Christmas gift for Susan & Dick.

Subject: Lyr Add: THE COUNTRY VICAR
From: Bert.
Date: 10 Nov 98 - 09:18 AM

Branch from 'Christmas gifts' thread.

Everyone! try to post a new song. Check to make sure it's not already in DT.

Here's a start. A bawdy one from memory.

THE COUNTRY VICAR

There once was a country vicar who said to his curate John,
"I bet I've had more women than you" and the curate said
"You're on! You're on!" and the curate said "you're on!"
"Tomorrow outside the church we'll stand and this shall be the sign"
"You ding-a-ding for the women you've had,
and I'll ding-a-dong for mine, for mine
and I'll ding-a-dong for mine".

There were more ding-a-dings than ding-a-dong dongs
'till a pretty young maid walked by
and the curate went ding-dong
"Ah", said the vicar "Don't ding-a-dong there
that's my wife I do declare"
"Well" said the curate "I don't care"
with a ding-a ding-dong ding-dong ding-dong
with a ding-a ding-a ding-a ding-dong.

Subject: Lyr Add: COUNTRY LASSIE (Robert Burns)
From: Alice
Date: 10 Nov 98 - 10:16 AM

COUNTRY LASSIE
by Robert Burns

In simmer, when the hay was mawn
And corn wav'd green in ilka [every] field,
While claver [clover] blooms white o'er the ley [pasture]
And roses blaw in ilka bield [sheltered spot]
Blythe Bessie in the milking shiel [shed]
Says;-'I'll be wed, come o't what will!'
Out spake a dame in wrinkled eild [old age]
'O guid [of good] advisement comes nae ill.

'It's ye hae wooers monie ane, [many a one]
And lassie, ye're but young, ye ken!
Then wait a wee, and cannie wale [sensibly choose]
A routhie butt, [a well stocked kitchen] a routhie ben. [parlour]
There's Johnie o the Buskie-Glen,
Fu [full] is his barn, fu is his byre. [cowshed]
Tak this frae me, my bonny hen:
It's plenty beets [fans] the luver's fire!

'For Johnie o' the Buskie-Glen
I dinna care a single flie [fly]:
He lo'es sae weel his craps [crops] and kye, [cattle]
He has nae love to spare for me.
But blythe's the blink [glance] o' Robie's e'e, [eye]
And weel I wat he lo'es me dear:
Ae blink [glance] o' him I wad na gie [give]
For Buskie-Glen and a' his gear. [wealth]

O thoughtless lassie, life's a faught! [fight]
The canniest gate, [quietest manner] the strife is sair.[sore]
But ay fu-han't [full handed] is fechin [fighting] best
A hungry care an unco [very great] care
But some will spend and some will spare
An wilfu folk maun hae their will
Syne as ye brew, my maiden fair,
keep mind that Ye maun drink the yill! [ale]

'O, gear will buy me rigs [ridges] o land,
And gear will buy me sheep and kye!
but the tender heart o leesome [gladsome] loove
The gowd and siller [gold and silver] canna buy!
We may be poor, Robie and I
Light is the burden luve lays on;
Content and loove brings peace and joy:
What mair hae Queens upon a throne?

------

alice in montana

Subject: Lyr Add: OLD STEPSTONE and THE OLD DOOR STEP
From: Dale Rose
Date: 10 Nov 98 - 02:56 PM

One thing about it, they won't have to dig through threads to find these! Here is another from the singing of Bascom Lamar Lunsford (1882-1973) of Mars Hill, North Carolina, near Asheville.

I have three recording of the song, and have heard two others live.

Bascom Lamar Lunsford (Old Stepstone) Smithsonian Folkways CD 40082, 1996 (recorded in 1949)
Ernest V. Stoneman (Goodbye Dear Old Stepstone) County CD 3510, 1996 (recorded in 1928)
Jane Voss (Goodbye To My Stepstone) Bay LP 207, 1976 (Out of print, but well worth digging for)

Walt Michael, an excellent hammer dulcimer player performs it, as does Harmony, a group from Stone County, Arkansas~~they just call it Stepstone, by the way.

From the excellent notes on Smithsonian Folkways:
OLD STEPSTONE
(Brown 713, p. 448 vol. V) " 'Old Stepstone' is the title of this song, which I learned in 1904 from Miss Lela Ammons of Robbinsville, North Carolina. She sang, played the song on the old-time organ, and would sing this beautiful text of 'Old Stepstone.' "

Oh, 'tis sad to be parted from those that we love
Strange faces we see every day
Each heart string of mine is broken in time
When I think of those dear ones at home.

Chorus

Goodbye dear old stepstone, goodbye to my home
God bless those I leave with a sigh
I'll cherish fond memories when I'm far away
To roam o'er this wide world alone.

I stood on my doorstep at evening and morn
The wind whispered by with a moan
The fields may be whitening, but I will be gone
To roam o'er this wide world alone.

Chorus

I stood on my doorstep when school time was o'er
And I wish for the time to go by
Now it has passed. and I stand here tonight
To bid this old stepstone goodbye.

Chorus

---

Well, now that I am done with that, I find that it is in Levy, so here is the original, words by A. J. Crider, music by Geo. B. Chase, 1880, The Old Door Step (title #5!) The version by Ernest Stoneman is easily the closest to this text, with only minor variations. Jane Voss switches things around quite a bit, but it is a nice sounding version all the same. The variation in Lunsford's version is easily accounted for. Though the song was written in 1880, he learned an oral version in 1904, then did not record it until 1949, making it pretty far from the original in time as well as text.

THE OLD DOOR STEP
A. J. Crider, Geo. B. Chase, 1880

I stand on the doorstep at eventide now,
The wind whispers by with a moan,
The fields will be whit'ning but I will be gone
To roam o'er the wide world alone.
I stood on this doorstep when schooltime was o'er
And longed for the time to go by,
And now it has gone, and I stand here tonight,
To bid this dear stepstone goodbye.

