Songs from the Mudcat Worldwide Singaround

Subject: RE: Mudcat Worldwide Singaround - On Zoom Mondays
From: GerryM
Date: 25 Nov 20 - 09:05 PM

Here's my list of songs that were performed, in order, at the Singaround on 23/24 November 2020. I came in half an hour into proceedings, so I missed maybe half-a-dozen at the beginning. I didn't get a name for the song Jerry O'Neill sang, about singing folk songs to a very noisy, non-folkie audience. Also, Steve Belsey sang a shanty, all I got was the repeated phrase, "a dollar a day". Laura Martin sang two songs in Gaelic, I only got one of the titles, Fear a Bhata. Corrections, additions, and random wisecracks all welcome. Here's what I have:

Dido, Bendigo
The Solo Sock
I Haven't Told Her, She Hasn't Told Me
When All Men Sing
L'alouette et le pinson
Lovers Heart
A Dollar a Day [?]
She's Someone's Grandmother
River Driving
Sailor's Grave
Megan Murphy
254 Shades of Gray
Song for Wind and Tree
[Jerry O'Neill]
The Key of R
It Bruised Her Somewhat
Thanksgiving Eve
The Bergen
Now I'm Easy
Give Me a Man with a Nose
Barbara Allen
Zuleika
Rose of San Antone
The Barring of the Door
Logs to Burn
The Hawk and the Crow
Thanksgiving Prayer
Windmills
Oor Hamlet
Sammy's Bar Revisited
Plains of Waterloo
The Verdant Braes of Skreen
Caledonia
Fear a Bhata [and another Scots/Gaelic song]
Here's Hoping
Country Life
Sweet is the Melody
Midnight on the Water
Gartan Mother's Lullaby
For the Beauty of the Earth
Ding Dang Dong Go the Wedding Bells
Piano Leg [Broken Token-2]
Hi Jolly the Camel Driver
Uncle Dave's Grace
Let's Go Where All the Crowd Goes
The Rasta Masta
Pretty Boy Floyd
Courting in the Kitchen
Dark-Eyed Daughter
How Can I Keep From Purring
Someday Soon (Retired version)
Where Have All the Flowers Gone
Crazy
Amazing Grace (in Gaelic)
Lay Down Beside Me
Yorkshire Song
She Didn't Dance, Dance, Dance
Dying at Home
Nancy Whiskey
Ballad of Charlie David
My Lady of Autumn

Subject: RE: Mudcat Worldwide Singaround - On Zoom Mondays
From: MoorleyMan
Date: 19 Nov 20 - 02:08 PM

Noreen - I own up! It was myself who sang Song For Vic...

Subject: RE: Mudcat Worldwide Singaround - On Zoom TODAY!!!
From: GerryM
Date: 18 Nov 20 - 11:22 PM

I tried to make a list of all the songs/poems that were performed, in order, at the Singaround on 16/17 November 2020. I came in half an hour into proceedings, but MoorleyMan has filled me in on what I missed (thanks!). And there were a few where I didn't get a name, just a topic. Here's what I have:

