Lyr Req: On Ilkla Moor Baht Hat

Subject: Lyr Req: A Scottish 'recycling song'
From: glen197
Date: 17 Jan 03 - 12:51 PM

NoT sure of the exact woriung since it is in dialect and I am a poor Scotsman, being Ashkenazie Jew lol.....but the sOng iCALLED something like Ilka Moore Bar Tat about as freind who might die from exposure only to be bearried and the worms that eat will be eaten by ducks so he can return to us in the form of duck soup.

Glen

Subject: RE: Lyr Req: A Scottish 'recycling song'
From: Malcolm Douglas
Date: 17 Jan 03 - 12:55 PM

SCOTTISH??!!!

It's a YORKSHIRE song. Run a search for ilkley moor via the search engine which you will find at the top of the main Forum page, and you'll get a long list of previous discussions which have dealt with the song. Happy reading.

Subject: RE: Lyr Req: A Scottish 'recycling song'
From: MMario
Date: 17 Jan 03 - 12:56 PM

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Subject: RE: Lyr Req: A Scottish 'recycling song'
From: Schantieman
Date: 17 Jan 03 - 01:19 PM

Said to be derived from a Yorkshire band outing to t'moor and words made up ad hoc to a tune used for 'While Shepherds Watched'.

S

Subject: RE: Lyr Req: A Scottish 'recycling song'
From: glen197
Date: 17 Jan 03 - 01:54 PM

ty....this is in response to an email Irecieved from a Brazilian lady who asked me about being amorous in cold weather...if a few laughs help me win her heart you guys have a wedding invitation!!

Subject: RE: Lyr Req: A Scottish 'recycling song'
From: Malcolm Douglas
Date: 17 Jan 03 - 02:12 PM

You might also have a look at The Frozen Logger.

Subject: RE: Lyr Req: A Scottish 'recycling song'
From: GUEST,ClairBear
Date: 17 Jan 03 - 03:27 PM

Or Stringband's "Canadian Love," if you can find it.

Subject: Lyr Add: CANADIAN LOVE (Marie-Lynn Hammond)
From: GUEST,ClaireBear
Date: 17 Jan 03 - 03:50 PM

CANADIAN LOVE
By Marie-Lynn Hammond

Oh I met him at an ice rink in Flin Flon.
'Twas a mild night, just 20 below.
As we skated in circles he reached for my hand,
But what it felt like I'm not sure I know,
For I had on two pairs of mittens
And he wore a thick sheepskin glove,
But if the trembling I felt wasn't due to the cold,
Then maybe perhaps it was love.

CHORUS: Oh Canadian love, Canadian love,
It's either 40 below or it's 90 above,
And though it's hard to be yearning
When you're freezing or burning,
Like the dollar we keep falling - in Canadian love.

So we ended up going to his place
Where I peeled off my mitts at the door (both pairs),
And after 10 minutes of struggle my boots and my socks
Lay in a pool on the floor.
Then he tenderly took my wool tuque off
And he rolled down my leg warmers too.
By now it was 10 to 11 and we
Still had a lot left to do. CHORUS

With a sigh he unknotted my muffler,
Then he stopped for a much needed rest.
I could tell he was getting discouraged—with reason!—
For he was still fully dressed.
But when he finally unzippered my parka,
I caught sight of the clock and cried, "Oh!
It's quarter to 12 and I promised my mother
I'd be home an hour ago!"
Well, he looked like a man who'd been broken
But it wasn't emotional pain.
It was just that he couldn't stand having to watch me
Put all that stuff back on again. CHORUS

Well, we met the next summer in Wawa—
An only slightly more hospitable clime—
And if it hadn't been for the black flies and the heat wave
We might just have made it that time. CHORUS