Need Song about Tarts or Vicars

Subject: RE: Need Song about Tarts or Vicars
From: Bob Bolton
Date: 31 Jul 00 - 09:38 AM

G'day Patrish,

I will email the screen grab of my MusicTime file to you, as well as a MIDI file, which should be able to find some resident app to play ... at least it will if you have anything like a recent version of Windows ... and definitely will if you are in a Mac OS.

I'm glad you like the words. I have a slightly different version of the tune, but I have not transcribed it, so I can't confuse you with two versions.

Regards,

Bob Bolton

Subject: RE: Need Song about Tarts or Vicars
From: MMario
Date: 31 Jul 00 - 09:45 AM

The maid's conjuring book and tune are here

Subject: RE: Need Song about Tarts or Vicars
From: Catrin
Date: 31 Jul 00 - 09:49 AM

Mmario,

After trying title, various phrases etc. from the song, I came up with no hits. I genuinely believed it wasn't in the DT. I know its a bit of a no-no to post songs that are already in. I do apologise.

Catrin

Subject: RE: Need Song about Tarts or Vicars
From: Bob Bolton
Date: 01 Aug 00 - 12:01 AM

G'day Catrin,

I have also posted songs after a DigiTrad search did not find them, only to find out they were indeed there all along. I used to think it was just bad search syntax, but I am no longer so sure.

Regards,

Bob Bolton

Subject: RE: Need Song about Tarts or Vicars
From: GUEST,steverainbow
Date: 01 Aug 00 - 07:28 AM

In Yarmouth town there lives a man
He runs the inn down on the strand
He has a lovely daughter fair
Plump little figure and golden hair

Chorus: wont ye come down wont ye come down
Won't ye come down to Yarmouth town?

More to follow (It gets dirtier)

HTML line breaks added. --JoeClone, 25-Aug-02.

Subject: RE: Need Song about Tarts or Vicars
From: MMario
Date: 01 Aug 00 - 09:32 AM

I wasn't implying bad manners or anything, honest. sorry. Just wanted to put the link in so people could find the tune. *hangs head* I didn't mean to make no one feel bad

Subject: RE: Need Song about Tarts or Vicars
From: MMario
Date: 01 Aug 00 - 09:39 AM

a similair song to "Yarmouth town" is this one (DUMIAMA DINGIAMA DUMIAMA DAY)

and "Yarmouth Town" can be found here save your fingers

Subject: RE: Need Song about Tarts or Vicars
From: Bob Bolton
Date: 10 Aug 00 - 01:57 AM

G'day again Patrish,

I did mention, up above, that the tune I posted for Am A Tolerant Man is not really what I have sung for some decades. This all stirred me into transcribing the tune, as I know it, and I will email you a GIF copy of the words as music as I sing it (a Sydney/Bob Bolton variant?).

Regards,I will also post the variant MIDI to Alan of Oz for possible addition to the MIDI site.

Bob bolton

Subject: RE: Need Song about Tarts or Vicars
From: WyoWoman
Date: 10 Aug 00 - 12:48 PM

"Sister Josephine" -- a local group called Colcannon does it, but I don't know if it's their own or someone else's composition. Anyone else heard of it?

And, of course, the utterly un-folk but completely scandalous and wonderful Sondheim's "Madam's Song" ("I Never Do Anything Twice").

ww

Subject: RE: Need Song about Tarts or Vicars
From: Alan of Australia
Date: 25 Oct 00 - 09:56 PM

G'day,
Thanks to Bob Bolton two tunes for "I Am A Tolerant Man" can be found at the Mudcat MIDI site.

Cheers,
Alan

Subject: RE: Need Song about Tarts or Vicars
From: Long Firm Freddie (at work)
Date: 26 Oct 00 - 07:09 AM

From "Don't Do It Again Matilda" sung by legendary music hall star Harry Champion:-

Matilda once went to a fancy dress ball
She played an original part
She spread herself over with raspberry jam
And she went as a raspberry tart!

LFF

Subject: Lyr Add: RAIN
From: Stewart
Date: 26 Oct 00 - 12:35 PM

Lyrics by Newman Levy from "Theatre Guyed," 1933, Alfred A. Knopf; sings to the tune of MARY ELLEN CARTER. See: CLICK

RAIN

On the isle of Pago Pago,
land of palm trees, rice and sago,
Where the Chinaman and Dago
dwell with natives dusky hued,
Lived a dissolute and shady,
bold adventuress named Sadie,
Sadie Thompson was the lady,
and the life she lived was lewd.

She had practised her profession
in our insular possession,
Which, to make a frank confession,
people call the Philippines.
There she'd made a tidy profit
till the clergy, hearing of it,
Made her life as hot as Tophet,
driving her to other scenes.

So this impudent virago
hied herself to Pago Pago
Where the Chinaman and Dago
to her cottage often came.
Trade was lucrative and merry,
till one day the local ferry
Brought a noble missionary,
Rev'rend Davidson by name.

Stern, austere and apostolic,
life was no amusing frolic.
Braving fevers, colds and colic,
he had come with prayers and hymns,
Most intolerant of wowsers,
to those primitive carousers
Bearing chaste and moral trousers
to encase their nether limbs.

In her quaint exotic bower,
'mid a never-ending shower,
Sadie Thompson, by the hour,
entertained the local trade.
Every night brought more and more men,
soldiers, natives, clerks and store-men,
Sailors, gallant man-of-war men,
while her gay victrola played.

"Ha!" exclaimed the irate pastor,
"straight you're headed for disaster.
I'll convince you who's the master,
shameless woman of the street
"Listen, Rev.," said Sadie tartly,
pardon me for punning smartly
"Though I get your meaning-partly -
still, alas, a girl must eat."

"Girl," he cried in indignation,
"choose at once between salvation
And immediate deportation
from this charming tropic glade.
Like a devastating plague,
0 Scarlet Dame of Pago Pago,
You're as welcome as lumbago,
plying here your brazen trade."

Sadie said, "Though I'm no scoffer,
that's a lousy choice you proffer,
Still I must accept your offer
though my pride has been attacked.
Come on, Rev., and let us kill
a flask or two of sarsaparilla
Here in my delightful villa
while I watch you do your act."

Let us veil the tragic sequel,
for a pious man but weak will
Find, alas, that he's unequal
to a lady's potent charms.
So his long suppressed libido,
sharp as steel of famed Toledo,
Spurning prayers and hymns and credo,
found surcease in Sadie's arms.

There beside the waters tidal,
urged by impulse suicidal,
Lay, next day, the shattered idol,
cleansed at last of sin and taint.
Here's the moral: Though a preacher
fail to make a fallen creature
Pure and saintly as her teacher,
she, perhaps, can make a saint.

Subject: RE: Need Song about Tarts or Vicars
From: GUEST,CraigS
Date: 26 Oct 00 - 09:02 PM

There's an old rugby song which begins There was a priest, a dirty beast, his name was Alexander

which is filthy and has a whore in it,etc

but I thought I might mention "New York Girls" as something with tarts in it.