Right Said Fred
My Bag For Life Has Just Died (poem)
Frankie's Trade
I Don't Need You
Les Filles des Forges (in French)
Ranter's Wharf
Bring Us Good Ale
A Chat with Your Mother
Le P'tit Bonheur
Frankie and Johnny
Rolling and Tumbling
Viva La Quince Brigada
Shocking Murders in Whitechapel
Rupert the Ranger
Everybody Knows Me in My Old Brown Hat
Jamboree Jones
Send Me to Glory in a Glad Bag
Congo River
I Wish I Knew How It Would Feel To Be Free
The Rains Have Come Again
We'll Chant Away Until Dawn
And the Band Played Waltzing Matilda
Thiepval
[Shout Out Shop]
Vegematic
I Still Miss Someone
Le Chinois
Mary was an Only Child
I'm So Lonesome I Could Cry
Such a Nice Girl, Too
No Sun, No Moon
Ballad of Dog Dually
Cannily, Cannily
Rock Me Baby
Whaleroad
Light of a Clear Blue Morning
Do Me Ama
Turn the Lathe Gently
King of Rome
The Willow Tree
Sally Free and Easy
Fanny Blair
The Barley Mow
Lie If I Want To
Gray Goose
Song for Vic (Borneo)
The Half-Hitch
Captain Kidd
Eensie Weensie Spider
More Hills to Climb
(Parody of) Galway Bay
My Own Dear Galway Bay
The Shape of Things
Gone Shopping
Lincoln Park Pirates
Beans Taste Fine
[Song about masking]
Shift and Spin
Appliance Time Again
Little Sadie
Andy's Gone with Cattle
Lady River
The Last Adieu
Irn Bru
Not Spenser
[Song based on The Bold/Beaux Gendarmes]
To All the Cats I've Loved Before
Pirate Jenny
Witch Hazel

Subject: Songs from the Mudcat Worldwide Singaround
From: Joe Offer
Date: 28 Sep 20 - 12:31 PM

We started the Mudcat Worldwide Singaround in June, 2020, and it has been a wonderful gathering every Monday since then. I don't know how long it will go on, but I hope to stay with it until it fades away. I have an ulterior motive for this singaround - to add song research material for Mudcat. Gerry Myerson has recently been compiling lists of songs such at the singaround, and many people have submitted the lyrics to the songs they sang. I'm going to use this thread to serve as a home for those lists and lyrics. Gerry will be a moderator of this thread.
-Joe-

Subject: RE: Mudcat Worldwide Singaround - On Zoom Mondays
From: GerryM
Date: 31 Aug 20 - 05:35 AM

I'm hoping to sing Used To Be A River, written by Sydneysider Craig Edmondson. I haven't found lyrics nor video anywhere on the web, so I'll post them here. The song, as Craig sings it, is not suitable for unaccompanied singing, so I've rearranged it as a call-and-response song, with the responses in parentheses.

Used to Be a River
Craig Edmondson

1. This used to be a river (used to be a river)
But now it is a sewer (now it is a sewer)
But it used to be a river,
And I wonder where the river got to go.

Chorus:
These changes, I have seen, I have seen
To the people and the places
Dear to me, dear to me.

2. This used to be a mountain (used to be a mountain)
But now it is a golf course (now it is a golf course)
But it used to be a mountain,
And I wonder where the mountain got to go.

Chorus

3. This used to be a forest (used to be a forest)
But now it is a Kmart (now it is a Kmart)
But it used to be a forest,
And I wonder where the forest got to go.

Chorus

4. You used to be my baby (used to be my baby)
But now you are a stranger (now you are a stranger)
But You used to be my baby,
And I wonder where my baby got to go.

Chorus (once or twice, as the spirit moves you)

Subject: RE: Mudcat Worldwide Singaround - On Zoom Mondays
From: GerryM
Date: 19 Aug 20 - 03:46 AM

Richard, The Buckjumper is in Ron Edwards, Great Australian Folk Songs. Edwards writes,

The Buckjumper is an unpublished song from the collection of English folklorist A. L. Lloyd. He sent this to me in 1972, and I gather that he collected it when he was in Australia in the late 1920s. Oddly enough I have on tape an account of an almost identical incident recounted to me by an ex-horsebreaker.
It goes to the tune "Villikins and his Dinah."

Richard's lyrics are almost identical to the lyrics in Edwards. The only significant differences are

2nd stanza, 1st line, Edwards has: Three days she was handled, then I saddled and rode her.

4th stanza, 5th line, Edwards has: She minced up to me

"arse-about" is correct

Promised Land is capitalized in Edwards; I wonder whether that was the name of some well-known racehorse.

