Songs About Lawnmowers???? HELP!!

Subject: RE: Songs About Lawnmowers???? HELP!!
From: Charley Noble
Date: 13 May 04 - 05:38 PM

Open Mike-

Merle was Doc Watson's son, not his brother.

Charley Noble

Subject: RE: Songs About Lawnmowers???? HELP!!
From: Stilly River Sage
Date: 13 May 04 - 05:47 PM

They did a lawnmower story today on a program carried on a National Public Radio called The World. Had to do with the invention of the first lawnmower in 1830 in England. It wasn't motorized, but the mechanical device was made to be pulled behind a horse. There is a museum you can visit online.

SRS

Subject: RE: Songs About Lawnmowers???? HELP!!
From: open mike
Date: 14 May 04 - 04:13 AM

oh---duh, sorry for inaccurate message--i got some of the story right.
oops.

Subject: RE: Songs About Lawnmowers???? HELP!!
From: Sandra in Sydney
Date: 14 May 04 - 08:13 AM

chek ou the 'Bloody Gore - but just for laughs' thread - there's a few lawnmowers there.

Bloody Gore - but just for laughs

Subject: RE: Songs About Lawnmowers???? HELP!!
From: Jim Dixon
Date: 14 May 04 - 05:07 PM

Your friend would like this site: The British Lawnmower Museum.

Subject: RE: Songs About Lawnmowers???? HELP!!
From: Charley Noble
Date: 14 May 04 - 05:13 PM

He was known as the Lawn Ranger,
But he was cut down in his prime.

He knew how to make hay while the sun shined,
But, alas, no one would go his bail.



Cheerily,
Charley Noble

Subject: RE: Songs About Lawnmowers???? HELP!!
From: JennyO
Date: 15 May 04 - 12:11 PM

Here's a song from the Digitrad - not for the kiddies though:

THE MOWER

As I went out one morning on the fourteenth of July
I met a maid and I asked her age and she gave me this reply:
"I have a little meadow, I've kept for you in store
And it's only due, I should tell you true, it never was mowed before"

She said: "Me handsome young man, if a mower that you be
I give you good employment, so come along with me"
Well it was me good employment to wander up and down
With me tearing scythe all to contrive to mow her meadow down.

Now me courage being undaunted, I stepped out on the ground
And with me tearing scythe I then did strive to mow her meadow down
I mowed from nine till dinnertime, it was far beyond my skill
I was obliged to yield and to quit the field and the grass was growing still.

Now the mower she kissed and did pretest, this fair maid bein' so young
Her little eyes they glittered like to the rising sun
She said: "I'll strive to sharpen your scythe, so set it in me hand
And then perhaps you will return again to mow me meadow land."