Chorus
Goodbye to this stepstone, goodbye to my home,
God bless those I leave with a sigh,
I'll cherish dear memories when I am away,
Goodbye dear old stepstone, goodbye.

It is hard to be parted from those that we love,
When reverses in fortune have come,
And the strongest of heartstrings are broken in twain
By the absence of loved ones at home.
But I'll bid this poor heart cease repining in vain
And hush'd be each deep heaving sigh,
Tho' the pain it will cost me none ever can know,
To bid this dear stepstone goodbye.

Chorus

There are many temptations with which I may meet,
And sad mournful scenes every day,
And the faces at home, oh! I never shall greet,
Their forms will be so far away
But I'll think of the dear old stone step at the door
And oft drop a tear from my eye,
I will stand in my dreams as I stand here tonight,
To bid this dear stepstone goodbye.

Chorus

Subject: RE: Christmas gift for Susan & Dick.
From: Bill D
Date: 10 Nov 98 - 03:13 PM

Alice...thank you..I have a friend who sings "Country Lassie"...she does it so beautifully it almost makes me weep, and I never before had the words on front of me. (I use that song as a paradigm of 'songs I simply am unable to sing'...it strikes me as terribly difficuly to do that tune well)

now I shall have to go find a song to add that equals it. *big smile*

Subject: RE: Christmas gift for Susan & Dick.
From: Susan of DT
Date: 10 Nov 98 - 05:45 PM

THANX GUYS! YOU'RE ALL THE GREATEST.

Subject: RE: Christmas gift for Susan & Dick.
From: Alice
Date: 10 Nov 98 - 05:53 PM

Thanks Bill, I am working on Country Lassie, Tam Glenn, The Winter It Is Past, and Charlie He's My Darling, for Robert Burns day... just had a practice this afternoon with the violin accompanist. Some of the interesting odd ways of turning a tune make the Scottish songs really unique. alice

Subject: RE: Christmas gift for Susan & Dick.
From: dick greenhaus
Date: 10 Nov 98 - 08:16 PM

Thanx! I'm touched! (Or is that tetched?)

Subject: Lyr Add: TO SING THE BLUES
From: Roger in Baltimore
Date: 10 Nov 98 - 09:44 PM

TO SING THE BLUES

Lived alone for so long,
That's why I sing these sad old songs,
Lord, I'm tired of being inspired,
To sing the blues.

CHO:
Gimme one, gimme two,
Of these low-down dirty blues,
Come on and sing along.

Evil women, nasty wine,
Boss man bitchin' all the time,
Seems to me it's my destiny,
To sing the blues. CHO:

(Bridge)
And when I die or become a star,
Won't you bury me with my guitar. CHO:

Big ol' bankroll fat and round,
A dozen ladies all 'cross town,
That's the key. Then I won't need,
To sing the blues. CHO:

by Roger Himler and Charles Kennedy

May your holidays be blessed. Thanks Dick and Susan!

Roger in Baltimore

Subject: Lyr Add: THE DEVIL AND THE BAILIFF
From: Big Mick
Date: 10 Nov 98 - 11:46 PM

Dick and Susan,

Greetings from one of your most devout worshippers. I hope this finds you and yours in good health and wish you all the best during this season and the new year.

THE DEVIL AND THE BAILIFF
Words by Cathal MacGarvey
The bailiff was one of the most feared and reviled people in Ireland in the nineteenth century. In this song he gets his. (paraphrased from liner notes on Brendan Nolan's CD "Across the Great Divide"
One fine pleasant evening last summer
I was strolling through Carhirciveen
When a pair of quare playboys collogin'
before me I happened to see.
Now to know what these boyo's were up to
In a trifle I hastened me walk
And begor I soon learned their profession
When I got within line of their talk.

Well on of these lads was the divil
The other was bailiff McGlynn
And the one was as nice as the other
for both were as ugly as sin.
Says the ould lad,
"Ye know I'm the divil and you are a bailiff I see"
"It's the divil himself" says the bailiff
"Oh well that bates the divil" says he.
Then a young lad ran out of a cottage
and off with him over the fields.
"May the divil take you" says his mother
as she rattled a stone off his heels.
"Arrah why don't you take the young rascal,
"Your Highness," the Bailiff he cried.
"Ah! twas not from her heart the wish it came,"
the divil he smiling replied.

Close by a small plot of potatoes
a bonham was striving to dig
When the owner ran out and she shouted,
"May the divil take you for a pig."
Say the bailiff, "Now there's a fine offer,
Why not take the bonham?" says he.
Sez the divil, "Her lips only said it,
and that's not sufficient for me."

As they jogged on a young man espied them
and into his mother he fled
Shouting, "Oh, mother dear here's the bailiff,"
Well she clasped her two hands and she said,
"MAY THE DIVIL TAKE THAT UGLY BAILIFF."
Says the divil, "Begob that I'll do.
It was straight from her heart the wish it came,
so Bailiff McGlynn I'LL TAKE YOU."

Subject: RE: Christmas gift for Susan & Dick.
From: Jon Bartlett
Date: 11 Nov 98 - 04:25 AM

If someone gave *me* a pressie for Xmas I wouldn't peek, so what are Susan and Dick doing on this thread? Good on yer both, and here's a wee thing I heard just the once from Alex Campbell of glorious memory:

Well, I wished I was a rock sittin' on a hill,
Doing nothin' all day long but just a-sittin' still.
I wouldn't eat and I wouln't sleep and I wouldn't even wash
I'd just sit still a thousand years and rest myself, my gosh.

