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Subject: Project and LyrReq: The Kipper Family
From: rob d.
Date: 24 Mar 99 - 07:08 PM

I've been collecting choice Kippers for quite some time, and maybe I'm relatively alone (witness the repeated and unanswered requests for Rustical Farmer), but I don't despair. I have already pulled out what the DigiTrad has to offer, and have transcribed many of my own, and now I hope to work towards completing the set. To whit, I give you my list:
Lyrics I don't have yet and would like to get are marked with a *

Sorry, I don't have Rusty Cold Farmer yet.


Fresh Yesterday
Kipper Family, The. 1997? Fresh Yesterday. DAMCD 020.

Uncle Tom Cobbley Can't Come
Big Musgrave (Matty Groves)
The Seven Deadly Sins
Bored of the Dance
Yes, Sir, Yes (No, John, No)
*The Old Irishman
One Drunken Maiden
My Grandfather's Cock
The Bloke Who Come Home Broke From Cromer Bingo


Since Time Immoral. Dambuster, LP DAM 005. 1985?

Not Sixteen Til Sunday
The Male Female Highwayman
The Unlaid Maid
The Cricket Match
All On the Shore - The Body
Hollow Ground (Shallow Ground)
Dido Fido
*The Village P.I.M.P.
*Poor Old Cow
*To Be a Pharmacist (A Farmer's Boy)
Adieu You Pretty Nancy
A Lightweight Dirge (A Lykewake Dirge)


In the Family Way

Walsingham Matilda (Waltzing Matilda)
Peculiar Ale (Johnson's Ale)
(Do) the Rock of Ages
*Probably Not
*We Did It Sideways
*Fowl Jimmy
Jam Tomorrow
*Yarmouth Races
*Are You Dry?
*Cheap Day Return to Hemsby
*The Punnet of Strawberries
*The Trousers In Between
*The Bonny Spotted Cuckoo
We're Norfolk and Good
Daisies Up


Ever Decreasing Cirles.Dambuster, LP DAM 012. 1985?

*Rusty Cold Farmer (Rustical Farmer)
Trunch Wassail
Losing of the Whale
Southrupps May Song
*Creeping Ivy (Creeping Jane)
*Wild Mounting Time (Wild Mountain Thyme)
*Bald General Coote
*Harvest Away
*Joan Sugarbeet (John Barleycorn)
Spencer the Wild Rover
The Poacher's Christmas


Arrest These Merry Gentlemen( list is incomplete)

Arrest These Merry Gentlemen
Twelve
Black Shag
O Little Town of Gimmingham
The Christmas Blues
Ding Dong Merrily Below
Ring Out Wild Jingle Bells
We Wish You a Merry X-Mas


Like A Rhinestone Ploughboy.Leader, LER 211SCD. 1994
{unknown}


The Crab Wars. DAMCD 017. 199?
(need all)


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Subject: Lyr Add: THE WILD MOUNTING TIME, etc. (Kipper Fam)
From: AndyG
Date: 25 Mar 99 - 05:23 AM

The Wild Mounting Time

Oh the Springtime that is coming,
And the girls are in a dither.
'Tis the Wild Mounting Time
And I am wondering whether

Do you go Lassie go
And will we go together
At the Wild Mounting Time
Or will I get Bloomin' Heather
Do you go Lassie go ?

My love is like a swan
With the lightness of a feather,
But her friend is like a goose
And they call her Bloomin'' Heather

I will build my love a Mower
And cut down that Bloomin' Heather
Then at the Wild Mounting Time
My love will be mine forever.

If my truelove she won't go
Then I surely will not bother
For at the Wild Mounting Time
I could even fancy Heather !

The Pharmacist

The sun had set behind the hill across the dreary moor,
When sickly and lame a boy there came up to a doctor's door.
Can you tell me where e'er there be one who can me assist
To cure my ills, prescribe me pills, and be a pharmacist,
And be a pharmacist ?

My fathers dead, my mother too, and I'm not too well myself,
So I'd be glad if you could spare some medicine from your shelf.
If I can stop inside your shop out of the fog and mist,
I'll work all day to earn my pay and be a pharmacist,
And be a pharmacist.

