long time now, But each one seems a little worse than the last; you'd think we'd finally learned how. We got the recipe from a logger; let me tell this story to you: Ever since that day, we been tryin' to make one decent batch o' home brew. (Man, you don't know what a hangover is till you get one from drinkin' home brew.) Well, my buddy and me we was just nineteen, and the back of our ears still damp, When we moved up forty-eight miles from town and went to work in this loggin' camp. Them old loggers kept a crock in the corner that stunk to the heavens blue, And, gathered around that potbellied stove, we tasted our first home brew. (Man, you don't know what a hangover is till you get one from drinkin' home brew.) Them old loggers they'd drink that brew until some went out o' their minds. Couple of the others they turned on their brothers, an' one of 'em went stone blind, But we kept on a-sippin' and samplin' until one day we finally knew That we was just as bad as the rest o' those guys; we was hooked on that old home brew. (Man, you don't know what a hangover is till you get one from drinkin' home brew.) Everything was OK until one day when we helped 'em clean out their crock. There was somebody's old long-lost suspenders and a halfway wore-out sock. There was gnats and bugs and mosquitoes and flies and I guess a bedbug or two. They just laughed and said, "That adds a flavor to a logger's old home brew." (Man, you don't know what a hangover is till you get one from drinkin' home brew.) They just laughed and said, "That adds a flavor to a logger's old home brew." |
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Subject: Lyr Add: FIVE PENCE A BOTTLE From: Bob Bolton Date: 20 May 13 - 10:44 PM G'day brewer/boozers ... Back around 1963, Don Henderson (now deceased ... but not necessarily from his home brew ...) wrote up the tale of a batch (which MAY just have been made with sugar stored to close to something more in the "solvent" class than the "potable:"! (I do have the dots ... somewhere .but usually sing it unaccompanied and by what remains of my memory!) Regard(les)s, BobB Five Pence A Bottle Don Henderson, 1963 (Bob Bolton version … ???) A small town in Queensland, it doesn't matter where, for those that don't know … don't even care. Don't care at all, 'til after they hear that the local inhabitants brew their own beer. Chorus Oh, it's five pence a bottle and that is the rub. That's less than we pay for a glass in the pub. Each sip I take fills me with wrath. Who gets the cream while I get the froth? Oh, the first lot they made was a bit of a risk, for you sometimes got poisoned before you got … full; but the brew has improved by making some tests on daredevil friends and unwitting guests. Chorus Oh, it's five pence a bottle and that is the rub … With more dedication than Madame Curie, with care that would shame to Resch's Brewery, they made a good drop. Oh, yes it's a beauty, at five pence a bottle and no excise duty. Chorus Oh, it's five pence a bottle and that is the rub … Well, that was long ago, now they've got the game sewn up and the town will still be there, if it hasn't been blown up. But the chances are few of there being such disaster … though it's bottled fast, it's drunk even faster. Chorus Oh, it's five pence a bottle and that is the rub … Still we're sitting here, like a pack of mugs, buying beer in schooners - and beer in jugs. While the beer here's all right, the beer up there is nice, and you could buy the bloody pub for the difference in the price. Chorus Oh, it's five pence a bottle and that is the rub … |
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Subject: RE: Songs about Home Brewed Beer From: Bob Bolton Date: 20 May 13 - 10:55 PM G'day again, Just back for a few 'translations from the Australian' ... Reschs - 4 th stanza - a well known Sydney region brewery. Schooner(s) - Large glass(s) 15 fluid ounces or 445 ml (around Sydney, anyway) ... Nothing else that I notice ... Regards, BobB |
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