Jon the offsider

Subject: RE: Christmas gift for Susan & Dick.
From: Alice
Date: 12 Nov 98 - 11:24 AM

Are there any song lyrics (or tunes) you are desperately seeking, Susan? (sorry, Susan, I couldn't resist getting that phrase in... just too tempting)

Do you have a wish list for additions to the DT?

alice in montana

Subject: RE: Christmas gift for Susan & Dick.
From: dick greenhaus
Date: 12 Nov 98 - 07:08 PM

Well, Christmas is coming early this year. I just received a package from Wolfgang Hell cosisting of some three pounds (1.5 kilos?) of Xeroxed tunes to songs in the DT that don't have music! Thank you! Thank you! Thank you! (Maybe Thanksgiving is more appropriate) Wolfgang, you're wonderful!

Subject: RE: Christmas gift for Susan & Dick.
From: Wolfgang
Date: 18 Nov 98 - 10:33 AM

Glad to be helpful, Dick, but what is this compared to what John in Brisbane does every week? Maybe Christmas next year I'll be able to send not just photocopies (leaving the largest part of the work to others) but actual tunes.

Wolfgang

Subject: Lyr Add: COME INSIDE
From: Bert
Date: 18 Nov 98 - 11:17 AM

Not very PC but...

COME INSIDE

I was outside a lunatic asylum one day, busy picking up stones
When along came a lunatic and said to me, "Good morning Mr. Jones,
Oh, how much a week do you get for doing that", "Thirty bob I cried"
"What, thirty bob a week, with a wife and kids to keep? Come inside you silly bugger come inside"

"Come inside you silly bugger come inside, you ought to have a bit more sense.
Working for your living, take my tip, act a little screwy and become a lunatic.
Oh you get your meals most regular and a brand new suit besides.
What's thirty bob a week with a wife and kids to keep.
Come inside you silly bugger come inside."

Subject: Lyr Add: AT IT AGAIN (Andy M. Stewart)
From: Susan-Marie
Date: 18 Nov 98 - 12:03 PM

One of my favorite Andy M. Stewart songs (sorry there's no tune but you really need to hear him sing it):

AT IT AGAIN - Andy M. Stewart

Though Geordie's a man I hav'ny seen lately
I met with his brother in Tain
Says I "Do ye think that he's still off the drink?"
"Oh no, he's at it again"

chorus:
Aye we telt him and aye we warned him
And aye he promised but then
At the turn o' yer back he'd be right off the track
And noo he's at it again

I asked him "Is Geordie still makin good whiskey"
He's prone to distill now and then
"He'd been testin a sup and near blew he's sel' up
But noo he's at it again"

Geordie's the lad for courtin the ladies
He's tall and handsome but vain
He wed five or six but they tired of his tricks
And noo he's at it again

I remember when Geordie discovered the horses
Then swore no to back them again
All his horses got bate, he had devil a hate
But noo he's at it again

The Bailiff caught Geordie doon poachin the salmon
And off to the court he was taen
But the truth for to tell, he'd a rest in his cell
And noo he's at it again

copyright 1990 Green Linnet Records

Subject: RE: Christmas gift for Susan & Dick.
From: John in Brisbane
Date: 18 Nov 98 - 08:16 PM

Well done Wolfgang, and thanks for the kind words. Perhaps by Christmas next year I can start producing them by ear - well at least that's my aim.

Subject to Dick's consent I think that there's another simple way we can make a lasting contribution to the DT, and it doesn't require any fandangles to do it.

There are a huge number of songs in the DT with no tune attributed to them - we all know that! But there is also a large number of songs where the tune DOES exist elsewhere in the DT, but there is no link to them. This is often true where more than one version of the song is given, where the song is a parody of another (perhaps) well known song, or where it was initially thought that the tune would be self evident to future readers. (A foreign pagan like me has only a vague idea as to the tune of Onward Christian Soldiers - must admit I haven't looked for it in the database).

This may end up being a pain in the bum for Dick, so I'll stop short of giving some ideas as to making it happen. Wouldn't want to see a Christmas gift turn into a New Year nightmare.

Regards John

IMHO by far the easiest way to search the DT is using the downloadable database. It is DOS based but stunningly quick and powerful ... and fun.

Regards John

Subject: RE: Christmas gift for Susan & Dick.
From: Bert
Date: 20 Nov 98 - 04:49 PM

My Mother used to sing this. Don't know if there is any more to it...

I wakes him nice and early when the clock strikes eight,
I am always punctual, never, never late,
with a nice cup of tea, a little round of toast,
The Sporting Life and The Winning Post.
I makes him nice and cozy then I toddles off to work.
I do the best I can.
I'm only doing what a woman should do,
'cos he's only a working man.

Subject: Lyr/Tune Add: LULLABY (Anne Lister)
From: Barbara
Date: 23 Nov 98 - 01:27 AM

Here's a more modern Lullaby for your collection, from Anne Lister's CD, Flame in Avalon.
Blessings,
Barbara

LULLABY
(Anne Lister)

CHORUS:
Rockabye baby, cradle and all
I'll tell you a story as night starts to fall
I'll tell you a story as day turns to night
All the best fairytales all turn out right.

In all of the stories whenever you're crying
Someone is passing by, walking or flying
Godmothers, fairies or angels on high
You can be sure you'll be heard if you cry
Frogs are all princes, ugly ducklings are swans,
There's magic at hand when all hope is gone
Poor folk and honest folk always win through
How I wish fairytales all came out true.
Chorus

There's always a way to win through to the treasure
There's just enough pain before you find the pleasure
If you think that you're beaten, help comes along
And it's easy to tell who's right and who's wrong
And just when you think that your heart has been broken,
A prince comes along with a slipper or token
It's you that he's looking for, you that he kisses,
Why is it in real life there are so many misses?

Chorus

Hold on to the hand of your sister or brother
And keep clear away from your wicked stepmother
Children take action, the youngest are strongest
Spells by the good fairy always last longest
Rags turn to riches, stones turn to jewels
There's always a punishment if you are cruel
So rockabye baby, until it is morning,
You'll find life's not quite like this - this is a warning.