The doctors wife said, Cure the lad, he seems so pale and sick.
Yes father do, cried his daughter dear, these pills should do the trick.
Don't make him go out in the snow, I really must insist,
But let him stay and earn his pay and be a pharmacist
And be a pharmacist.

The man that was a boy is now assistant in the shop,
But at pharmacist's assistant he was not prepared to stop.
And often he'd look at the poisons book, and find there in the list,
That there's many a potion to aid his notion to be a pharmacist,
To be a pharmacist.

So that was not surprising when the poor old couple died,
Which left the boy the business and the daughter for a bride.
A knowing gleam in his eye was seen, as bride and bridegroom kissed,
Blast me, he say, now that's the way to be a pharmacist,
To be a pharmacist.

The Twenty Pound Frog

Now all on the Feast of St. Vitus,
I put on my best hat and coat.
I entered my frog for the racing,
And he went to the front from the go.

Though the rest of the field tried to catch him,
My Dandy kept one jump ahead.
He'd have led by a neck if he'd had one,
And straight for the finish he sped.

Oh Dandy he was a champion,
Mick Mackerel's a dirty old dog.
He come down the road with his natterjack toad,
And he murdered my twenty pound frog.

Well now Dandy was surely the favourite,
He looked like he'd win it with ease.
But just then he jumped on a toadstool,
And the toad didn't seem at all pleased.

Now what happened next wasn't cricket,
It wasn't a lark nor a joke.
Mick Mackerel's toad had a frog in its throat,
And Dandy had croaked his last croak.

Well I called for a stewards enquiry,
I told them my Dandy was dead.
They said in that case, he must lose second place,
Though he'd followed the toad by a head.

Well I wanted toi wallop Mick Mackerel,
But he was a bit of a bruiser.
He was six foot three high, and the same again wide,
So I decided to be a good loser.

Well Now all this had left me quite heated,
So I took off my coat and my hat.
And all the way home I felt naked,
For I'd nothing on under that.

Well I've learned me a twenty pound lesson,
And I'll not forget it don't fear.
I'll get my own back on Mick Mackerel,
I'm buying an adder next year.

The Stick of Rhubarb

Come all you fair and tender men,
I pray be always on your guard,
Beware, beware, to keep your garden fair,
And let no-one steal your rhubarb.

For rhubarb is a precious thing,
Rhubarb means all to a man,
Oh, Rhubarb in its season,
Can drive away all reason,
And when pulled it will surely come again.

Now I put my rhubarb all on show,
The judges said they'd mark my card,
Oh I won a special prize, at the North Walsham Assize,
Now my rhubarb is in for nine months hard.

In April my rhubarb springs to life,
It swells most splendidly in May,
Oh it flourishes in June, and is eagerly consumed,
But in July it withers clean away.

July is pronounced Julie

Words:Kipper Family
Tune: Kipper Family

The Kipper Family are Dick Nudds & Chris Sugden.
NB The tunes are parodies in themselves and the songs don't always scan properly if you use the obvious traditional tune.

AndyG
^^


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Subject: RE: Project and LyrReq: The Kipper Family
From: rob d.
Date: 25 Mar 99 - 12:50 PM

Oh, you are a prince among men, Andy. This list of the needy shrinks. I've also added Walsingham Matilda, so the remaining "Wanted" list is shrinking.

Andy, by the way, where do the Frog and Rhubarb songs come from. Is that this "Rhinestone" album, or is there yet another that I don't know about?

Thanks much, and anybody else, feel free to add to the list, and when tis as complete as I can make it, feel free to request copies.

rob d.


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Subject: Lyr Add: BALD GENERAL COOTE etc (Kipper Family)
From: Bev and Jerry
Date: 25 Mar 99 - 05:05 PM

BALD GENERAL COOTE

Bald General Coote that is my name
A drinking man of noble fame
With bottle and glass quite unsurpassed
But I've landed in the drink at last

CHO: I led my men with Courage bold
With Bullards Strong and Adnams Old
Napoleon Brandy and Navy Rum
But now at last to the dregs I have come

I sank them with Nelson as the rounds they flew
On the deck of the Victory he had a fair few
Some say 'twas blind courage that carried his downfall
Blind drunk is more like it as I recall

I drank at the bottle of Waterloo
A glorious victory for England too
But my only fight in that country so far
Was the fight I had to get to the bar

