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Lyr Add: The Norfolk Reed Cutter's Song |
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Subject: RE: Lyr Add: The Norfolk Reed Cutter's Song From: Will Fly Date: 20 Dec 08 - 07:27 AM Excellent - I've got a cap AND a weskit - might 'ave a goo... |
Subject: RE: Lyr Add: The Norfolk Reed Cutter's Song From: Spleen Cringe Date: 20 Dec 08 - 07:24 AM Something like this or this would be the sensible answer. Me, I favour THIS! And here he is... |
Subject: RE: Lyr Add: The Norfolk Reed Cutter's Song From: Will Fly Date: 20 Dec 08 - 06:56 AM Nice one, Will! So... will we be seeing it on Youtube? ;-) Well... I don't know... Do you have suggestions for an appropriate costume - or even just a hat? I think such a performance on The Blessed Tube demands special attire - at least from the waist up. (YouTube watchers don't know that I always make my videos while nude from the waistband down...) |
Subject: RE: Lyr Add: The Norfolk Reed Cutter's Song From: Spleen Cringe Date: 20 Dec 08 - 03:35 AM Nice one, Will! So... will we be seeing it on Youtube? ;-) |
Subject: RE: Lyr Add: The Norfolk Reed Cutter's Song From: The Sandman Date: 19 Dec 08 - 12:41 PM or NORFOLKANDGOOD |
Subject: RE: Lyr Add: The Norfolk Reed Cutter's Song From: Paul Burke Date: 19 Dec 08 - 11:19 AM It's Norfolk in use! |
Subject: RE: Lyr Add: The Norfolk Reed Cutter's Song From: Dave the Gnome Date: 19 Dec 08 - 11:14 AM Could I add the Salford Wassail on the back of this please, Spleen? It is the season to be jolly after all... It has come to mean something different in Salford over the years and the Wassailer has become the Wassailant. Rather than going door to door, or window to window as was more common, to raise money, the Salford Wassailant has now developed a system of Wassailing anyone who passes. Wassail, Wassail we all want some cash My giro is late I can't go on the bash We'll rob some old bird and sell dodgy trees Score some crack and take plenty of ease* *The full meaning has, like other such traditions, been lost in the mists of time. Or the smogs of time in this case. Cheers DeG |
Subject: RE: Lyr Add: The Norfolk Reed Cutter's Song From: VirginiaTam Date: 19 Dec 08 - 10:59 AM snerk |
Subject: RE: Lyr Add: The Norfolk Reed Cutter's Song From: Will Fly Date: 19 Dec 08 - 10:51 AM Wondrous! I kneel in awe - and will practice this for gigs in the New Year! glorious addition to the folk tradition. Will |
Subject: Lyr Add: The Norfolk Reed Cutter's Song From: Spleen Cringe Date: 19 Dec 08 - 10:44 AM I have a feeling this isn't traditional, but as it keeps getting alluded to in various threads, here's my Yuletide present to you all. Apologies for poor quality control and sordid obsessions. No traditional singers were harmed in the writing of this song. Sing to the tune of "Poor Murdered Woman". THE NORFOLK REED CUTTER'S SONG I am a reed cutter, from Norfolk I come My days spent in water right up to my bum When hard at my trade, my enjoyment's complete From the hair on my chin to the webs on my feet It's over the dykes, boys, and into the fens We'll wade through the reeds with the duck and moorhens We'll hook them and scythe them and bundle them up With a few of our finger sliced off for good luck Hear tell of the cutter, Walter Cummaggen And the fate that befell him one morn in the fen A great horde of coypus with mouldering breath Had Walter surrounded and nuzzled to death They laid out his body and stuck it with reeds Of various sizes and left him to bleed The wind whistled through them and softly they played The opening bars of "The Rambling Blade" It was old Harry Willis who made us take heed When he was exposed playing games with his reeds His crimes were too vile for man to divulge Close family and beasts of the field were involved Oh the reeds they are sharp and they cut us like hell The cuts do turn septic, the fingers do swell Like eleven fat sausages – ere was it thus We spend all our evening a-draining the pus And what must we do with the reeds that we cut When we take them back to our poor humble huts Where our poor humble wives wait with buckets of gruel Oh the reed cutter's lot, it is terrible cruel We dry out or reeds and we bind them up tight And it's off to Westminster the very same night Where there's those who'll pay handsome for our humble store For the beating of each other's buttocks red raw So pull down those drawers; grease those cheeks up with lard Beat them and whack them and wallop them hard Oh the reed 'gainst the bottom is worth any price And our humble old trade fuels the national vice |
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