Subject: Rugby Songs From: Nigel Parsons Date: 19 Aug 23 - 04:54 PM This thread is intended to list the whole contents of the book (Why was he born so beautiful, and other) Rugby Songs. This was a book of 140 songs published in 1967. I will replicate the songs as seen in the book, with asterisks etc. for certain words (as per the original book), I am not putting these forward as 'singable', just recording what was made available. If you're easily offended, now is probably a good time to seek a different thread. Most, if not all, of these do not appear to have an identified tune, although many tunes may be obvious.
-Joe Offer- |
Subject: RE: Rugby Songs From: GUEST,.gargoyle Date: 19 Aug 23 - 07:24 PM You may find a large (Very Large) collection ... on Mudcat. Under the original MC post, "monkeyboy" That thread contains the transcribed, mimeographed, Camp Pendelton Marine, Rugby songbook. Sincerely, Gargoyle I know of many more in the last decade ... I encourage you to add on...aka "Taco, Burrito ... what is that in your speedo?" (circa 2010 California) |
Subject: RE: Rugby Songs From: Lighter Date: 19 Aug 23 - 07:45 PM Gargoyle, what was the year of that Pendleton collection? |
Subject: RE: Rugby Songs From: Robert B. Waltz Date: 19 Aug 23 - 07:50 PM Several notes about this book. Many editions do not list an author, but it was actually compiled by Harry Morgan. There is a 1985 edition. I think it safe to say that some items are not traditional, at least as songs. I came up with 102 distinct songs, FWIW. About half have attested tunes from other sources, e.g. Ed Cray's Erotic Muse. |
Subject: RE: Rugby Songs From: Lighter Date: 19 Aug 23 - 08:15 PM Don't overlook "More Rugby Songs" (1968), several LPs, and a series of imitations over the next decade and more. |
Subject: RE: Rugby Songs From: Nigel Parsons Date: 22 Aug 23 - 11:28 AM The first song from the book mentioned in the opening post: DID YOU EVER SEE O, I got an Aunty Sissy, And she's only got one titty, But it's very long and pointed And the nipple's double jointed. Chorus: Did you ever see, Did you ever see, Did you ever see Such a funny thing before. I've got a cousin Daniel, And he's got a cocker spaniel, If you tickled 'im in the middle He would lift his leg and piddle. Oh, I've got a cousin Rupert, He plays outside half for Newport. They think so much about him That they always play without him. Oh, I've got a cousin Anna, And she's got a grand piana, She goes ram aram aram, Till the neighbour say "God Damn Her" For fuller, and other vesrions of this song, see Hob Y Deri Dando where it appears as 'Hob Y Deri Dando' and 'Cosher Bailey' and other versions. That thread has a very thorough set of words and notes by Abby Sale in This comment! NP |
Subject: RE: Rugby Songs From: Nigel Parsons Date: 22 Aug 23 - 11:49 AM LULU Some girls work in factories, some girls work in stores, But my girl works in a knockin' shop with forty other whores. Chorus: Oh, bang away Lulu, Bang away good and strong, What we to do for a good blow through, When Lulu's dead and gone? Lulu had a baby, it was an awful shock She couldn't call it Lulu 'cos the bastard had a ****. I took her to the pictures, we sat down in the stalls, And every time the lights went out she grabbed me by the *****. She and I went fishing in a dainty punt And every time I hooked a sprat she stuffed it up her ****. I wish I was a silver ring upon my Lulu's hand And every time she scratched her **** I'd see the promised land. I wish I was a chamber pot under Lulu's bed. And every time she took a piss I'd see her maidenhead. Irregular line lengths (whether or not to split the first line over two lines), Initial upper case/lower case for lines, etc. are not typos, but reflect my copy of the book. Also I am not trying to correct lines to correct the scansion, nor where I recall singing them differently |
Subject: RE: Rugby Songs From: Nigel Parsons Date: 22 Aug 23 - 11:54 AM DARLING GRACE Oh darling Grace I love your face, I love you in your nightie, When the moonlight flits Across your tits Oh Jesus Christ Almighty. |