Subject: RE: Mudcat Worldwide Singaround - On Zoom Mondays
From: Richard Mellish
Date: 18 Aug 20 - 08:18 AM

In yesterday's singaround I sang a song that I call "The Young Promised Land", which I learnt from my recording of one of series of radio programmes narrated by Bert Lloyd under the title "Folk Songs of Australia". I have never met it anywhere else, but Google has just found me an index where the first line "I once was a station-hand, two quid a week" appears on page 943, with the title The Buckjumper.

I think the tune has been used for several songs. It's perhaps best known as The Green Bushes.

I've just listened to the recording and have a few small corrections that I may or may not make to how I've been singing it.

I once was a station hand; two quid a week
In the years that's gone by on the old Bogan Creek.
I was asked by a squatter, and he says "Try your hand
And break in that filly: she's a young promised land".
He said "She's a wild 'un of four years or so."
But he knew that of outlaws I'd ridden a few.

Three days she was handled. I saddled and rode her.
To grass me she tried but a failure I showed her.
The antics she cut was a caution to me.
I was bobbing about like a cork on the sea.
She pitched and the rooted, she spun (arse?) about
But in ten minutes' time, boys, she rolled her tongue out.

It was pitch, root and buck like a bird on the wing.
It was that sort of bucking that grassed poor Jack King.
She hit the fence twice but gave never a stagger
And she rooted as mad as if stabbed by a dagger.
Then off came the saddle, for the girth strap was weak.
And she left a hoof mark on the old saddle seat.

Well she stood and she snorted: she seemed in her glee.
The saddle was down and the filly was free.
She ran round the stockyard, just three times or four
Seeming to glory in the fray that was o'er.
She came mincing up to me: I put out me hand
And that was the last of the young promised land

I caught the short rein that hung from her jaw
And I jumped on her bare back: there was fireworks galore,
Till her muscles they twitched to her heart's broken sound.
She fell dead in her tracks, boys, and lay on the ground.
Her jaw was all broke where her sharp hooves had struck.
"Thank God." says the foreman, "That's a bit of good luck."

Subject: RE: Mudcat Worldwide Singaround - On Zoom Mondays
From: Rex
Date: 28 Jul 20 - 12:49 PM

Many thanks to Joe and the other hosts who set this up. Good to do something with my fellow 'Catters again. I sang the following popularly known as the Gol Darned Wheel. I present it here as written by James Barton Adams, The Cowboy and the Wheel in 1897. My version was truncated in deference to many more performers with songs to sing.

The Cowboy and the Wheel - James Barton Adams
From The Denver Evening Post: Thursday, April 29, 1897.

I kin take the toughest broncho in the wild an' wooly West,
An' kin back him an' kin ride him, let him do his level best;
I kin handle any critter ever wore a coat o' hair,
An' I've had a lively tussle with a 'tarnal grizzly bear.
I kin rope an' throw a long-horn o' the wildest Texas brand,
An' in Injun disagreements I kin play a leadin' hand;
But at last I met my master, an' I shorely had to squeal,
When the boys got me a-straddle of a Gol darned wheel.

It was at the Eagle Rancho on the Brazos whar' I fust
Run across the durn contrivance 'at upset me in the dust-
Natrally up an' throwed me, stood me on my cussed head,
"Trumped my ace in lightin' order," so old Ike, the foreman, said.
'Twas a tenderfoot 'at brought it; he was wheelin' all the way
From the sunrise end o' freedom out to San Francisco Bay.
An' he tied up at the rancho fur to git outside a meal,
Never thinkin' we would monkey with his Gol darned wheel.

Arizony Jim begun it, when he said to Jack McGill
There was fellers fo'ced the limit braggin' o' their ridin' skill,
An' he reckoned there's a puncher not a million miles away
As imagined as a rider he was tolerable gay.
Then he ventured the admission that same fellow as he meant
Was a purty handy critter, fur as ridin' bronchos went,
But he'd find he was a buckin' 'ginst a dif'rent sort o' deal
Ef he'd throw his leather leggin's 'crost that Gol darned wheel.

