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THE FARMER'S BOY
THE FARMER'S BOY (2)
THE REST OF THE DAY
THE REST OF THE DAY'S YOUR OWN


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peter.platt@bt-sys.bt.co.uk 09 Apr 98 - 11:34 AM
Bruce O. 09 Apr 98 - 12:38 PM
bigj 12 Apr 98 - 08:00 PM
dick greenhaus 12 Apr 98 - 11:47 PM
bigj 13 Apr 98 - 07:06 PM
Bob Schwarer 14 Apr 98 - 01:20 PM
Jim Dixon 01 Dec 08 - 07:51 AM
GUEST,Fantum 02 Dec 08 - 08:24 AM
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Subject: Farmer's Boy? words
From: peter.platt@bt-sys.bt.co.uk
Date: 09 Apr 98 - 11:34 AM

I'm looking for the words to a very funny song that is probably called "Farmer's Boy". The only clues I have at the moment are that the song consists of a long list of chores given to a lad wishing "to be a farmer's boy" which the lad fails to remember correctly (that's the funny bit).

There is a refrain that repeats the phrase "to be a farmer's boy" and at the end of the list of chores another refrain of "the rest of the day's your own". The list of chores includes things like "up at three before the down, milk the cow with the crumpled horn" and "shave the pig" and "teach the chickens how to lay".

I would be very grateful if somebody can point me towards the full yrics of this song.

Many thanks,

Peter.


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Subject: RE: Farmer's Boy? words
From: Bruce O.
Date: 09 Apr 98 - 12:38 PM

A search on 'Farmer's Boy' turns up two versions in DT.


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Subject: RE: Farmer's Boy? words
From: bigj
Date: 12 Apr 98 - 08:00 PM

The song you're looking for is called 'The Rest of the Day's Your Own' - try the DT


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Subject: RE: Farmer's Boy? words
From: dick greenhaus
Date: 12 Apr 98 - 11:47 PM

bigj- The DT doesn't have that one. Could you post it? Thanx


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Subject: RE: Farmer's Boy? words
From: bigj
Date: 13 Apr 98 - 07:06 PM

Here you are and welcome :-

THE REST OF THE DAY'S YOUR OWN.
Written in 1915 by English music-hall performer Jack Lane.
This version comes from a 1972 recording by Bob Arnold who used to play Tom Forrest, the gamekeeper in the BBC radio series The Archers.

One day when I was out of work, a job I went to seek - To be a Farmer's Boy
At last I found an easy job at a half-a-crown a week - To be a Farmer's Boy.
The farmer says 'I think I've got the very job for you,
Your duties will be light for this is all you've got to do;
Rise at three every morn, milk the cow with the crumpled horn,
Feed the pigs, clean the sty, teach the pigeons the way to fly,
Plough the fields, mow the hay, help the cocks and the hens to lay,
Sow the seed, tend the crops, chase the fly from the turnip tops,
Clean the knives, black the shoes, scrub the kitchen and sweep the flues,
Help the wife, empty the pots, grow the cabbages and shallots.
Make the bed, dust the coal, tune the gramophone,
Then if there's no more work to do - The rest of the day's your own.'

So I scratched my head, I thought it would be absolutely prime - To be a Farmer's Boy
The farmer says, 'Of course you'll have to do some overtime-When you're a Farmer's boy.
Said he, 'The duties that I've given you, you'll be quickly through,
So I've been thinking out a few more things that you can do;
Skim the milk, make the cheese, chop the meat for the sausages,
Bath the kids, mend their clothes, use your dial to scare the crows,
In the milk put the chalk, shave the knobs off the pickled pork,
Shoe the horse, rake the coal, take the cat for a midnight stroll,
Cook the food, scrub the stairs, teach the parrot to say his prayers,
Roast the joint, bake the bread, shake the feathers up in the bed,
When the wife has got the gout, rub her funny-bone,
Then if there's nothing else to do - The rest of the day's your own.