Subject: RE: Rugby Songs From: Lighter Date: 22 Aug 23 - 11:58 AM In one disreputable version or another, "Lulu" was second in popularity only to "Hinky Dinky Parley-Voo" among American soldiers in World War I. |
Subject: RE: Rugby Songs From: Nigel Parsons Date: 22 Aug 23 - 12:01 PM LIL Although a lady of ill-repute Lilian Barker was a beaut, And it was really deemed an honour To be allowed to climb upon her. Her lovely face was smooth and fair, And golden was her flowing hair, Yet pot and hash and cruel cocaine Had ravaged heart and soul and brain. Lil could take with sly content A trooper of his regiment, Hyperbole it sometimes seems, Is not confined to wishful dreams. But soon she has to see a doctor To find out what disease had pocked her. The diagnosis short and clear Revealed a dose of gonorrhoea. As Lilian lay in her disgrace, She felt the devil kiss her face, She said, "now mate I'm always willing But first let's see your silver shilling." |
Subject: RE: Rugby Songs From: Lighter Date: 22 Aug 23 - 12:17 PM Oscar Brand's tamer version, "Her name was Lil," appeared on "Bawdy Songs and Backroom Ballads, Vol. I" (1955). |
Subject: RE: Rugby Songs From: Nigel Parsons Date: 22 Aug 23 - 12:18 PM THREE OLD WHORES FROM WINNIPEG Three old whores from Winnipeg Were drinking cherry wine, Says one of them to the other two, "Yours is smaller than mine." Chorus: So take up the sheets me hearties, Water the decks with brine, Bend to the oars, you lousy whores, None is bigger than mine. "You're a liar", says the second old whore, "Mine's as big as the sea, The battle ships sail in and out And never a bother to me." "You're a liar", says the third old whore, "Mine's as big as the moon, The battle ships sail in on the first of the year, They never come out till June." "You're a liar", says the first again, "Mine's as big as the air, The battle ships sail in and out, They never tickle a hair." "You're a liar", says the second again, "Mine is bigger than all, For many the ships that sail right in, And they never come out at all." |
Subject: RE: Rugby Songs From: Lighter Date: 22 Aug 23 - 12:26 PM That's Oscar Brand's influential version, with his sanitized chorus. It appeared on his "Old Time Bawdy Sea Shanties" (1958). |
Subject: RE: Rugby Songs From: Nigel Parsons Date: 22 Aug 23 - 12:28 PM YOUNG ROGER OF KILDARE Oh mother, mother, dear May I go to the fair May I go with young Roger Young Roger of Kildare For I know he's kind and gentle And will love me for my sake And I know he will not harm me Coming home from the wake. Oh, daughter, daughter, dear You may go to the fair You may go with young Roger Young Roger of Kildare For I know he's kind and gentle And will love you for your sake But keep your legs close together Coming home from the wake. So she went to the fair So she went to the fair She went with young Roger Young Roger of Kildare So he stuffed her up with ice-cream And he stuffed her up with cake And he stuffed it right up her Coming home from the wake. |
Subject: RE: Rugby Songs From: Lighter Date: 22 Aug 23 - 12:34 PM 19th century broadside origin. /mudcat.org/thread.cfm?threadid=19803 /mudcat.org/thread.cfm?threadid=19634 |
Subject: RE: Rugby Songs From: Nigel Parsons Date: 22 Aug 23 - 12:48 PM THE TRAVELLER I came home on Saturday night as drunk as I could be, And there was a hat upon the rack where my hat ought to be, So I said to my wife, the curse of my life, "Explain this thing to me, Whose is that hat upon the rack where my hat ought to be?" "Oh, you're drunk, you fool, You daft old fool, As drunk as a **** can be That's not a hat upon the rack But a chamberpot you see." Well, I've travelled this wide world over, ten thousand miles or more, But a jerry with a hatband on I never saw before. I came home on Saturday night as drunk as I could be, And there was a horse in the stable where my horse ought to be, So I said to my wife, the curse of my life, "Explain this thing to me, Whose is this horse in the stable where my horse ought to be?" "Oh, you're drunk, you fool, You daft old fool, As drunk as a **** can be That's not a horse in the stable But a milch cow you can see." Well, I've