Sich a slur upon my talent made me hotter 'n a mink,
An' I told him I could back it fur amusement or fur chink;
That 'twas nothin' but a plaything fur the kids an' that he mout
Have his idees sort o' shattered if he'd trot the critter out.
Then they helt it till I mounted, an' I give the word to go,
An' the shove they give to start me wa'n't unreasonably slow.
But I never split a cuss-word, never made a bit o' squeal-
I was buildin' repatation on that Gol darned wheel.

The grade was mighty slopin' from the rancho to the creek,
An' we went a galleyflutin', like a crazy lightnin streak,
Went a whizzin' an' a dartin', fust to this side, then to that,
The contrivance sort o' wobblin' like the flyin' of a bat.
I kep' pullin' on the handles, but I couldn't check it up,
Yanked an' sawed an' jerked an' hollered, but the durn thing wouldn't stop.
An' a sort o' sneakin' idee through my brain begun to steal
That the devil helt a mortgage on that Gol darned wheel.

Holy Moses and the prophets, how we split the Texas air!
The breezes made whip crackers o' my somewhat lengthy hair.
An' I sort o' comprehended as, adown the hill we went,
There was bound to be a smash-up 'at I couldn't circumvent.
Them cow-punchers kep' a-yellin', "Stay right with her, Uncle Bill!"
"Hit 'er with the spurs, you sucker!" "Turn her muzzle up the hill!"
But I never made an answer; I jest let the cusses squeal-
My attention was all focussed on that Gol darned wheel.

I've a sort o' dim and hazy recollection o' the stop-
O' the airth a spinnin' round me, an' the stars all tangled up,
Then there come a intermission, which extended till I found
I was lyin' at the rancho, with the boys all gethered 'round.
An' a medico was sewin' on my skin whar' it was ripped,
An' ol' Arizony whispered, "Wal, ol' boy, I guess yer whipped,"
An' I told him I war' busted from sombrero cl'ar to heel-
Then he grinned an' said, "You'd orter 'see the Gol darned wheel."

Subject: RE: Mudcat Worldwide Singaround - On Zoom Mondays
From: Richard Mellish
Date: 28 Jul 20 - 11:52 AM

After last week's singaround I forgot to post the words of the song that I had sung, and I've now remembered. I had folk-processed it a little, but here it is as sung by Adam McNaughtan, whose song it is.

Old Annie Brown

Oh Glasgow is ruthless: our town can be cruel tae its own
And Glasgow's indifference left an old woman alone.
Six months she lay dead, before her body was found.
Fa' the Calton she came
And her name
It was Old Annie Brown.

She had stayed in the East End o' Glasgow for all of her days.
Looked after her folks when her brothers were wed and away.
And Annie was fifty when she saw her mother laid down.
There was never the chance o' a man
For Old Annie Brown

So she thought she would stay in the Calton that she knew sae well.
But the city was changing, faster than Annie could tell.
And the people who could moved out as the district came down.
There were few neighbours there
To care
About Old Annie Brown

Now she bought all her food in a big London Road superstore.
And the manager said "We get old folk in here by the score.
So how should I notice if one of them isn't around?
But record my regret
For the death
Of Old Annie Brown".

Dae you know the old woman that stays five or six doors away.
What would you do if you didn't see her today?
If you missed her all week would you, maybe, take a look round?
Don't wait till you miss her
Her name might be Old Annie Brown.

Subject: RE: Mudcat Worldwide Singaround - Doors open NOW!!!!
From: Joe Offer
Date: 27 Jul 20 - 06:08 PM

Sung by Chris Lamb today.


Zoom Song
By Ruairidh Greig

Chorus
   Off we go it’s time for a Zoom,
   A poem, a song or even a tune.
   Off we go, it’s time for a Zoom,
   Meeting together but not in one room.

Coronavirus has split us asunder
But thanks to this program, it’s really a wonder
We can all get together, though many miles apart
And share our performances straight from the heart.

