Lyr Req: Hot Stuff (from Gerry Fox)

Subject: RE: Death doing dogs
From: MARINER
Date: 19 Oct 00 - 02:22 PM

Many thanks Yvonne and Walrus, I've been trying to get those words for a long time. Thanks to you too Little Hawk.

Subject: RE: Death doing dogs
From: Little Hawk
Date: 19 Oct 00 - 02:03 PM

To my knowledge Johnny "Death" (well known Orilla singer of songs about death and dismemberment) has done no such thing. :-)

Subject: RE: Death doing dogs
From: The Walrus at work
Date: 19 Oct 00 - 01:42 PM

There is a fifth verse;

"With Monckton and Townshend, those brave Brigadiers,
"I think we shall soon have the town about their ears.
"And when we have done with the mortars and the guns,
"If you please, Madame Abbess, a word with your nuns.
"Each soldier shall enter the convent in buff,
"And then, never fear, we shall give them Hot Stuff!"

the full text can be found at

http://www.acronet.net/~robokopp/usa/hotstuff.htm
(I'm sorry, I can't do the blue clicky things)

According the Grosse's "Dictionary of the Vulgar Tongue" (1783 IIRC), "Madame Abbess" was the nickname for a bawd in charge of a brothel - by extension the "nuns" were the ladies of said establishment.

regards

Walrus

Subject: Lyr Add: HOT STUFF (Edward Botwood)
From: Quincy
Date: 18 Oct 00 - 06:07 PM

Mariner, this sounds like the one.

Hot Stuff
[Air: "Lillies of France"]
Written in 1759 by Edward Botwood, a member of Wolfe's expedition to Quebec.
Botwood was a sergeant of 47th regiment, under Lascelle. He wrote this song on the eve of the expedition; and died in the first attack on the French camp.

Come, each death-doing dog who dares venture his neck,
Come, follow the hero that goes to Quebec;
Jump aboard of the transports, and loose every sail,
Pay your debts at the tavern by giving leg-bail;
And ye that love fighting shall soon have enough:
Wolfe commands us, my boys; we shall give them Hot Stuff.

Up the River St. Lawrence our troops shall advance,
To the Grenadiers' March we will teach them to dance.
Cape Breton we have taken, and next we will try
At their capital to give them another black eye.
Vaudreuil, 'tis in vain you pretend to look gruff,
Those are coming who know how to give you Hot Stuff.

With powder in his periwig, and snuff in his nose,
Monsieur will run down our descent to oppose;
And the Indians will come: but the light infantry
Will soon oblige them to betake to a tree.
From such rascals as these may we fear a rebuff?
Advance, grenadiers, and let fly your Hot Stuff!

When the forty-seventh regiment is dashing ashore,
While bullets are whistling and cannons do roar,
Says Montcalm: 'Those are Shirley's! I know the lapels.'
'You lie,' says Ned Botwood, 'we belong to Lascelles'!
Though our clothing is changed, yet we scorn a powderpuff;
So at you, ye beggars, here's give you Hot Stuff.'


I found it ..
here

best wishes, Yvonne

Subject: Death doing dogs
From: MARINER
Date: 18 Oct 00 - 03:26 PM

Ineed the lyrics of a song called "HOT STUFF". It was recorded by the Northern Irish singer Gerry Fox way back. The first lines go as follows "Come each death doin' dogs who dare venture his neck. Come follow the heros who go to Quebec". At least I think they're the lines. Any help greatly appreciated.