I thought it was a shame to take his money, you can bet - For being a Farmer's Boy,
And so I wrote my duties down in case I should forget - That I was a Farmer's Boy.
I took all night to write them down, I didn't go to bed,
Somehow I got them all mixed up for this is how it read;
Rise at three every morn, milk the hen with the crumpled horn,
Scrub the wife every day, teach the nanny-goat how to lay,
Shave the cat, tune the cheese, fit the tights on the sausages,
Bath the pigs, break the pots, beat the kids with a few carrots,
Roast the horse, dust the bread, put the cocks and the hens to bed,
Boots and shoes black with chalk, shave the hair on the pickled pork,
But all the rest I forgot, somehow it has flown,
But I got the sack this morning, so - The rest of my life's my own.


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Subject: RE: Farmer's Boy? words
From: Bob Schwarer
Date: 14 Apr 98 - 01:20 PM

Try Ian Robb's "From Different Angels" CD for a nice version of this song.

Bob S.


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Subject: Lyr Add: THE REST OF THE DAY'S YOUR OWN
From: Jim Dixon
Date: 01 Dec 08 - 07:51 AM

These lyrics are from the sheet music at The National Library of Australia. Only a few words are different from the version posted above, but note that the songwriting credit is different. Also, I have formatted the lines to emphasize the rhyme, and I have indicated the comical pronunciation of carrots and sausagees.


THE REST OF THE DAY'S YOUR OWN.
Words and music by Worton David and J. P. Long.
Sydney: J. Albert & Son, c1915.

1. One day when I was out of work, a job I went to seek,
To be a farmer's boy.
At last I found an easy job at a half-a-crown a week,
To be a farmer's boy.
The farmer said, "I think I've got the very job for you.
Your duties will be light for this is all you've got to do:
Rise at three every morn,
Milk the cow with the crumpled horn,
Feed the pigs, clean the sty,
Teach the pigeons the way to fly,
Plough the fields, mow the hay,
Help the cocks and the hens to lay,
Sow the seed, tend the crops,
Chase the flies from the turnip-tops,
Clean the knives, black the shoes,
Scrub the kitchen and sweep the flues,
Help the wife, empty the pots,
Grow the cabbages and carrots,
Make the beds, dust the coals,
Tune the gramophone,
And then if there's no more work to do,
The rest of the day's your own."

2. So I scratched my head and thought it would be absolutely prime,
To be a farmer's boy.
The farmer said, "Of course you'll have to do some overtime
When you're a farmer's boy."
Said he, "The duties that I've given you, you'll be quickly through,
So I've been thinking of a few more things that you can do:
Skim the milk, make the cheese,
Chop the meat for the sausagees,
Bath the kids, mend their clothes,
Use your dial to scare the crows,
In the milk put the chalk,
Shave the knobs off the pickled pork,
Shoe the horse, rake the coal,
Take the cat for his midnight stroll,
Cook the food, scrub the stairs,
Teach the parrot to say his prayers,
Roast the joint, bake the bread,
Shake the feathers up in the bed,
When the wife's got the gout,
Rub her funny-bone,
And then if there's no more work to do,
The rest of the day's your own."

3. I thought it was a shame to take the money, you can bet,
To be a farmer's boy,
And so I wrote my duties down in case I should forget
I was a farmer's boy.
It took all night to write 'em down. I didn't go to bed,
But somehow I got all mixed up for this is how they read:
"Rise at three every morn,
Milk the hen with the crumpled horn,
Scrub the wife every day,
Teach the nanny-goat how to lay,
Shave the cat, tune the cheese,
Fit the tights on the sausagees,
Bath the pigs, break the pots,
Boil the kids with a few carrots,
Roast the horse, dust the bread,
Put the cocks and the hens to bed,
Boots and shoes black with chalk,
Shave the hair on the pickled pork."
All the rest I forgot.
Somehow it has flown,
But I got the sack this morning,
So the rest of my life's my own.


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Subject: RE: Lyr Req: The Rest of the Day's Your Own
From: GUEST,Fantum
Date: 02 Dec 08 - 08:24 AM

I learned this song years ago
It took me months to get it hammered in so I could just stand and sing it without worrying.
First performance and I lost the words and it just evaporated
I got back on track finished and went back to the practice

I have practiced this thing everlastingly since and used it perhaps 6 or 8 times and I have got it right only once or twice

Its a tough piece of work

Fantum


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