Make sure you’ve selected “Original Sound”
It’s quite beneficial, most people have found
And try to sit with some light on your face
Your grins and your grimaces might go to waste.

Always remember be nice to your host
If you forget, you will suffer the most
And if you don’t mute when you know that you should
You may well find you’ve been muted for good.

Please don’t make your intro too long,
It shouldn’t go on and on and on.
There’s plenty of others still waiting to sing
So don’t be a Zoom Hog, it isn’t the thing.

Subject: RE: Mudcat Worldwide Singaround on Zoom-Today!!!
From: GUEST,Gerry
Date: 20 Jul 20 - 08:30 PM

Here are the lyrics I sang for Tumba-bloody-rumba.

TUMBA-BLOODY-RUMBA

He looked for work at muster-time, we tried him as a rider,
We tried him as the rouseabout and as the cook’s off-sider.
He said he'd sailed the seven seas, he’d been up in Alaska,
He’d been in every western state from Texas to Nebraska.

Chorus (repeat after each stanza):
He said he’d shorn a sheep or two and cut a bit of lumber,
And waged war on the kangaroos at Tumba-bloody-rumba.

We tried him as a shearer, we tried him as a stacker,
We tried him digging rabbits out. He wasn’t worth a cracker.
He had a shop in Singapore, he owned a pearling lugger,
He was a champ at baccarat, Australian Rules and rugger.

He never showed his aptitude at jobs he was allotted,
But showed his skill upon the booze, and cigarettes he blotted.
He said he’d climbed the Matterhorn, he’d been a union leader,
And years ago in Adelaide he was a pigeon breeder.

We tried him digging fencing posts, we tried to find his caper,
Until that happy pay-day when he got his piece of paper.
I wonder what he's up to now, perhaps back on the lumber,
Or shooting kanga-bloody-roos at Tumba-bloody-rumba.

Authorship in dispute, set to music by Warren Fahey. If you want the tune, there's a recording by Warren on Youtube.

Subject: RE: Mudcat Worldwide Singaround on Zoom-Today!!!
From: GUEST,Gerry
Date: 20 Jul 20 - 08:22 PM

Here are the lyrics I used for Do Youi Think That I Do Not Know.

Do you think that I do not know
Henry Lawson

They say that I never have written of love, as a writer of songs should do
They say that I never could touch the strings with a touch that is firm and true
They say I know nothing of women and men in the fields where Love's roses grow
I must write, they say, with a halting pen do you think that I do not know?

My love-burst came, like an English Spring, in days when our hair was brown
And the hem of her skirt was a sacred thing and her hair was an angel's crown
The shock when another man touched her arm, where the dancers sat in a row
The hope, the despair, and the false alarm do you think that I do not know

By the arbour lights on the western farms, you remember the question put
While you held her warm in your quivering arms and you trembled from head to foot
The electric shock from her finger-tips, and the murmuring answer low
The soft, shy yielding of warm red lips do you think that I do not know

She was buried at Brighton, where Gordon sleeps, when I was a world away
And the sad old garden its secret keeps, for nobody knows to-day
She left a message for me to read, where the wild wide oceans flow
Do you know how the heart of a man can bleed do you think that I do not know

I stood by the grave where the dead girl lies, when the sunlit scenes were fair
Neath white clouds high in the autumn skies, and I answered the message there
But the haunting words of the dead to me shall go wherever I go
She lives in the Marriage that Might Have Been do you think that I do not know

I used a tune by Chris Kempster. Another well-known musical setting is by Slim Dusty. Best recording, for my money, was by Declan Affley.

Subject: RE: Mudcat Worldwide Singaround on Zoom - Mondays
From: Mysha
Date: 15 Jul 20 - 09:01 AM

Folk Song And Music Hall

Subject: RE: Mudcat Worldwide Singaround on Zoom - Mondays
From: Noreen
Date: 15 Jul 20 - 05:17 AM

Thanks Vikki!

