Subject: the shooting of dan mcgrew From: GUEST Date: 11 Nov 01 - 06:46 AM find please |
Subject: RE: the shooting of dan mcgrew From: Dave the Gnome Date: 11 Nov 01 - 07:01 AM Poem. Robert Service. Try Google. Your welcome. |
Subject: RE: the shooting of dan mcgrew From: GUEST,MCP Date: 11 Nov 01 - 07:26 AM It's been discussed and posted on the forum. Do a forum search for 'Dan McGrew'. In particular the words are in this message Mick |
Subject: RE: the shooting of dan mcgrew From: GUEST,_gargoyle Date: 11 Nov 01 - 10:59 AM Thanks for the link to the old thread
In partial answer to my own question found there.
The song was done by Guy Lombardo
A bunch of the boys were whooping it up at the Malamut Cafe
Picked it up on the old Napster system. Ripped a single-song disk for a friend and then discarded it since it wasn't trad. If he is at today's gathering I will post more, since it is also inside his head |
Subject: RE: the shooting of dan mcgrew From: GUEST,_gargoyle Date: 11 Nov 01 - 11:13 AM Currently, the song is being shared by three different servers on MORPHEUS |
Subject: Lyr Add: DANGEROUS DAN MCGREW (A Kramer, J Whitney From: GUEST,.gargoyle Date: 11 Nov 01 - 12:06 PM Not as good as the old Napster, but Morpheus and Kazaa are excellent sources for MP3 collections that are out of print. The simple, lilting, piano tune is easy to pick out.
[You can hear the recording, and see an image of the record label, at The Internet Archive--a Mudelf.]
DANGEROUS DAN McGREW
A bunch o' the boys were whoopin' it up at the Malamute Café,
And while Dangerous Dan was a-playin' his hand and keepin' his mind on his game,
When out of the night, which was fifty below, and into the din and the glare,
Then suddenly, wham! all the lights went out, and a voice cried: "Die you must!"
And then somebody said: "Ooh! they're so big!" and skipped across the floor, |
Subject: RE: the shooting of dan mcgrew From: Dicho (Frank Staplin) Date: 11 Nov 01 - 12:28 PM Phee-yu, Phew and Poo. Both Service and McGrew are twirling in their graves. The Lady is upchucking. |
Subject: RE: the shooting of dan mcgrew From: SINSULL Date: 11 Nov 01 - 03:03 PM I remember playing this LP to death as a child and acting it out with my cousin. Neat memories. Thank you, all. |
Subject: RE: song lyrics: the shooting of dan mcgrew From: GUEST,artl@lincsat.com Date: 28 Jan 04 - 06:52 PM A bunch of the boys were whooping it up in one of them Yukon halls, And the boy that played the music box was placidly scratching his balls, When out of the night as dark as a bitch, and into the din and the mob, There stumbled a stranger fresh up from the crick with a rusty old load in his knob. His pants were split and covered with shit and his balls they swung to and fro. I can't remember the rest of it but would like to see it.
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Subject: RE: song lyrics: the shooting of dan mcgrew From: Gareth Date: 28 Jan 04 - 07:10 PM Click on this Click 'Ere for a comprehensive collection of the Service poems. Now a question I will ask. Having sung/recited that seminal poem "The Ballad of Eskimo Nell", at many a Rugby Club or similar night, did Service write "Eskimo Nell". Serious replys please ! Gareth When a man growes old, And his b**ls grow cold, And the tip of his C**k turns blue, When it bends in the middle Like a one string fiddle. He can tell you a tale or two." Eskimo Nell thread here (click). |
Subject: RE: song lyrics: the shooting of dan mcgrew From: mack/misophist Date: 28 Jan 04 - 08:16 PM It always amused me that Service made a mint with his poems and retired to the Riviera. |
Subject: RE: song lyrics: the shooting of dan mcgrew From: GUEST,Jim Ward Date: 28 Jan 04 - 09:02 PM Here's the Billy Bennett version- A bunch of the boys were whooping it up In the Malamute Saloon; An American guy from Peckham Rye Was playing a ragtime tune. And back of the bar, in a poker game, Sits dangerous Dan McGrew; Watching his luck is his lady love, The lady that's known as "Loo" Now Dangerous Dan was a dirty old man, And he worked underground all alone- Digging for dope, scrounging for soap, Pumping for Eau-de-Cologne. He claimed to be Mother Seigel's son Vouch for that statement I can't, But I think he was born on a liner Whilst travelling abroad with his aunt. Now Dan was a gink that could mop any drink From laudanum to unsweetened gin; You can tell he was tough, he'd eat salmon and stuff Without even opening the tin. Just picture a real tough son of a gun, A man that could fight any two, With hair on his chest where the birds used to nest, And that's dangerous Dan McGrew. Out in the snow it was fifty below And would give a brass monkey the croup, When in came a stranger, dismounted, on foot, Disguised as a slice of pea soup. He looked like a man with one foot in the grave, You could see at a glance he was queer, For he made a rude noise with the back of his neck, And bubbles