travelled this wide world over, ten thousand miles or more, But a milch cow with a saddle on I never saw before. I came home on Saturday night as drunk as I could be, And there were some breeks beside the bed where my breeks ought to be, So I said to my wife, the curse of my life, "Explain this thing to me, Whose are those breeks a-lying where my breeks ought to be?" "Oh, you're drunk, you fool, You daft old fool, As drunk as a **** can be Those aren't a pair of breeches But a polishing cloth you see." Well, I've travelled this wide world over, ten thousand miles or more, But a polishing cloth with buttons on I never saw before. I came home on Saturday night as drunk as I could be, And there was a head on the pillow where my head ought to be, So I said to my wife, the curse of my life, "Explain this thing to me, Whose is this head a lying there where my head ought to be?" "Oh, you're drunk, you fool, You daft old fool, As drunk as a **** can be That's not a head on the pillow But a mushmelon you see." Well, I've travelled this wide world over, ten thousand miles or more, But a mushmelon with a moustache I never saw before. I came home on Saturday night as drunk as I could be, And there was a stain on the counterpane and it didn't come from me, So I said to my wife, the curse of my life, "Explain this thing to me, What's this stain on the counterpane which doesn't come from me?" "Oh, you're drunk, you fool, You daft old fool, As drunk as a **** can be That's not a stain on the counterpane But some baby's milk you see." Well, I've travelled this wide world over, ten thousand miles or more, But baby's milk that smelt like cum I've never smelt before. |
Subject: RE: Rugby Songs From: Lighter Date: 22 Aug 23 - 01:10 PM Child 274. A unique conclusion. Usually it's ballocks on a rolling pin, carrot, or candlestick - any of which would certainly be more evident. Brand's polite version is on BS&BB, Vol. I, 1955. The Four Sergeants, "Bawdy Barracks Ballads, Vol. II"(ca. 1960) sing another polite version to a combination of "The Son of a Gamboleer" and, for the wife's replies, "Sailing, Sailing." See various Mudcat threads. |
Subject: RE: Rugby Songs From: Nigel Parsons Date: 22 Aug 23 - 02:05 PM CAN YOU WALK A LITTLE WAY WITH IT IN? Can you walk a little way with it in, with it in, Can you walk a little way with it in, with it in She answered with a smile I can walk a ******* mile With it in Wit it in With it in. |
Subject: RE: Rugby Songs From: Nigel Parsons Date: 22 Aug 23 - 02:11 PM RED FLAG The working class Can kiss my ****, I've got the foreman's job at last. I'm out of work, And on the dole You can stuff the red flag Up your hole. 'Twas on Gibraltar's rock so fair, I saw a maiden lying there And as she lay in sweet repose, A puff of wind blew up her clothes, A sailor who was passing by Tipped his hat and winked his eye, And then he saw to his despair She had the red flag flying there. |
Subject: RE: Rugby Songs From: Nigel Parsons Date: 22 Aug 23 - 02:18 PM NELLIE 'AWKINS I first met Nellie 'Awkins down the Old Kent Road. Her drawers were hanging down, 'Cos she'd been with Charlie Brown, I pressed a filthy tanner in her filthy bleeding hand 'Cos she was a low down whore. She wore no blouses And I wore no trousers, And she wore no underclothes, And when she caressed me She damn near undressed me It's a thrill that no one knows. I went to the doctor, He said "Where did you block 'er?" I said "Down where the green grass grows." He said, quick as a twinkle, The pimple on your winkle Will be bigger than a red, red rose." |
Subject: RE: Rugby Songs From: Lighter Date: 22 Aug 23 - 02:22 PM The first stanza seems self-contradictory. Originally two separate parodies to the same tune? (O Tannenbaum.) The topics are different. |