Subject: RE: Mudcat Worldwide Singaround on Zoom - Mondays
From: YorkshireYankee
Date: 14 Jul 20 - 08:44 PM

Oops, forgot to turn the link into a blue clicky...

FOLK SONG AND MUSIC HALL: The intersection of folk and music hall...

Subject: RE: Mudcat Worldwide Singaround on Zoom - Mondays
From: YorkshireYankee
Date: 14 Jul 20 - 08:26 PM

Here's the link I mentioned last night:

FOLK SONG AND MUSIC HALL
The intersection of folk and music hall, the songs and social history
http://folksongandmusichall.com/

It's the creation of John Baxter:

"This site features a collection of Songs sung in the Music Halls, the stories of those songs and the people who sang them, and how these songs relate to traditional music of the British Isles. I hope it will encourage people to sing the songs, so where possible I include videos and links to sheet music .

"It also has my blog about the social history of Music Hall. I hope to comment on various ways in which it relates to the social history of folksong. I am mostly bringing together information found by others – though I occasionally delve in Victorian newspapers..."

Really been enjoying these sessions; great songs, great singing! Thanks again to Joe, Noreen and Casey.

Subject: RE: Mudcat Worldwide Singaround on Zoom - Mondays
From: Richard Mellish
Date: 14 Jul 20 - 06:04 AM

Joe said
> Feel free to post whatever you like here (especially lyrics to songs you have sung or will sing)

Here's the one that I sang last night, North Sea Oil

Down by the North Sea shore, a while before now,
While seeking me fortune and rambling around,
I met a little mermaid, very pretty as I recall
And I asked this fond creature where I might find oil.

"Well I know a little oil well not very far from here
And I've been watching over it with the tenderest care
And no-one's been near there since I was a child
And I think you'd find profit to drill there a while."

So I set up my rig and I made a fine stand,
And this sweet little creature gave me a helping hand,
Saying "Daddy, oh Daddy, it makes my blood boil
When you set up your rig to go boring for oil."

Well I kissed this little creature ten thousand times o'er
As we toiled there together all on the sea shore,
With a pillow under her fish-tail, for fear it should soil.
I spat on me auger and went boring for oil.

Well I hadn't been drilling three minutes or four.
At a few inches depth, boys, the gusher did pour.
And she wriggled and giggled, and she said with a smile
"Oh bear down on that auger, for I think you've struck oil."

But it was just a few days after, a thought came in me head,
For the end of that auger was rusty and red.
And I took it to the doctor, and he said with a smile
"I think you struck shale when boring for oil."

I got it from my own recording of Bert at Dingle's Folk Club in London on 4th April 1973.

I have deliberately not checked the above words against the recording, so feel free to spot any folk-processing that I may have done over the years.

In his introduction he refers to earlier versions, so maybe I was wrong in saying that this is one that was entirely his own work rather than his improved version of an existing song, but I suspect that in this form it is mostly his work.

Then again, maybe someone would like to go looking for the earlier versions.

Subject: ADD-Don’t Know the Words.(for My FavoUrite Things)
From: YorkshireYankee
Date: 30 Jun 20 - 01:49 AM

And here are the words for my UK vs US English parody of "My Favorite Things", as a number of people seemed interested. (I've posted it in a Mudcat thread before now, but I've revised it since then, so might as well share the updated version.)

Below the lyrics, I've added a glossary, for those who may not be familiar with all the terms.