I fought for my country all at the Crimea
But the only crime 'ere was the price of the beer
The Light Brigade come all to grief
But we'd plenty of Brown for our relief

I was there when Lady Smith was relieved
When they brought her a drink a great sigh she did heave
The pints of beer came rolling in
And General Gordon he ordered a gin

But now my campaigs are all over I fear
My hand it do shake and my eye is not clear
And all on my stones these words you should fix
He died, dead drunk, aged twenty-six


THE RUSTY, COLD FARMER

I'm a rusty, cold farmer in a cottage well thatched
My rusty, cold cupboard is full
In my rusty, cold garden there's chickens and ducks
Ane a pig and a sheep and a bull

CHO: I brew home brewed bread and I brew home brewed cheese
I brew home brewed beer and I drink it
My rusty, cold knowledge is second to none
I don't say a lot but I think it

At four in the morning I rise from my bed
For that is the lot of the farmer
If you saw my missus then you'd understand
I call her my morning alarmer

On Monday and Tuesday I take life quite slow
On Wednesday and Thursday I slack
On Friday and Sarurday I don't do a sight
And by Sunday I'm flat on my back

In Spring that's too wet to go on the land
In Summer that's always too dry
In Autumn that's cold and the crops get the mould
And that's how we keep the prices high

There's April, there's May, there's June and July
There's August, September, October and then
November, December, January, February
And March. Then we all start again


HARVEST AWAY

Now harvest time is here, my boys, so raise a bumper do
The oats and beans and barley, oh, and to the turnips, too
Now early in the morning, oh, we rise up with the quail
A lump of greasy bacon fat and half a pint of ale

CHO: So drink, boys, drink, that is the master's brew
And if you do not drink it there'll be no more work for you

We stagger to the harvest field for to begin our labours
And carry heavy firkins each one bigger than his neighbour's
We've barely started working when we have to stop, I fear
For now that is our duty bound to drind a pint of beer

And at the hour of ten o'clock our progress is cut short
The foreman cries let to my boys, now you must drink a quart
The work is hard, the sun is hot, 'tis hard to keep your balance
Especially in the afternoon when you've had several gallons

When harvest time is over, boys, it's to the pub we'll steer
For there our master doth provide more barrels of strong beer
When closing time is here at last thawnk God we all can stop
For even if he paid us we couldn't drink another drop

Now we will have a holiday before our work's resumption
The doctor says we need the rest, we're suffering from consumption
My back is sore, my arms are stiff, my legs like lumps of lead
But all of that is nothing to the aching in my head


JOAN SUGARBEET


There were three men came out of the East
Their fortunes for to try
And these three men made a solemn vow
Joan Sugarbeet should die
They plowed, they sowed, they harrowed her in
Threw clods upon her head
And these three men made a solemn vow
Joan Sugarbeet was dead

They let her lie for a very long time
Till the rain from heaven did fall
Then little lady Joan sprung uo her head
And soon amazed them all
They let her stand till midwinter
Till she looked both flaccid and green
And little Lady Joan she grew a big bottom
And so became a queen

They hired men with hands so strong
To pull her out of bed
They cut her in half around the waist
And threw away her head
They hired men with sharp pitchforks
Who piled her by the road
But the driver he served her worse than that
For he threw her upon his load

They rolled her along and along the road
Till at Cantley they did meet
And there they made a bloody great stack
Of poor Joan Sugarbeet
They hired men with choppers so huge
To chop her into bits
And the Sugar Corporation served her worse than that
For they drowned her in a pit

Here's little Lady Joan in a china cup
And lumps all in a bowl
And little Lady Joan in the china cup
She proved the sweeter girl
For the office boy can't balance his books
Nor keep his desk so neat
And the housewife can't enjoy her cup of P. G. Tips
Without a little bit of Joan Sugarbeet
^^

HTML line breaks added. --JoeClone, 31-Jan-02.


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Subject: RE: Project and LyrReq: The Kipper Family
From: Bev and Jerry
Date: 25 Mar 99 - 05:10 PM

Sorry, we still can't quite get the hang of Java. What appears to be the second verse to each song is actually the chorus.

How do we get the return at the end of each line of the song? It looked properly formatted when we sent it.