Chorus
And the tune

MIDI file: lulaby.mid

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This program is worth the effort of learning it.

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Subject: Lyr Add: PASSING THROUGH^^^
From: BSeed
Date: 23 Nov 98 - 03:32 AM

I was a bit surprised not to find this song in the database, despite entering it by [name] and several [key phrase] checks:

PASSING THROUGH

I saw Adam leave the garden with a suitcase in his hand,
I said "Now you're out, what are you gonna do?"
"Plant some crops and pray for rain,
Maybe raise a little Cain,
I'm an orphan and I'm only passing through."

Chorus:
Passing through, passing through,
Sometimes happy, sometimes blue,
Glad that I ran into you,
Tell the people that you saw me passing through.

I asked Jesus on the cross on the hill called Calvary,
"Do you hate mankind for what they did to you?"
He said, "Speak of love, not hate,
Got to go, it's getting late,
I've so little time and I'm just passing through.

I spoke with General Washington in the snow at Valley Forge,
I asked him, "Why will men go through what they go through?"
He said, "Men will suffer, fight,
Even die for what is right,
Even though they know they're only passing through."

Franklin Roosevelt told me on the day before he died,
"One world must come out of World War Two,
Red and yellow, black and white,
We're all equal in God's sight,
We're all his children and we're only passing through.^^^

I can't find the book from which I got these words, and I don't remember who wrote it. I learned the melody from a fellow striking teacher back in '75--he had put strike-specific words to it.

It's getting very late: maybe someone else knows the song and can post the midi. If not, I'll post the chords for the verse and chorus tomorrow or the next day. The melody of the verse is very like "Jesse James"; the chorus ends the same but starts out a bit different.

Subject: Tune Add: OKIE FROM MUSKOGEE
From: John in Brisbane
Date: 24 Nov 98 - 03:09 AM

Couldn't open a new thread, I'm getting errors all over the place, so thought I'd try this one.

Here's another classic with the tune missing from the DT.

Regards John

MIDI file: okie_nu.mid

Timebase: 120

TimeSig: 4/4 24 8
Key: C
Tempo: 150 (397430 microsec/crotchet)
Start
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End

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ABC format:

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M:4/4
Q:1/4=150
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Subject: Tune Add: EARLY MORNING RAIN
From: John in Brisbane
Date: 24 Nov 98 - 03:12 AM

Early Morning Rain - no tune in DT.

MIDI file: okie_nu.mid

Timebase: 120

TimeSig: 4/4 24 8
Key: C
Tempo: 150 (397430 microsec/crotchet)
Start
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End

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ABC format:

X:1
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M:4/4
Q:1/4=150
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Subject: Tune Add: DID SHE MENTION MY NAME?
From: John in Brisbane
Date: 24 Nov 98 - 03:15 AM

Did She Mention My Name? Tune not in DT.

MIDI file: didshenu.mid

Timebase: 120

TimeSig: 4/4 24 8
Key: G
Tempo: 203 (294118 microsec/crotchet)
Name: DID SHE MENTION MY NAME
Start
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End

This program is worth the effort of learning it.

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ABC format:

X:1
T:Did She Mention My Name
M:4/4
Q:1/4=203
K:G
C4D2G2|B2BB3A2|A2G4B,2|C2E,G,CC3E,G,D2|E2A,C4A,CA2|
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Subject: RE: Christmas gift for Susan & Dick.
From: Susan of DT
Date: 24 Nov 98 - 05:58 PM

Seed: see Passing Thru. I think "through" should be always be truncated.

Subject: Lyr Add: THE DEAR LITTLE SHAMROCK (Andrew Cherry)
From: Teru
Date: 24 Nov 98 - 06:36 PM

There have been so many lyrics already, but I should like to send them a very pretty Irish song I love. I am sorry I cannot send the tune.

THE DEAR LITTLE SHAMROCK
(Andrew Cherry)

1. There's a dear little plant that grows in our Isle,
'Twas Saint Patrick himself sure that set it;
And the sun on his labour with pleasure did smile,
And with dew from his eye often wet it.
It shines thro' the bog thro' the brake, thro' the mireland,
And he call'd it the dear little Shamrock of Ireland.

CHORUS The dear little Shamrock, the sweet little Shamrock,
The dear little, sweet little Shamrock of Ireland.

2. That dear little plant still grows in our land,
Fresh and fair as the daughters of Erin,
Whose smiles can bewitch, and whose eyes can command,
In each climate they ever appear in:
For they shine thro' the bog, thro' the brake, and the mireland,
Just like their own dear little Shamrock of Ireland. CHORUS

3. That dear little plant that springs from our soil,
When its three little leaves are extended,
Denotes from the stalk we together should toil,
And ourselves by ourselves be befriended.
And still thro' the bog, thro' the brake, and the mireland,
From one root should branch, like the Shamrock of Ireland. CHORUS

Merry Christmas!

Teru

Subject: Lyr Add: SHE LIVED BESIDE THE ANNER
From: Alice
Date: 24 Nov 98 - 09:39 PM

SHE LIVED BESIDE THE ANNER
Irish, from the verses by Charles Joseph Kickham
(1826-1882)
collected by Herbert Hughes, Irish Country Songs, Vol.4

She lived beside the Anner at the foot of Slievenaman,
A gentle peasant girl with mild eyes like the dawn.
Her lips were dewy rosebuds, her teeth of pearls rare,
And a snowdrift 'neath a beechen bough Her neck and nut-brown hair.

How pleasant was to meet her on Sunday when the bell
Was filling with its mellow tones lone wood and grassy dell.
And when at eve young maidens strayed the river bank along
The widow's brown-haired daughter was loveliest of the throng.