Don’t Know the Words... (for My FavoUrite Things)
TTO: Rodger & Hammerstein’s My Favorite Things
New words: Vikki Appleton Fielden

Jelly is jam here, and jello is jelly
The car has a boot and my foot wears a wellie
Mention “sultanas”, I think "Eastern Kings"
Don’t know the words for my favourite things

Summat is not where you go when you’re climbing
Jumper is not someone into sky diving
Bob is Your uncle, the Beeb is your aunt
Don’t know the words to explain what I want

If my languish causes anguish; if you think me sad
Oh, won’t you remember I’m just a poor Yank,
and that’s why I talk... so bad

Beer’s sold by landlords instead of bartenders
Don’t tell the clerk that your man needs suspenders
Braces are not always worn on your teeth
Rubber is nothing to do with a sheath

I stand in line; over here it’s called queueing
Lines are engaged but they never need wooing
You stop while five while I stay until four
Knob isn’t always a thing on a door

If I speak, luv, like a freak, luv; if you think me mad
Oh, won’t you remember I’m just a poor Yank,
and that’s why I talk... so bad

Biscuits are sweet but a tart can be racy,
a Nice bit o’ crumpet might wear something lacy
Crackers are not always eaten with cheese
Folks don’t wear flannels but you can wear fleece

Chips come with haddock; and crisps in a packet
Soccer is football and baseball’s not cricket
Stockings have ladders and Cricket has runs
Baps is the word for my favourite buns

If you’re thinkin’ I’ve been drinkin’; if I seem a cad
Oh, won’t you remember I’m just a poor Yank,
and that’s why I talk... so bad

Two pints of bitter was not a bad notion
Held up two fingers and caused a commotion
I didn’t quack but you called me a duck
Muffler’s not something to quiet a truck

You call me luv; I don’t know who you are, pet
But when I say shag, ducks, I only mean carpet
Met a cute bloke at the Anchor & Bull
Kept my hands off him but he said I pulled

I get confused but I can’t ask my granny
My knickers are knackered and show off my f...reckles
You can go barking though you’re not a dog,
Everyone goes to the loo in a swamp... (um, bog!)

If my diction causes friction; if I’m misconstrued
Oh, won’t you remember I’m just a poor Yank,
and that’s why I talk... so rude!

===========

GLOSSARY
UK/Yorkshire word – US word
------------------------------------
jelly – Jello
jam – jelly
preserves – jam
boot – (car) trunk
wellie (short for Wellington) – boot
sultana – raisin (sort of: raisins and a sultanas are produced from the same grape but a raisin is dried naturally, and a sultana is dipped in veg oil and acid and then dried.)
summat – something (I think it's a corruption of somewhat)
jumper – sweater
Bob's your uncle – you're all set/in good shape
Auntie Beeb – the BBC
landlord – pub owner
suspenders – garter
braces – suspenders
rubber – condom
queue – line
line – telephone line
engaged – busy
stop – stay
while – until
knob – dick
biscuit – cookie
tart – loose woman
nice bit of crumpet – very attractive woman (usually young)
cracker – very attractive woman
flannel – washcloth
fleece – warm jacket (often woolen)
chips – french fries
crisps – potato chips
football – soccer
ladder – run (as in stocking)
steps – ladder
baps – bread rolls
holding up two fingers is like flipping the bird to someone – rudest possible gesture (but it's ok if you do it like a peace sign).
meduck/ducks – dearie
muffler – scarf
silencer – muffler
luv – darlin'
pet – dear
shag – have sex with
pulled – successfully picked up/scored
knickers – undies
pants – underpants
knackered – worn out
fanny – pussy (as in woman's "front bottom")
barking – mad
bog – bathroom (Brits think we're rather silly to call it a bathroom, especially if there's not even a bath in it)

Subject: Songs from the Mudcat Worldwide Singaround
From: Joe Offer
Date: 08 Jun 20 - 02:46 PM

We started the Mudcat Worldwide Singaround in June, 2020, and it has been a wonderful gathering every Monday since then. I don't know how long it will go on, but I hope to stay with it until it fades away. I have an ulterior motive for this singaround - to add song research material for Mudcat. Gerry Myerson has recently been compiling lists of songs such at the singaround, and many people have submitted the lyrics to the songs they sang. I'm going to use this thread to serve as a home for those lists and lyrics. Gerry will be a moderator of this thread.
-Joe-