Help!


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Subject: RE: Project and LyrReq: The Kipper Family
From: Jo Taylor
Date: 25 Mar 99 - 09:17 PM

HAHAHAHAHA. Really enjoyed that. Saw them years ago.
Bev & Jerry - not Java, HTML. For the end of a line just put a 'less than' sign (it's above the comma) then the letters br then a 'greater than' sign (above the full stop)- that is if you live in a part of the world with the same keyboard as me! I can't write it so you can see it, because it won't show...Have you got a view menu, and 'source' beneath it? Press that and see what's here:


- 3 of 'em!
Jo


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Subject: RE: Project and LyrReq: The Kipper Family
From: Bev and Jerry
Date: 26 Mar 99 - 01:17 AM

Thanks Jo.
That really helped.
Viewing the html codes was an education.
Maybe we can do better next time we post lyrics.


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Subject: RE: Project and LyrReq: The Kipper Family
From: AndyG
Date: 26 Mar 99 - 05:41 AM

Rob,
I'm pretty sure they must be from Rhinestone Ploughboy as they're not on the track lists above and I've definately transcribed them from CD.

AndyG


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Subject: RE: Project and LyrReq: The Kipper Family
From: Steve Parkes
Date: 26 Mar 99 - 08:08 AM

Bev & Jerry: have a look at this thread for tons of HTML stuff. Bookmark as I have - it's very handy.

Steve


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Subject: RE: Project and LyrReq: The Kipper Family
From: Bev and Jerry
Date: 26 Mar 99 - 01:33 PM

Thanks Steve.

Actually, we did a forum search on "html" last night and discovered this thread. Now we know all there is to know about html!!!!

Well, maybe not all there is to know but we know more than we wanted to!!!


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Subject: RE: Project and LyrReq: The Kipper Family
From: rob d.
Date: 26 Mar 99 - 05:57 PM

Well, response has been wonderful, and with a couple more I've added, the only ones left ungathered are

*The Old Irishman
*Probably Not
*We Did It Sideways
*Fowl Jimmy
*Yarmouth Races
*Are You Dry?
*Cheap Day Return to Hemsby
*The Punnet of Strawberries
*The Trousers In Between

Thanks everybody. I'll keep collecting for another week or so, and then, if anybody wants the whole kaboodle, let me know. Also, will the powers that be want to put them into DT? Lastly, does anybody have a track list for Rhinestone?

Thanks again, you all are wonderful people.

rob d.


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Subject: RE: Project and LyrReq: The Kipper Family
From: Martin _Ryan
Date: 30 Mar 99 - 11:14 AM

Great stuff!

Two questions: <[> Anyone got the original on which the Twenty pound Frog is based? I put out a request for it a while back. Even the bloody original sounds like a parody!

At recent (brilliant) festival in Donegal, I heard some guys singing ".. and the sharks they played melodeons...at the bottom of the bay!" Anyone know if there's a full version with these lines?

Regards


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Subject: RE: Project and LyrReq: The Kipper Family
From: Alan B
Date: 31 Mar 99 - 07:33 AM

Can't see them in your list, but I have on tape some Kipper Family songs:

Away day ( Gaude TE) The dodo Kippers & Bloaters (Alive, alive o) Sailor, sailor, won't you marry me?

Do you want?

Alan B


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Subject: RE: Project and LyrReq: The Kipper Family
From: rob d
Date: 31 Mar 99 - 05:22 PM

Yes, John (Alan), yes John, a thousand times yes!

Yes, Alan, I will gladly collect any and all.

Sure if somebody's got the libretto from the Crab Wars all nicely scanned in, I'd take that too.

Let's get as many choice Kippers together as we can.

Does anybody have a track list for Rhinestone Ploughboy?


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Subject: RE: Project and LyrReq: The Kipper Family
From: AndyG
Date: 01 Apr 99 - 03:54 AM

Off the top of my head, these three tracks are all I can remember from Rhinestone Ploughboy:
Cold Waily Windy Knight
Jack Onions
Folk Roots 66

I'll check up tonight if I can.

