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Tune Req: Boxing Day (Robb Johnson)

Blue Riley 20 Apr 01 - 11:22 PM
Malcolm Douglas 21 Apr 01 - 09:13 AM
Blue Riley 21 Apr 01 - 05:34 PM
Q (Frank Staplin) 31 Oct 04 - 12:16 PM
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Subject: Lyr Add: BOXING DAY (Robb Johnson)
From: Blue Riley
Date: 20 Apr 01 - 11:22 PM

Hello All,

I'm a guitar picker who has been playing folk, blues and rock since 64.

A Canadian lady posted the lyrics to a song called Boxing Day in one of the forums I frequent, but I haven't been able to track down the melody or the chords.

Here's the lyrics:

BOXING DAY
(Robb Johnson)

When I sit down at my table clasp my hands and bow my head
Should I thank my heavenly landlord for my crust of daily bread
When the hunter's in his stable and the hounds in his pack

Get the pickings of the harvest on which I break my back
There's a fence around the common land put there by the law
It's called hunting if you're gentry but it's poaching if you're poor
And the law forgives your trespass like the hounds forgive the fox
You must number all your blessings with the ha'pence in your box

And it feels like winter spit to eat and hell to pay
It feels like Reynardine on Boxing Day

Now the forest is a shipwreck and the field is full of stone
And it's hard to find a blade of grass some bastard doesn't own
And they stopped the earth up for us and the drove us into town
Now they say there's no work for us and they've closed the factory down

And it feels like winter spit to eat and hell to pay
It feels like Reynardine on Boxing Day

They're still meeting in the country for the hunt and for the course
You can join the bloody gentry if you can afford a bleedin' horse
And we raid along the railway and we pray we don't get caught
God damn you merry gentlefolk for your money and your sport

And it feels like winter spit to eat and hell to pay
It feels like Reynardine on Boxing Day

When I sit down at my table clasp my hands and bow my head
Should I thank my heavenly landlord for my daily crust of bread
For the whip and hand that feeds us and keeps us in our place
One day we'll turn and wipe the smile clean off your bloody face

And it feels like winter spit to eat and hell to pay
It feels like Reynardine on Boxing Day

And it feels like winter spit to eat and hell to pay
It feels like Reynardine on Boxing Day

copyright Moose Music

Any help?


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Subject: RE: Tune Req: Boxing Day
From: Malcolm Douglas
Date: 21 Apr 01 - 09:13 AM

I can't help directly with the tune, but I can tell you that the song has been recorded by Roy Bailey (with Stalking Horses: "Never Leave A Story Unsung", FUSE records CFCD 398; and with Band of Hope: Rhythm & Reds, Musikfolk).  Robb Johnson himself has released it on "Margaret Thatcher: My Part in Her Downfall" (Irregular Records IRR042).  There are also plans for a songbook; see Moose Music's rather disastrous website:  Moose Music UK

Malcolm


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Subject: RE: Tune Req: Boxing Day
From: Blue Riley
Date: 21 Apr 01 - 05:34 PM

Thanx,

I'll see where this leads me.


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Subject: RE: Tune Req: Boxing Day
From: Q (Frank Staplin)
Date: 31 Oct 04 - 12:16 PM

Refresh


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Subject: RE: Tune Req: Boxing Day (Robb Johnson)
From: GUEST,Floyd Brigdon
Date: 13 Apr 14 - 08:47 PM

There is a video here:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tRMCrigUI10

Floyd


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Subject: RE: Tune Req: Boxing Day (Robb Johnson)
From: Leadfingers
Date: 14 Apr 14 - 05:14 AM

As I sit down at my table clasp my hands and bow my head
      D             G               D               G
Should I thank our heavenly landlord for my daily crust of bread
          D                G             C
When the hunters in his stable & the hounds in his pack
          D             G            D             G
Get the pickings of the harvest on which I break my back
       D                G          C               D

And it feels like winter , spit to eat and hell to pay
       G          D                G               D
And it feels like Reynardine on Boxing Day
       G          D            C      D

From Robb's book - Words and Chords - Irregular Records 2000


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