came out of his ear. In a football shirt that was glazed with dirt He looked strange in his evening dress clothes; Icicles hung from his eybrows, And bicycles hung from his nose. "Who is this man?" said Dangerous Dan, And Loo with a voice like a crow Said: "I know the stiff, it's Buffalo Biff, And he's running a Wild West show." At the cocoanut shies, Dan McGrew shut his eyes, He picked up a ball made of lead, He let fly at a nut, but it bounced in a rut And hit a bald man's nut instead. The cannon ball bounced off the bald fellow's nut And bang went a parrafin lamp, Set fire to the bearded lady's moustache And up went the whole of the camp. In less than a second, or longer than that, Pandemonium started to reign: The skeleton slipped up the elephant's trunk, And the fat lady slipped down a drain. Dan McGrew fired a shot at a wild leopard's spot (I couldn't say which spot he chose): It bounced back on his chest, his braces went west And down came his how-do-you-do's. The girl with tattoos had a fit of the blues, For they'd scorched all the paint off her chest; A man with a hose started pinching her clothes, Singing ''Everything's done for the best." There were Esquimaux, half a mo's, Ikey mo's, too, Greek freaks and pip-squeaks as well; Chinese, and knock-knees, and buzza-bazooks, That only a mother could tell. White men and black, with no shirts to their back, That morning looked tattered and torn; One poor little Hindu, he just made his skin do The same as the day he was born. With a heart like a rock, And a boot full of sock, Buffalo Biff started off with his crew; Though the journey's a big'un, they all walked to Wigan Through the shooting of Dan McGrew |
Subject: RE: song lyrics: the shooting of dan mcgrew From: Dead Horse Date: 29 Jan 04 - 11:57 AM This site has several of his monologues http://www.monologues.co.uk/ |
Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Shooting of Dan McGrew (Robert W Service) From: GUEST,CLW Date: 17 Jan 11 - 04:20 PM RE: Meaning of "spread misere" http://certusgames.com/rules.php?game=180 The above link explains the rules of Whist, a common cardgame. In the poem, Dangerous Dan McGrew was playing a solo game. Spread misere is a type of bid in Whist, where the bidder plays solo and must complete the play with all cards face up on the table after the first trick has been taken - with the object of a spread misere, to take NO tricks. Failure of the bid is costly in points but the most lucrative of bids for those who succeed. I believe Dangerous Dan's declaration of the bid during a quiet part of the piano playing, brought him to the attention of the stranger. Dan was recognized as someone who had done the stranger grievous injury and the exchange of bullets left both of them dead. The poem does not match the lyrics I've seen posted here. |
Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Shooting of Dan McGrew (Robert W Service) From: Q (Frank Staplin) Date: 17 Jan 11 - 04:41 PM Yep, the lyrics posted here are pretty bad. |
Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Shooting of Dan McGrew (Robert W Service) From: Jim Dixon Date: 22 Jan 11 - 05:05 PM You can see the original text of THE SHOOTING OF DAN McGREW in The Spell of the Yukon, and Other Verses by Robert W. Service (New York: Barse & Hopkins, 1907), page 55. There is also a copy in the DT (see the link at the top of the page). I haven't done a thorough and detailed comparison, but I think those words are pretty close to the original. |
Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Shooting of Dan McGrew (Robert W Service) From: JHW Date: 23 Jan 11 - 06:24 AM Robert W. Service wrote much more than this; a 'complete works' of two thick volumes of bible thin pages. Well worth a look. |
Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Shooting of Dan McGrew (Robert W Service) From: puck Date: 23 Jan 11 - 12:19 PM ALL who may care to hear the difinitive version should hurry to Llantrisaint Folk Club on a singer's night, and listen to our resident 'Robert Service' specialist 'GWYN' performing, entirely from memory and with full animation, many of R.S's poems - and this one in particular. He is world class! P |
Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Shooting of Dan McGrew (Robert W Service) From: puck Date: 23 Jan 11 - 12:21 PM 'the difinitive version' ....or even definitive! P |
Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Shooting of Dan McGrew (Robert W Service) From: GUEST,Lighter Date: 01 Jan 17 - 12:56 PM Here is the truly definitive performance - as recited by the author, Robert W. Service. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zESPCjTN-6k |
Subject: RE: Lyr Add: My Mate (Robt. W. Service) From: Lighter Date: 17 Mar 23 - 10:04 AM Hear RWS read his most famous poem: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zESPCjTN-6k |
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