AndyG


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Subject: Lyr Add: THE DODO (Sid Kipper)
From: Alan B
Date: 01 Apr 99 - 04:13 PM

The Dodo - Sid Kipper

The dodo in the morning she fall from her nest
If she could she would surely have flowed o
She returns in the evening to take her sweet rest
Though how she ascends I am blowed o
In far off Mauritius the dodo do dwell
Half way to the far Antipodo
And if we would serve her then this I would tell
It should not be par boiled a la mode o
For if the good creature is but to keep going
Our slogan must be "Stop the bloody Dodo'ing"

How many roads must a Dodo walk down
Before you can call her a dodo
And how many seas must a white dodo sail
Before she can sleep in the road o
Ripe fruit and berries, and nuts that are nice
In the bird's stomach are stowed o
Be grateful, good people, the Dodo don't fly
For t'would danger you when she unload o
And if you should ask, on what she has dined,
the answer my friend will be blowing in the wind
And so on my tunic this message I spell:
God save the king and the Dodo as well.

This was from a series of programmes about birds in folk music which Sid did of Radio 2 about three years ago

I'll try to send you the tune if you wish, but I've no idea how to make midi tunes - any ideas?
I seem to have mislaid the tape with the others on - I'll get it onto the forum as soon as I can
Alan B
Following Jo Taylor's tip, with any luck the layout will be OK - thanks Jo


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Subject: RE: Project and LyrReq: The Kipper Family
From: George Henderson
Date: 02 Apr 99 - 10:28 AM

How come I didn't hear that one Martin??

George Henderson


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Subject: Lyr Add: ALIVE ALIVE O - AWAY DAY etc (Kipper Fam)
From: Alan B
Date: 05 Apr 99 - 02:25 PM

Found them!

After much searching, here are the other Kipper Family renditions I have. I think they were recorded at Sidmouth (where else?) not long before the sad departure of Henry Kipper. Until I cam to transcribe them I did not realise it, but I think the first verse of Alive Alive O is missing. Can anyone complete?

I also seem to remember they introduced the set (courtesy of Folk on two) by describing their recent visit to Hong Kong, where they were introduced to the audience with their name translated into Chinese - The Smoked Fish Dynasty!

As I enjoy them I have written approximately verbatim the preamble to each song. If it works you'll also be able to discover who said/sang what. Also as another contributor has said, the tune are the ones we know from the tradition, only slightly mangled to fit!

Both - black

Sid - blue

Henry - red

Enjoy

Alan B

======================================================================

Alive Alive O

1

She rambles the lanes With cures for chilblains

With plasters for corns

And drivers for piles

She'll sell you a spanner Or tune your pianner

Put lead in your pencil, and sing all the while:

Chorus

Alive Alive o

Alive Alive o

Singing Kippers & bloaters

Alive Alive Oh

2

Although I did court her, Beseeched & besought her

That all come to naught for she never replied

But them oh what folly, she fell off her trolley

And as she lay dying, these last words she sighed:

 

3

Now she has departed, this girl so stout hearted

But

Each night in Mundesley they say without fail

Her ghost wheels her trolley, with a cry melancholy

Singing kippers & bloaters, A closing down sale

 

Down sale theyer!

Applause

Sailor, sailor, won't you marry me?

I tell you what we're gonna do now, a song about a sailor. Any sailors in tonight? (silence) That's alright then, we'll be alright with this one

You know about sailors, that they spend a lot of time going to sea.

Well, of course they spent more time on the old days, with the sails & that, that was a lot slower

That right so after these sailors had been at sea for munce & munce, wi no alcohol, and no women, what did they do when they got back (pause). What did they do when they got back on shore, they went straight in the nearest pub.

They used to drink themselves silly. And when they was silly enough they used to go off and find themselves a woman, and that's what this song's all about:

Tell them about the chorus

Oh yes, its got a bit of a chorus, rather an unusual chorus cos, instead of coming after the verse, it come before the verse

Its more difficult that way, cos, if it come after the verse you know that, when the verse come to and end, that's when the chorus start. But with this one you have to work out when the verse is going to start, so you can do the chorus

It a simple chorus, it go "Oh"

It start with the chorus, so I'll start you. I'll count you in: One, two, one two three :

Oh

Sailor, sailor, will you marry me, with you smile so sunny Jim

Oh no nice girl I cannot marry you, for I have no teeth to put in

So off she went, to her grandfather's glass, and fished out some teeth , of the very highest class