Ah, cold and well nigh callous this weary heart has grown
For thy helpless fate, dear Ireland, and for sorrows of my own
Yet a tear my eye will moisten when by Anner side I stray
For the lily of the mountain foot that withered far away.

------- alice in montana

Subject: RE: Christmas gift for Susan & Dick.
From: BSeed
Date: 24 Nov 98 - 09:59 PM

Su, u might as well truncate shu and blu and gru, tru? --seed

Subject: RE: Christmas gift for Susan & Dick.
From:
Date: 25 Nov 98 - 12:52 AM

The song/narration is known by various titles for some unknown reason....??? copyright, perhaps and is in the data base under the following titles!

I WAS BORN ABOUT 10,000 YEARS AGO * HERE *

PASSING THROUGH * HERE *

JUST THE FACTS, MA'AM * HERE *

Subject: Lyr/Tune Add: NOBODY KNOWS THE TROUBLE I'VE SEEN
From: John in Brisbane
Date: 25 Nov 98 - 03:13 AM

Joe, please forgive me if I post a few tunes in this one reply, but my systems are misbehaving.

Hi For The Beggarman

Could not find this at all in the DT, will post the lyrics tomorrow.

NOBODY KNOWS THE TROUBLE I'VE SEEN

No tune in DT.

Until It's Time For You To Go

No tune in DT.

NOBODY KNOWS THE TROUBLE I'VE SEEN

MIDI file: troub_nu.mid

Timebase: 120

TimeSig: 2/4 24 8
Key: C
Tempo: 075 (800000 microsec/crotchet)
Start
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End

This program is worth the effort of learning it.

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ABC format:

X:1
T:
M:2/4
Q:1/4=75
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Until It's Time For You To Go
No tune in DT

MIDI file: until_nu.mid

Timebase: 120

TimeSig: 4/4 24 8
Key: D
Tempo: 091 (652174 microsec/crotchet)
Name: Until It's Time For You To Go
Start
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End

This program is worth the effort of learning it.

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ABC format:

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Q:1/4=91
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Subject: RE: Christmas gift for Susan & Dick.
From: BSeed
Date: 25 Nov 98 - 03:41 AM

"I Was Born About Ten Thousand Years Ago," although also from the point of view of someone who, who--so to say--was born about ten thousand years ago, is a very different song, just a brag. "Passing Through" has a strong theme which "Born," and the similar "Great Historical Bum" both lack, that of a common humanity shared by a race of mortal beings (unlike the narrators of all the songs, who go from era to era). Another difference: the narrator in "Passing Through" is an observer, not a heroic participant. The heroes are the mortals. (And "Just the Facts, Ma'am" is a melding of "Born" and "Bum," and is usually performed as a duet, a pair of competing liars. The alternating verses are sung to different melodies. --seed

Subject: Lyr/Tune Add: HI FOR THE BEGGARMAN
From: John in Brisbane
Date: 25 Nov 98 - 07:04 PM

Lyrics for Hi For The Beggarman to match the tune sent yesterday:

Regards
John

HI FOR THE BEGGARMAN


The night being dark and very cold,
A woman took pity on a poor soul.
She took pity on a poor old soul
And asked him to come in.

Chorus:
With a tooroo, rooroo, rantin hi,
A tooroo, rooroo, rantin hi,
Tooroo, rooroo rantin hi,
And hi for the beggarman.

2. He sat him down in a chimney nook;
He hung his coat up on a hook.
He hung his coat up on a hook,
And merrily he did sing.
Chorus:

3. In the middle of the night the old woman rose;
She missed the beggarman and all his clothes.
She clapped and clapped and clapped again,
Says, "He has my daughter gone!"
Chorus:

4. Three long years have passed and gone,
When this old man came back again,
Asking for a charity:
"Would you lodge a beggarman?"
Chorus:

5. "I never lodged any but the one,
And with that one me daughter's gone,
With that one me daughter's gone
So merrily you may gang."
Chorus:

6. "Would you like to see your daughter now,
With two babies on her knee,
With two babies on her knee
And another coming on?"
Chorus:

7. "For yonder she sits and yonder she stands,
The finest lady in all the land;
Servants there at her command
Since she went with the beggarman."
Chorus:

MIDI file: hibeg_nu.mid

Timebase: 120

TimeSig: 2/4 24 8
Key: D
Tempo: 089 (666667 microsec/crotchet)
Name: Hi For The Beggarman
Start
0210 1 57 110 0028 0 57 000 0002 1 57 110 0058 0 57 000 0002 1 62 110 0028 0 62 000 0002 1 62 110 0028 0 62 000 0002 1 62 110 0058 0 62 000 0002 1 64 110 0028 0 64 000 0002 1 64 110 0028 0 64 000 0002 1 66 110 0058 0 66 000 0002 1 62 110 0058 0 62 000 0002 1 64 110 0088 0 64 000 0002 1 64 110 0028 0 64 000 0002 1 61 110 0028 0 61 000 0002 1 61 110 0028 0 61 000 0002 1 57 110 0058 0 57 000 0002 1 57 110 0028 0 57 000 0002 1 57 110 0028 0 57 000 0002 1 59 110 0028 0 59 000 0002 1 59 110 0028 0 59 000 0002 1 61 110 0058 0 61 000 0002 1 57 110 0058 0 57 000 0002 1 57 110 0088 0 57 000 0002 1 57 110 0028 0 57 000 0002 1 66 110 0058 0 66 000 0002 1 62 110 0058 0 62 000 0002 1 66 110 0028 0 66 000 0002 1 66 110 0028 0 66 000 0002 1 67 110 0028 0 67 000 0002 1 67 110 0028 0 67 000 0002 1 69 110 0058 0 69 000 0002 1 69 110 0058 0 69 000 0002 1 69 110 0058 0 69 000 0002 1 67 110 0058 0 67 000 0002 1 66 110 0028 0 66 000 0002 1 66 110 0028 0 66 000 0002 1 62 110 0058 0 62 000 0002 1 64 110 0058 0 64 000 0002 1 61 110 0058 0 61 000 0002 1 62 110 0100 0 62 000 0020 1 62 110 0088 0 62 000 0002 1 62 110 0028 0 62 000 0002 1 57 110 0058 0 57 000 0002 1 62 110 0058 0 62 000 0002 1 62 110 0058 0 62 000 0002 1 64 110 0058 0 64 000 0002 1 66 110 0058 0 66 000 0002 1 62 110 0058 0 62 000 0002 1 64 110 0088 0 64 000 0002 1 64 110 0028 0 64 000 0002 1 61 110 0058 0 61 000 0002 1 57 110 0058 0 57 000 0002 1 57 110 0058 0 57 000 0002 1 59 110 0058 0 59 000 0002 1 61 110 0058 0 61 000 0002 1 57 110 0058 0 57 000 0002 1 57 110 0100 0 57 000 0020 1 66 110 0058 0 66 000 0002 1 62 110 0058 0 62 000 0002 1 66 110 0058 0 66 000 0002 1 67 110 0058 0 67 000 0002 1 69 110 0058 0 69 000 0002 1 69 110 0058 0 69 000 0002 1 69 110 0058 0 69 000 0002 1 67 110 0058 0 67 000 0002 1 66 110 0058 0 66 000 0002 1 62 110 0028 0 62 000 0002 1 62 110 0028 0 62 000 0002 1 64 110 0058 0 64 000 0002 1 61 110 0058 0 61 000 0002 1 62 110 0160 0 62 000
End