Subject: RE: Rugby Songs From: Nigel Parsons Date: 22 Aug 23 - 02:33 PM THE MOLE CATCHER In Manchester city by the sign of The Plough There lived a mole catcher, I can't tell you how. Chorus: With his la ti lie diddle, and his la ti lie day. He'd go out mole catching from morning till night, And a young fellow would come for to visit his wife. Now the mole catcher got jealous of all the same thing And he hid under the wash house to see what did come in. Now this young fellow comes climbing over the stile, And the mole catcher's watching with a crafty smile. He knocks at the door and this he does say, Where is your husband, good woman, I pray?" "He's gone out mole catching, you have nothing to fear." Little did she know the old bastard was near. They went up the stairs and she gives him the sign, But the filthy old fellow did creep up behind. Now just as the young fellow reached the height of his frolics, The mole catcher grabs him quite fast by the ********. The trap it squeezed tighter, the mole catcher did smile, "Here's the best mole we've caught in a while." "I'll make you pay well for ploughing me ground This little prank will cost you all of ten pound." "Oh," says the young fellow, "Christ gov, I don't mind, For it only works out at tuppence a grind." So come all young fellows and mind what you're at, Don't ever get yours caught in a mole catcher's trap. |
Subject: RE: Rugby Songs From: Nigel Parsons Date: 22 Aug 23 - 02:39 PM Lighter: Originally two separate parodies to the same tune? (O Tannenbaum.) The topics are different. The 'parody' in the first stanza is to the tune 'O Tannenbaum', but is clearly intended to parody the anthem (since 1900) of the Labour Party: The Red Flag |
Subject: RE: Rugby Songs From: Lighter Date: 22 Aug 23 - 02:53 PM Simon Raven, "Sound the Retreat" (1971), places the "You Wore a Tulip" parody in the British Indian Army in 1945 or so. |
Subject: RE: Rugby Songs From: Lighter Date: 22 Aug 23 - 03:04 PM Re "The Red Flag." That is correct. Same tune. Re "The Molecatcher" (Roud 1052): late 18th-century garland origin. Sung by Lloyd on "The Best of A. L. Lloyd" (1966) with a few different words. It's been recorded a number of times since. Gordon Hall had no fewer than ten extra couplets (not what you're thinking). |
Subject: RE: Rugby Songs From: GUEST,.gargoyle Date: 22 Aug 23 - 07:54 PM Mr. Lighter Rugby Football Songs From: GUEST,.gargoyle Date: 17 Nov 01 - 12:13 AM The cover page of the primary source CAMP PENDLETON "GHOST RIDERS" RUGBY FOOTBALL CLUB OFFICIAL SONG BOOK (Second Edition) Not copyrighted – 15 January 1981 by Pendleton RFC No rights reserved. Any part of this work, considering there are no copyrights, may be reproduced or copied in any form or by any means graphic, electironic, or mechanical, including photocorpying, record- ing taping, or information and retrieval systems - - without written permission of the Pendleton RFC. Post - Top - Home - Printer Friendly - Translate Subject: RE: Rugby Football Songs From: GUEST,.gargoyle Date: 17 Nov 01 - 12:17 AM This is close as possible to the original written text's, layout and design; it is neither edited nor corrected, with the typos and original line breaks included. These were still the days of the manual and "selectric" typewriters. The following explanation from/within the manuscript explains why I believe some of these songs, (hopefully dick/Susan will concur) belong within the anals (sic) of the Digital Tradition. Sincerely, The Digital Tradition's most humble of servants, Gargoyle PENDLETON'S FUCKING OFFICIAL (?) INTRODUCTION The sport of Rugby is unique but oddly enough the action on the playing field itself has little to do with this distinction. The stamina, skills and risk of bodily harm can be matched, all or in part, by other sports. The can't, however, match the unusual comb- ination of sport of sportsmanship, comaraderie, humor and enthusiasm which surfaces after the game has finished. In no other sport can the participants indulge in such vicious bodily contact, cause or sustain an assortment of hurt and injury then, win or lose, join the opponents in a convivial party to share an evening or rowdy song and drink, even going so far as to pay for the enemy's beer. Although the game of Rugby has often been described as unorgan- ized mayhem, this description is only partially correct. It would be more to the point to describe the game of Rugby as organized mayhem. Rugby songs themselves are a traditional