And the sailor put them in

Oh

Sailor, sailor, will you marry me, with your rambling, rolling gait

Oh no nice girl I cannot marry you, for I'm one leg short of a set

So off she went, to her grandfather's table, and cut off a leg that was very, very stable

And the sailor screwed it in

Oh

Sailor, sailor, will you marry me, with your pigtail down your back

Oh no nice girl I cannot marry you, for its hair on my head that I lack

So off she went, to her grandfather's chest, and plucked him some hair of the very very best

And the sailor stuck it on

Oh

Sailor, sailor, will you marry me, with your sparkling eyes so jocular

Oh no nice girl I cannot marry you, for you see I am strictly monocular

She went to the marbles her grandfather'd lost, and brought him a bullseye of the very very best

And the sailor stuck it in

Oh

Sailor, sailor, will you marry me, with your great big marlin spike (pause)

Oh yes nice girl I'll surely marry you, for your just the kind of thing that I like.

So off they went to her grandfather's cradle, and there she discovered that this seaman was quite able

And the sailor put it in

 

The disabled seaman theyer

We'll do one more just to finish you off with, then you'd better have a little lie down hadn't you, father?

I think I could do with a little lie down, yes

I'll see what I can arrange in that department for myself too I think!

Away day

(Gaude te)

We thought we do it cos we've seen that Alastair A Anderson around from that magazine thing. Cos they don't call it folk music any more, its Roots music,

We3've been very influenced by that, but we've got a bit of a problem, cos to get on really well with the roots music, you got to sing in a foreign language, really, and father & I are a bit stuck in that department, are we.

So we asked our vicar, the vicar of St Just, we asked him what foreign languages he knew, and he said, well there's always Latin

This is what they call a Latin Motel. I don't know why

That's right, a Latin Motel. Course, being in Latin, we don't understand a word of it, but if there are any Latin people in here tonight, and they'd like to tell us what its all about, we'd be pleased, wouldn't we father

Oh yes

Its an old Latin motel, called Away day

Chorus

Away day, away day, loco in transit

Omnibus, St pancreas, away day

Away day, away day, loco in transit

Omnibus, St pancreas, away day

(Pause for laughter)

I dunt know, must be one of them latin jokes you hear about

1 Cleopatra virginae, terra incognito

in loc parentis

caesar mutlio calcutta

CH

2 Troyalus et Cressida, con Homo erectus

Strangulated hernia, coitus interruptus

CH

3 Romulus et Remus, in flagrante delicto

Honi soit qui mal y pense, Harry Belafontee

CH

3 Gina Lollobrigida, Osteo Arthritis

In vino veritas, Peter Dominicus

CH

4 Non compos mentis, continuo ad nauseam

Ad lib, et cetera, quod erat demonstrandum

CH repeat

Away day theyer!

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Subject: RE: Project and LyrReq: The Kipper Family
From: AndyG
Date: 14 Apr 99 - 04:41 AM

Sid Kipper
Like A Rhinestone Ploughboy
LERCD2115
(A Trunch Wireless Special)

The Old, Waily, Windy Knight
The Innocent Dodo
The Bodyline Collapso
The Bloody Wars
The Twenty Pound Frog
The Stack of Domies
Gobblers in the Garden
All Things are Quite Equal
The Stick of Rhubarb
Folk Roots '66
Jack Onion
The Song of the F.U.

All the above tracks are interspersed with "local radio" style intro's.

AndyG


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Subject: Lyr Add: THE INNOCENT DODO etc (Kipper Family)
From: AndyG
Date: 14 Apr 99 - 01:06 PM

The Innocent Dodo

I prithee good ladies and lordies attend
Give ear to my sorrowful load-o
By means of this ballad I now do intend
To sing you in praise of the Dodo
In far off Mauritia the dodo do dwell
Halfway to the far antipode-o
And if we would serve her then this I must tell
It should not be parboiled a la mode-o

For if the poor creature is but to keep goin'
Our slogan must be stop the bloody dodo-in'

Well the dodo in the morning she falls from her nest
If she could she would surely have flowed-o
She returns in the evening to take her sweet rest
Though how she ascends I am blowed-o
And all in her season she'll go with her mates
By them she will soon be bestrode-o
And as she may dally with seven or eight
Then 'tis clear that she risks overload-o

And as she must put up with all of this stuff
I ask dost thou not think she's suffered enough ?