This program is worth the effort of learning it.

To download the March 10 MIDItext 98 software and get instructions on how to use it click here

ABC format:

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T:Hi For The Beggarman
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Subject: Lyr Add: MATCH IN THE GAS TANK, BOOM, BOOM!
From: BSeed
Date: 26 Nov 98 - 04:10 AM

This is a song I learned in church camps around fifty years ago. It's the same kind of thing as Hole in the Bottom of the Sea, Old MacDonald's Farm, The Twelve Days of Christmas, The Old Lady Who Swallowed a Fly--any of those songs where the verses keep piling up...

MATCH IN THE GAS TANK, BOOM, BOOM!

There was a little girl, the cutest little girl, The sweetest little girl that you ever did see. The girl was on the seat, the seat was in the Ford, The Ford was on the wheels, the wheels were on the ground, And the motor in the Ford made the wheels go round. Match in the gas tank, boom, boom!

There was a little curl, the cutest little curl,
The sweetest little curl that you ever did see,
The curl was on the girl, the girl was on the seat,
The seat was in the Ford, the Ford was on the wheels,
The wheels were on the ground,
And the motor in the Ford made the wheels go round.
Match in the gas tank, boom, boom.

There was a little hat... (on the curl)

There was a little feather...

There was a little fly...

There was a little leg...

There was a little hair...

There was a little germ...

At one time, the song may have begun with the Ford, but by the time I learned it, the girl was the standard starting point. The tune is similar to Old MacDonald's Farm; the "match in the gas tank, boom, boom," is the same as "Shave and a haircut, six-bits."

Subject: Tune Add: HOME BY BEARNA
From: Henrik W.
Date: 26 Nov 98 - 04:26 PM

I noticed that the tune for "Home by Bearna" is missing from the database, so here it is (in ABC format):

X:1
T:HOME BY BEARNA
C:Trad.
A:Kerry
D:Home by Bearna: Christy Moore - "Whatever tickles your fancy"
O:Irish
M:6/8
L:1/8
Q:1/4=160
K:Dm
D|"Dm"D2DF2G|A2dc2A|"C"G2Ac2E|E2DC3|
"Dm"D2 DF2G|A2d c2 A|"C"G2A c2 E|"Dm"D3D2A|
"Dm"A2d d2 e|d2cA2=B|"C"c2dc2A|G2Ac2A|
"Dm"A2d d2 e|d2cA3|"C"G2Ec2E|"Dm" D3D2|]

By the way, Bearna is an area in North Kerry, Ireland, about 10 miles from Castleisland - it's a beautiful place on the side of a valley (or so I'm told). Scartaglen is a village nearby, which nowadays apparently consists of a church, a graveyard, a mechanic and five pubs. For those interested in the meaning of these names - bearna means "a gap [in a mountain]" and Scartaglen means "the thicket of the glen".

There's more to come in a little while...

Cheers,

Henrik

Subject: Lyr/Tune Add: PILLS OF WHITE MERCURY
From: Henrik W.
Date: 26 Nov 98 - 04:41 PM

Here's a song which I couldn't find in the database:

PILLS OF WHITE MERCURY

As I was a walking by the banks of the Ugie
Come my dear friends and a story I'll relate
I spied a dear comrade all dressed in white flannel
Dressed in white flannel and cruel was his fate

The mercury was beating, the limestone was reeking
His tongue all inflamed hung over his chin
A hole in his bosom, his teeth were a closin'
Bad luck to the girl that had gi'ed him the Phlegm (flame?)

