Lyr Add: For Old, New and Inbetween Timers

Subject: RE: Lyr Add: For Old, New and Inbetween Timers
From: pattyClink
Date: 27 Nov 02 - 11:47 PM

Nice lyrics, jeanie!

Subject: Add: HOW DID THE GOATS GET IN?
From: wysiwyg
Date: 26 Nov 02 - 11:19 PM

OK, Jeanie, I'll play--

Saw this posted recently somewhere online, and it came up in a discussion of last Sunday's church readings. When I looked it up today for that discussion, it kinda reminded me of the current debate" a little bit. Of course it's flawed theology, which is why we didn't use it in church-- people are actually responsible for themselves, and no Master can control others' free will-- but it is kinda cute.

~Susan

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HOW DID THE GOATS GET IN?

Oh! Master Shepherd of the flock
The fold looks bare and thin.
The sheep have almost left the fold--
How did the goats get in?

CHORUS:
You've let down the bars, you've let down the bars,
You've compromised with sin.
You've let down the bars, all the sheep ran out
And you've let all the goats come in.

You tried to get the banker in
So you could use his gold.
The rich and mighty you may have,
But the poor's left in the cold.

You let the television in
To entertain the crowd.
So while the poor sheep starved to death
The goats are fat and proud.

Now the sheep are careful what they eat,
Green pastures you must bring,
But the goats don't know the difference.
They'll chew on any old thing.

Well, the goats now run the whole program
And what a mess at that.
So Master Shepherd raise up the bars
And the sheep will all come back.

Subject: Lyr Add: For Old, New and Inbetween Timers
From: Jeanie
Date: 26 Nov 02 - 07:12 PM

I was going to add this to the "Mudcat Oldtimers" thread, but then I thought no, be bold, be daring, and start a new one.

Being neither an Old- nor a Newtimer to Mudcat, I don't feel qualified to add to the Oldtimers' debate. As an Inbetweentimer, I see Mudcat as a virtual reality folk club. In the best folk clubs, you will find the serious purists, the people who are simply there for a good night out and a laugh, and all sorts inbetween, with everyone feeling welcome. Maybe all of us have been each of these kinds of people at various times and in various places and have enjoyed (or at least tolerated !) each others' company.

Now, at the risk of being ex-cattinated, enter the Chorus of Mudcat Old, New and Inbetweentimers, apologising profusely to Lionel Bart:

FINGS AIN'T WOT THEY USED TO BE

Them kids wiv no decorum
'Ave changed our folky forum
And fings ain't wot they used to be

They're ere just for a natter
They're not our kind o' Catter
O, fings ain't wot they used to be

Them blokes are so coarse, punchin' that 'orse
They make us steam and cuss
It used to be fine, til we 'ad 9
Wot 'ave they done for us ? I ask yer

Still we're not going to pack
So take us to Hull and back
We're glad fings ain't wot they used to
Fings ain't wot they used to
Fings ain't wot they used to be !!


Cheers all !
- jeanie