part of folklore and each team member owes it to the team to learn them in order to participate more fully in the sport. The passage below was taken from the preface to the book, "Why was he Born so Beautiful and Other Rugby Songs" by Michael Green, 1967. It more eloquently describes the animal known as the "rugby song" and is reprinted here without the permission of the publisher and in complete disregard for copyright policies just as Michael Green did in compiling his own book. It will serve as the introduction to the Pendleton RFC OFFICIAL SONGBOOK and in turn as the last bit of sanity in an otherwise happily insane collection of smut. "It has often been said that what happens after a game of rugby is more important then what happens of the field and the sing-song is one of the chief post-match activities. Perhaps it is rather stretching it to the word 'sing'. The noise which comes out of a rugby clubhouse on Saturday night has little in common with the work or Marie Callas and Benjamin Britten, although the dis- sonant half-tones, like an elderly bagpipe exploding, which mark attempts at harmony, might gladden the heart of a Kurdian shepherd." "Yet the rugby song does have a crude sort of folk culture all of its own. At its worst it is simply a bawdy chorus, a Chaucerian obsession with the basic functions of the human body being the es- sential linking theme of all good rugby songs. At its best it may tell a moving story, make a pertinent social comment. Keir Hardie himself could not have resisted the socialist appeal of "they're digging up fathers grave to build a sewer." the story of an honest British workman who was exhumed for the building of a scewer up to (1) "some dirty pesh's residence" and who retaliated by haunting the aristocrat's lavetory seat. And his heart would be hard indeed who was not moved by the tragety of Morphine Bill and Cocaine Sue who after killing themselves with drugs (Honey have a sniff on me) were buried side by side."-. "Some rugby songs tell a narrative story of heroic proportions in 'recitative', such as the famous "Eskimo Nell' or the witty story of the incredible "Wild West Show". from which the Oozekum Bird has passed into the language as a symbol of futility. Others like "Oh, You Zulu Warriors' depend for their appeal on violent physical actions by the participants, such as pouring beer over the singer. A large section are derived from hymn tunes, and while they would scarely be accepted by ecclesiastical authorities they have a grim attraction of their own." "Truly there is something for everybody, providing they can drink enough beer to dull their finer senses. This volume itself could serve as a treasure trove for the psycologist. The literature fills a gap in English Literature (somewhere between Smellet and Henry I think). I commend it to all rugby players who can read, while even front-row forwards will enjoy having it spelled out for them". Due to the length of this work and the skill (or lack thereof) of the typist, there will be some typographical errors in you copy. Please look upon these as lending aesthetic value to the work. Signature Bradley W. SHARP Treasurer, Pendleton RFC 15 January 1981 END OF ORIGINAL MANUSCRIPT Sincerly, Gargoyle Cripes was that hand typed, hand line breaks>transcription ever a labor of drunken love of brew. I could not/would not ... do it today ... but, it kept me sain. I honor your contributions, and original source material ... I am clearing my collections and planned to send it to John M |
Subject: RE: Rugby Songs From: Lighter Date: 22 Aug 23 - 08:24 PM Thanks, G. |
Subject: RE: Rugby Songs From: GUEST,.gargoyle Date: 22 Aug 23 - 11:55 PM We are all moldering into the ways of all mortal flesh. John M talked and recorded multiple friends. If you have an interest, I can connect you with the writer of "Hasher's on the Storm, another composer of " Bird Turd" ... and other originals etc. Sincerely, Gargoyle All up and down the whole creation, Sadly I roam, Still longing for my childhood station, And for the old folks at home. |
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