Chorus:
And had she but told me, oh when she dishonored me
Had she but told me of it in time
I might have been cured by those pills of white mercury
Now I am a young man cut down in my prime

My parents they warned me and oftimes they chided
With those young flash girls do not sport and play
But I never listened, no I never heeded
I just carried on in my own wicked way

[Chorus]

It's down on the corner two flash girls were talking
One to the other did whisper and say
There goes that young man who once was so jolly
But now for his sins his own body must pay

[Chorus]

Oh doctor, dear doctor before your departure
Take all these bottles of mercury away
And send for the minister to say a prayer over me
So they can put my poor body in the clay

[Chorus]

Now get you six fellow to carry my coffin
Six pretty fair maids to bear up my pall
And give each of them there a bunch of red roses
So when they pass by me they'll not know the smell

[Chorus]

And the ABC...:

X:1
T:Pills of White Mercury
C:Trad.
S:Old Blind Dogs - "Tall Tails"
D:Old Blind Dogs - "Tall Tails" (played in A)
O:Scottish
Z:Transcription and chords by Henrik Widell
M:3/4
L:1/8
Q:180
K:G
"G"G3G G2|"C"E2-F2 G2|"C"B3A G2|"D"F2 E2 D2|
"G"B3B B2|"C"d2-c2 A2|"C"G3A B2|"D"A4 d2|
"G"d3c B2|"C"c2 B2 A2|"G"G3G G2|"D"F2 E2 D2|
"G"B2 B2 d2|"C"d2 c2 A2|"D"D2 G2 F2|"G"G4z2|"G"z6:|

Some 100-150 years ago, mercury was used as a cure for
syphilis. Well, it might have cured the syphilis, but
it probably killed the victim... Anyway, there is a
similar song in the DT database, called "The unfortunate
lass", which has similar words, but a female victim.
Also, the tune is different, but it could be sung to
the above melody, I think. Finally, for those interested
in geography, Ugie is river that runs just north of
Peterhead in North-East Scotland.

Cheers

Henrik

Subject: Lyr Add: QUICKSILVER (Roger Gall)
From: The Shambles
Date: 26 Nov 98 - 08:23 PM


Quicksilver

You still search for Eldorado
Look for that city of gold
The golden curse of our nation
Lives are now brought and sold
Black river, Rio Negro
Flows tainted with your spoil
Invisible poison
In the flood water, boils

Quicksilver, runs in our river
Quicksilver, runs in our veins
All thought to your profit
All thought to you gain
No thought to our future
No thought to our pain

With our old foes encroaching
We knew where to make a stand
But you poison the fish in
The life blood, the veins of our land
Our young men are ailing
Our children, they fail to thrive
While you polish your trinkets
We try to stay alive

Quicksilver, runs in our river
Quicksilver, runs in our veins
All thought to your profit
All thought to your gain
No thought to our future
No thought to our pain

Witness the rape of our forest
Soil the last paradise
You juggle the money markets
We struggle to pay the price

Quicksilver, runs in our river
Quicksilver, runs in our veins
All thought to your profit
All thought to your gain
No thought to our future
No thought to our pain

Roger Gall 1995

Subject: Lyr Add: BAD COMPANY
From: Alice
Date: 26 Nov 98 - 09:00 PM

From a 1934 cowboy songbook:

BAD COMPANY

1. Come all you young companions, And listen unto me
I'll tell you a sad story of some bad company
I was born in Pennsylvania, among the beautiful hills,
And the mem'ry of my childhood, is warm within me still.

2. I had a kind old mother, who oft would plead with me,
The last word that she gave me, was to pray to God in need,
I had two loving sisters, as fair as fair could be,
And oft beside me kneeling, they too would plead with me.

3. I did not like my fireside, I did not like my home
I had in view far rambling, and far away did roam.
I bid adieu to loved ones, to my home I said farewell,
And I landed in Chicago, in the very depths of hell.

4. It was there I took to drinking, I sinned both night and day,
But still within my bosom, a feeble voice would say,
"Oh, fare you well my loved one, may God protect my boy,
May God forever bless him, throughout his manhood joy.

5. I courted a fair young maiden, her name I will not tell,
For I should ever disgrace her, since I am doomed to hell.
It was on one beautiful evening, the stars were shining bright,
And with a fatal dagger, I bid her spirit flight.

6. So justice overtook me, you all can plainly see,
My soul is doomed forever, throughout eternity.
It's now I'm on the scaffold, my moments are not long.
You may forget the singer, but don't forget the song.

*******

alice in montana

Subject: RE: Christmas gift for Susan & Dick.
From: alison
Date: 27 Nov 98 - 01:28 AM

hi Teru,

I've put the tune for "the dear little shamrock" in another thread so it doesn't get lost in here.

slainte

alison

Subject: RE: Christmas gift for Susan & Dick.
From: Teru
Date: 27 Nov 98 - 10:40 PM

Alison, I saw the thread. Thank you so much.

Teru

Subject: Lyr/Tune Add: THE LUMBER CAMP SONG^^
From: Barbara
Date: 30 Nov 98 - 12:55 AM

Here, Dick, this one's for you. I didn't type in the extensive notes about lumbering in general, nor the description of Samuel Roberts' step dancing (apparently the kind of dancing referred to in the song). If you like that stuff, let me know and you can have it too.
Blessings,
Barbara

THE LUMBER CAMP SONG

Come all you jolly fellows and listen to my song;
It's all about the shanty boys and won't delay you long.
We're the jolliest good bunch of fellows that every you could find,
And how we spend our winter months is hurling down the pine.

At four o'clock in the morning the boss he will shout:
"Heave out my jolly teamsters; it's time to be on the route."
The teamsters they all jump up all in a frightened way:
"Where is me boots?" Where is me pants? Me socks is gone astray!"

The next gets up is the choppers, whose socks they cannot find;
They blames it on the teamsters ans swear with all their mind.
Some other man may have them on and he be standing near.
Laugh it off all with a joke and have a hearty cheer.

At six o'clock it's breakfast and ev'ry man is out.
And if a man he is not sick, he's sure to be on the route.
There's sawyers and choppers to lay the timber low;
There's swampers and loggers to drag it to and fro.

"Crack! Snack! goes my whip; I whistle and I sing;
I sit upon my double sleigh as happy as a king.
My horse is always ready, and I am never sad;
There's no one else so happy as the double-sleigher lad."

The next comes is the loader, all at the break of day:
"Load up my slide, five hundred feet; to the river drive away."
You can hear those axes ringing until the sun goes down.
"Hurrah, my boys! The day is spent. To the shanty we are boun'"

we all arrive at the shanty, cold hands and wet feet.
We there pull off our larrigans, our supper for to eat.
We sing and dance till nine o'clock, then to our bunks we climb.
Those winter months they won't be long in hurling down the pine
.

