Subject: Ricketty Ticketty Tin From: poet Date: 11 Sep 99 - 06:12 PM Hi Folkies Any one got the lyrics to this BLACK COMEDY song all I can remember from it is:-
she put them in a pot for a stew |
Subject: RE: Lyr/Chords Req: Rickety Tickety Tin From: Joe Offer Date: 11 Sep 99 - 06:29 PM Hi, Graham - I think the official name of Tom Lehrer's classic is The Irish Ballad (click). The chords in the Rise Up Singing songbook aren't always the best, but here's what they have: Dm - DmGm Dm / Gm Dm DmC Dm /-Joe Offer- |
Subject: RE: Lyr/Chords Req: Ricketty Ticketty Tin From: val sommerville Date: 11 Sep 99 - 07:23 PM about a maid i'll sing a song say rickety etc. about a maid I'll sing a song a maid who did her family wrong not only did she do them wrong she did every one of them in in in she did every one of them in one evening in a fit of pique say rickety etc one evening in a fit of pique she threw her father in the creek the water tasted bad for a week and they had to make do with gin gin gin they had to make do with gin her mother she could never stand say ricety etc her mother she could never stand and so an arsenic soup she planned her mother died with her spoon in her hand and her face ina terrible grin grin grin her face in a terrible grin (know rest will send when more time) |
Subject: RE: Lyr/Chords Req: Ricketty Ticketty Tin From: Joe Offer Date: 11 Sep 99 - 07:42 PM Hi, Val - Welcome to the 'Cat. Thanks for typing all that, but if you follow the link I posted in the previous message (or here), you'll see that we've already got the song in our database. Generally we try not to post lyrics that are already here, unless we have major variations on what's already in the database. I'm sure you'll find as time goes on that you know a lot of songs you can contribute that aren't in the database. -Joe offer- |
Subject: RE: Lyr/Chords Req: Ricketty Ticketty Tin From: poet Date: 12 Sep 99 - 08:04 AM Bloody Marvellous! thank you very much,I'll have that up and ready for a Christmas gig I'm doing. Thanks again. & so quick too. Graham Hyett(Guernsey) |
Subject: RE: Lyr/Chords Req: Ricketty Ticketty Tin From: Allan C. Date: 13 Sep 99 - 11:29 AM Many of Tom Lehrer's best works are included on this marvelous site: Demented Lyrics |
Subject: RE: Lyr/Chords Req: Ricketty Ticketty Tin From: Susan A-R Date: 13 Sep 99 - 11:29 PM There is also a great songbook of his stuff (pretty much everything) called Too Many Songs by Tom Lehrer and Not enough drawings by . . . It's worth getting!! Susan |
Subject: RE: Lyr/Chords Req: Ricketty Ticketty Tin From: GUEST,Noah Pevar Date: 31 Jan 00 - 11:54 PM Whats wrong with the chords in Rise up singing Joe? Noah Pevar |
Subject: RE: Lyr/Chords Req: Ricketty Ticketty Tin From: Amos Date: 01 Feb 00 - 05:20 PM She chopped her baby brother in two (2x) And served him up as an Irish Stew. |
Subject: RE: Lyr/Chords Req: Ricketty Ticketty Tin From: Joe Offer Date: 01 Feb 00 - 06:21 PM Hi, Noah - I'm not a guitarist, but I frequently hear guitarists complain about the chords in Rise Up Singing. They say the chords often just don't fit the tune. Trouble is, what our song circle guitarists come up with, is often worse. So, who's to say? -Joe Offer, who prefers to sing a cappella- |
Subject: Lyr Add: THE IRISH BALLAD (Tom Lehrer) From: GUEST,olivia Date: 12 Sep 04 - 06:11 PM THE IRISH BALLAD (Tom Lehrer) As recorded by Tom Lehrer on "Revisited" (1960)
1. About a maid I'll sing a song.
2. One morning in a fit of pique,
3. Her mother she could never stand.
4. She set her sister's hair on fire.
5. She weighted her brother down with stones.
6. One day when she had nothing to do,
7. And when at last the police came by,
8. My tragic tale I won't prolong. |
Subject: Lyr Add: THE IRISH BALLAD (Tom Lehrer) From: GUEST,Shelaghkew@aol.com Date: 01 Jan 06 - 02:59 AM I don't have the music but here are the lyrics: About a maid I'll sing a song, Sing ricketty, ticketty tin, About a maid I'll sing a song, Who didn't have her family long, Not only did she do them wrong, She did everyone of them in, them in, She did everyone of them in. One morning in a fit of pique, Sing ricketty, ticketty tin, One morning in a fit of pique, She drowned her father in the creek, The water tasted bad for a week, And they had to make do with gin, with gin, They had to make do with gin. Her mother she could never stand, Sing ricketty, ticketty tin, Her mother she could never stand, so a cyanide soup she planned, Her mother did with the spoon in her hand, And her face in a hidious grin, a grin, Her face in a hidious grin. She set her sister's hair on fire, Sing ricketty, ticketty tin, She set her sister's hair on fire, And as the smoke and flame rose higher, She danced around the funeral pyre, Playing the violin, oilin, Playing the violin. She weighted her brother down with stones, Sing ricketty, ticketty tin, She weighted her brother down with stones, And sent him off to Davy Jones, All they ever found were some bones, And occasional pieces of skin, of skin, Occasional pieces of skin. One day when she had nothing to do, Sing ricketty, ticketty tin, One day when she had nothing to do, She cut her little brother in two, And served him up in an Irish stew, And invited the neighbors in, bors in, Invited the neighbors in. And when at last the police came by, Sing ricketty, ticketty tin, And when at last the police came by, Her little pranks she did not deny, For to do so she would have had to lie, And lying, she knew, was a sin, as sin, Lying she knew was a sin. My tragic tale I won't prolong, Sing ricketty ticketty tin, My tragic tale I won't prolong, And if you do not enjoy my song, You've yourselves to blame if it's too long, You should never have let me begin, begin, You should never have let me begin. SB |
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