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Lyr Req: I'm 94 Today (Will Fyffe) |
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Subject: Scottish Folk From: GUEST,augie_lafrenier@hotmail.com Date: 24 Apr 02 - 09:36 AM Looking for Folk song (ancient) Some of Lyrics are I am 84(94)this morining I am 84(94) today. I'm not as young as I used to be I'm getting old and Grey. That is all I was told. Would this be by Sir Harry Lauder? |
Subject: RE: Lyr Req: I am 84(94) today From: Sorcha Date: 24 Apr 02 - 10:03 AM I couldn't find anything. |
Subject: RE: Lyr Req: I am 84(94) today From: Charley Noble Date: 24 Apr 02 - 01:05 PM If it's by Sir Harry Lauder, it's a British Music Hall song we're looking for rather than a folk song. |
Subject: RE: Lyr Req: I am 84(94) today From: Scabby Douglas Date: 25 Apr 02 - 09:06 AM It's apparently a Will Fyffe song. Will Fyffe wrote and made famous "I belong to Glasgow". This song seems to be called "I'm Ninety-Four Today". I havent't been able to trace lyrics yet, but I'm sure I've heard it. In the song, I think he's getting married on his 94th birthday... Cheers
Steven |
Subject: Lyr Add: I'M 94 TODAY (Will Fyffe) From: Frank Maher (extra) Date: 25 Apr 02 - 10:58 AM It's nice to sit down when you're 94, down by the kitchen fire, And think of the times you used to have and the girls that you admire, But a farmer's life's a healthy life and I feel as good as new, And I’ll bet a bob you'll be surprised at what I’ll tell to you. CHORUS: I’m 94 this mornin'. I am 94 today. I’m not so young as I used to be. I’m getting old and grey, But my heart is young and I’m fond of fun and I’m very proud to say I'm getting married on Thursday, though I’m 94 today. Of course down in the village it will be a big surprise. The people think it's all a joke, the minister's telling lies. But we will get the laugh at them as sure as I’m alive. For there yet may be a christening yet before I’m 95. CHORUS |
Subject: RE: Lyr Req: I am 84(94) today From: Sorcha Date: 26 Apr 02 - 03:51 PM e mail sent |
Subject: RE: Lyr Req: I am 84(94) today From: GUEST,augie_lafrenier@hotmail.com Date: 26 Apr 02 - 06:08 PM Hi all you good people. Just want to say thank you for the Lyrics to the song I wanted. made other half(hubby) verrrry happy. |
Subject: Lyr Req: I'm 94 Today (Will Fyffe) From: GUEST,John Orford Date: 30 Aug 14 - 07:02 AM Well, I'm glad this turned up. It's on YouTube as "I'm ninety four this morning", along with "If Scotland turns Republic". Will Fyffe would be be glad if it does, bless him. I tend to sing "I belong tae Glesca" in Glesca dialect, but it's not authentic. Fyffe sings it in a well-nigh English dialect - presumably no-one could have understood Glesca back in the pre-Connolly days. By the way, I had a teacher during the war who used to sing the chorus of 94. Now he'd come back to teaching at 75 to help out with the shortage. So he was born just before 1870 and it was almost certain he'd have been a pupil-teacher in the days before the Act of 1892. |
Subject: Lyr Add: I'M NINETY-FOUR THIS MORNIN' (Will Fyffe) From: Thomas Stern Date: 30 Aug 14 - 10:56 AM I'M NINETY-FOUR THIS MORNIN' by Will Fyffe (1921) It's nice to sit down when you're ninety-four, Down by the kitchen fire, And think o' the times you used to have, And the girls that you admire. But a farmer's life's a healthy life, I feel as good as new, And I'll bet a bob you'll be surpris'd at what I'll tell to you. CHORUS: I'm ninety-four this mornin', Aye, I'm ninety-four today. I'm not so young as I used to be, I'm gettin' old and grey. But my heart is young, and I'm fond of fun, And I'm very proud to say That I'm gettin' married on Thursday Tho' I'm ninety-four today. Of course down in the village It will be a big surprise, The people think it's all a joke, That the minister's telling lies. Oh! But we will get the laugh at them, As sure as I'm alive, For there'll maybe be a christ'ning yet Before I'm ninety-five. PATTER: Aye, ninety-four this mornin' at twenty-six minutes past four. Aye, and I'm feeling as well and as fit as ever I was in all my days. And I'm gettin' married again. You know there's a lot of people surprised at me gettin' married again, and goin' in for this "Blue Lagoon" business at my time of life. But I don't see anything to laugh at. A farmer's life's a very healthy life, you know. I consider that a man that's lived on a farm all his life, he's as good a man at ninety as a man that's lived in the city at forty. There's not much temptation in a wee sleepy village like this, you know. And mind ye, I'm expecting a lot of presents, cos I'm well connected; aye, and well respected too. I'm a town-councillor in this place here, and altho' I say it mysel', this is a very progressive place, very progressive. We're thinking of doing away with candles, and using paraffin oil before long. There's only one thing that's troubling me about gettin' married again- it's the bairns. Oh, I've been married before, you know! I've been married before, and I've got three boys. Aye, and fine lads too. Let me see now, there's the oldest one, that's Donal' he'll be, what?- seventy-two, aye, seventy-two. Oh, but a very steady lad, tho', a steady lad. Then the next one,- that's Peter. He's sixty-four. He's turning out a bit of a knut. He didn't come home till half-past-nine last night. He's beginning to flutter his wings a wee bit, I'm thinking. Then there's the bairn. That's little Alec – wee Eck. He's fifty. Oh, he's a terrible lad, an awful comic! He'll not work, you know. No, no; nothing but play. I saw him down the road just now, on his scooter. He's a terrible boy. I don't think I'll ever be able to rear that lad somehow. Mind ye, I had no intention of gettin' married again. No, I thought I'd have ended my days in peace. It was just through a conversation I overheard between my three lads that decided me to do what I'm goin' to do. I was passing by the kitchen about a month ago when I heard them speaking about me. They were discussin' when I was goin' to hop it. I heard the oldest one say, "Boys, the old chap's gettin' very frail!" Then they started to divide up all my property before I was dead. Ah, ah, said I, if that's your gamy, I'll spoil your plans for you. So that's what I'm goin' to do. I'm goin' to get married. So, don't run away with the idea that it's a case of love, as far as I'm concerned. It's not love... spite!
CHORUS: I'm ninety-four this mornin', Aye, I'm ninety-four today. |
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