The springtime rolls around, and the boss he will say:
"Heave down your saws and axes, b'ys, and help to clear away.
The floating ice it is all gone and business is arrived;
Two hundred able-bodied men are wanted on the drive."

The springtime rolls around and glad will be the day
When folks relate unto their friends, who wander back that way.
So now my song is ended, and don't you think it's true?
But if you doubt one word of it, just ask one of our crew.

Collected from Samuel Roberts, Sally's Cove, 1920.
From Ballads and Sea Songs of Newfoundland, Greenleaf and Mansfield. 1933, 1968 reprinted.
And the tune

MIDI file: lumber.mid

Timebase: 240

TimeSig: 6/8 36 8
Tempo: 100 (600000 microsec/crotchet)
Start
0600 1 65 080 0096 0 65 064 0024 1 69 080 0192 0 69 064 0048 1 69 080 0096 0 69 064 0024 1 69 080 0192 0 69 064 0048 1 69 080 0096 0 69 064 0024 1 69 080 0288 0 69 064 0072 1 69 080 0192 0 69 064 0048 1 69 080 0096 0 69 064 0024 1 67 080 0192 0 67 064 0048 1 67 080 0096 0 67 064 0024 1 67 080 0192 0 67 064 0048 1 64 080 0096 0 64 064 0024 1 60 080 0288 0 60 064 0312 1 69 080 0096 0 69 064 0024 1 67 080 0192 0 67 064 0048 1 67 080 0096 0 67 064 0024 1 67 080 0192 0 67 064 0048 1 67 080 0096 0 67 064 0024 1 67 080 0192 0 67 064 0048 1 67 080 0096 0 67 064 0024 1 67 080 0192 0 67 064 0048 1 67 080 0096 0 67 064 0024 1 62 080 0192 0 62 064 0048 1 64 080 0096 0 64 064 0024 1 65 080 0192 0 65 064 0048 1 67 080 0096 0 67 064 0024 1 69 080 0288 0 69 064 0312 1 69 080 0048 0 69 064 0012 1 69 080 0048 0 69 064 0012 1 62 080 0192 0 62 064 0048 1 64 080 0096 0 64 064 0024 1 65 080 0192 0 65 064 0048 1 67 080 0096 0 67 064 0024 1 69 080 0192 0 69 064 0048 1 69 080 0096 0 69 064 0024 1 74 080 0192 0 74 064 0048 1 74 080 0096 0 74 064 0024 1 72 080 0096 0 72 064 0024 1 72 080 0096 0 72 064 0024 1 71 080 0096 0 71 064 0024 1 69 080 0192 0 69 064 0048 1 71 080 0096 0 71 064 0024 1 72 080 0288 0 72 064 0312 1 72 080 0096 0 72 064 0024 1 65 080 0192 0 65 064 0048 1 65 080 0096 0 65 064 0024 1 64 080 0192 0 64 064 0048 1 64 080 0096 0 64 064 0024 1 62 080 0192 0 62 064 0048 1 64 080 0096 0 64 064 0024 1 65 080 0192 0 65 064 0048 1 67 080 0096 0 67 064 0024 1 69 080 0192 0 69 064 0048 1 69 080 0096 0 69 064 0024 1 65 080 0192 0 65 064 0048 1 64 080 0096 0 64 064 0024 1 62 080 0648 0 62 064
End

This program is worth the effort of learning it.

To download the March 10 MIDItext 98 software and get instructions on how to use it click here

ABC format:

X:1
T:
M:6/8
Q:1/4=100
K:C
F6|A2AA2A|A3A2A|G2GG2E|C5A|G2GG2G|G2GG2G|
D2EF2G|A5A/2A/2|D2EF2G|A2Ad2d|ccBA2B|c5c|
F2FE2E|D2EF2G|A2AF2E|D43/8||

^^

Subject: Lyr Add: THE FURZE FIELD
From: Pete M
Date: 01 Dec 98 - 06:40 PM

When I was looking for something else the other day, I came across a book of songs I wrote down about thirty to forty years ago. I can't find the one that follows in the DT, so I thought it would could be my contribution. So far as I know its traditional by Anon and might redress the balance a bit after all the "modern" songs added recently (gripe, gripe :-)) I don't have any info on its provenance though.

THE FURZE FIELD

Oh I have a furze field my own dearest jewel
Where all my fine pheasants do fly,
And if you'll come a-shooting when shooting's in season
Then I will show you love how to proceed:
You bring your dog with you, your gun in your hand,
All loaded and primed, all at your command.
When the pheasants take flight, you must take sight,
You shoot the next moment, you're sure to be right.

Oh I have a fishpond my own dearest jewel,
Where all my fine fishes do play,
And if you'll come a-fishing when fishing's in season
Then I will show you love how to proceed:
You bring your nets with you, your rod in your hand,
Your hooks and your angles, all at your command.
When you throw in, all the fishes will play,
It's down to the bottom love, that's the right way.

Oh I have a warren my own dearest jewel,
Where all my fine rabbits do play,
And if you'll come a-ferreting when ferreting's in season
Then I will show you love how to proceed:
You bring your dog with you, your ferret in your hand,
Your spade and your nets, all at your command.
And the ferret will bolt, and the rabbits will play,
For it's down to the bottom love, that's the right way.

Oh I have a deer park my own dearest jewel,
Where all my fine deer do roam,
And if you'll come a-hunting when hunting's in season
Then I will show you love how to proceed:
You bring your dogs with you, your nag in your hand,
All saddled and bridled, all at your command.
When the deer they will prowl, and the dogs they will brawl,
It's "Gee up then Dobbin" and back they will fall.

Pete M