Subject: ADD John Macraw (The fattest man in the foty-twa)
From:
Jim McLean
Date: 01 Feb 18 - 07:51 AM
I've just been to the British Library and saw/photographed the original sheet music. I'll enter the text with spelling and punctuation exactly as printed.
John Macraw.
(The fattest man in the Forty-Twa.)
Written and Composed by Arranged by
HARRY LINN CHARLES W CURTISS.
Key F.
Noo I'm a noble soldier bold,
And only twenty five years old,
A braver warrior ne'er was seen,
Frae Inverness tae Gretna Green,
When I was young my faither said,
He'd put me tae a decent trade,
I didna like hard work at a'
So left and join'd the Forty-Twa.
CHORUS
The wind may blaw and the cock may craw,
The rain may rain and the snaw may snaw,
Ye couldna frichten John Macraw,
The fattest man in the Forty-Twa.
2. The sergeant when he 'listed me,
He winked his e'e and then says he,
"A man like you sae stoot and tall,
Could n'er be killed by cannon-ball."
The Captain then tae me came roun'
He looked me up and looked me doon,
And shouts "Here sergeant, why, you scamp,
You've found a lamp-post out on tramp."
CHORUS The wind may blaw, etc.
3. In oor last fecht across the sea,
The Gen'ral he sent hame for me,
When I went there wi' my big gun
Of course the battle it was won.
The enemy a' ran awa'
When they saw the legs o' John Macraw,
A man like me sae smart and neat
Ye ken yersel could n'er be beat.
CHORUS The wind may blaw, etc.
4. The King then held a Grand Review,
We mustered sixty thoosand too,
The Kilty Lads went trotting past
And John Macraw, he marched the last,
The Royal Party grabb'd their spec's
And they began to stretch their necks,
The King cries "Col'nel!'pon my soul!
I took that man for a telegraph pole."
CHORUS The wind may blaw, etc.
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Copyright MCMV111 by Frank Simpson.
If anyone wants photo's (front cover shows a kilted soldier in colour) email me at jawmac@aol.com
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