Oh how many roads must a Dodo walk down
Before you can call her a dodo ?
And how many seas must a white dodo sail
Before she can sleep in the road-o ?
Ripe fruit and berries, and nuts that are nice
In the bird's stomach are stowed-o
Be grateful, good people, the Dodo don't fly
For t'would danger you when she unload-o

And if you should question on what she has dined
The answer my friend will be blowing in the wind

And so on my tunic this message I spell:
God save the king and the Dodo as well.

Gobblers in the Garden

Well when first I wed me Norfolk girl, we all went back to Trunch
To drink a toast, and cut the cake, and have a bite of lunch
Now she and I was eager to start the honeymoon
But her father made a speech which went on half the afternoon

He told me: (chorus)
Treat me daughter decent don't do her any ill
And when I go I'll leave you my smallholding in my will
I'll leave me muck heap and me silage me slurry and me swill
And all the great big gobblers in the garden

When finally he finished me eyelids felt like lead
So me and my new missus said we thought t'was time for bed
In the coach I said I thought we'd never get away from him
But when we cuddled up the driver turned round with a grin

And he said:
Chorus

He drove us to our lodgings and he said cheerio
But I finally made him realise it was him that ought to go
And soon we lay together me wife say go to town
But my ambition withered when a window-pane flew down

This voice said:
Chorus

She said you've really got to laugh but I was proper riled
I was so fed up I couldn't even raise a smile
I couldn't see the joke at all. All I saw was red
For every time we kissed he'd call from underneath the bed

And he said:
Chorus

Now we've been married seven years and we've got three young pups
Well twice he went on holiday and once we tied him up
And every hour of every day his promises we've heard
Now me and my old twelve-bore think that's time he kept his word

His words are:
Chorus

All Things Are Quite Equal

A young person was a-walking one morning in May
Met a second young person a-walking that way
Say the first of these people I have Spanish leather
And oh, 'tis my wish we were bonded together

Chorus
All things being equal our screws will be loose
What's sauce for the gander is juice for the goose

Oh the way I respond to the charms that thou hast
I just cannot tell you lest you feel harrassed
But you are so comely and so fair of face
How I long to enter your personal space

Chorus

Said the other I'm willing if you would agree
To place you above me and then underneath
To a mossy green bank these two persons did haste
And there in a meaningful way interfaced

Chorus

Both parties were eager, both parties were brisk
Both failed to insure 'gainst a third party risk
And so nine months later as I understand
A third person singular came all unplanned

Chorus

Now the first person declared without guile
For your sweet sake I would lay down my lifestyle
So these two were married like sister and brother
And over the threshold they carried each other

Chorus

Better late than never, maybe more tomorrow

AndyG


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Subject: RE: Project and LyrReq: The Kipper Family
From: Garry Gillard
Date: 05 Mar 01 - 11:52 PM

I've only just been directed to this thread by Wolfgang, after having put up a new Kippers site. There are no lyrics on mine - not yet anyway.

Garry


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Subject: RE: Project and LyrReq: The Kipper Family
From: Hollowfox
Date: 06 Mar 01 - 01:57 PM

Rob, did you know that there's a From Time Immoral songbook? I just checked Amazon.com (USA), and it's out of print, but you can probably scare one up somewhere (eBay?) Good luck.


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Subject: Lyr Add: THE TROUSERS IN BETWEEN (Kipper Family)
From: Les from Hull
Date: 06 Mar 01 - 03:29 PM

THE TROUSERS IN BETWEEN

I got married yesterday to Miss Christina Chad
A virgin fair or at least that's what I reckoned
Though later she admitted that I'm not the first she's had
And truth to tell, well neither am I second
But she's been married seven times and each time she's been true
So when I heard the wedding chimes and claimed my bride I knew
That my darling Christine would have been entirely pristine
If it wasn't for the spouses in between

Now just the other week I had to go up north
To visit some poor relatives up there
Though normally I avoid the area of course
For I find their funny accents such a wear
But when you get to know 'em they're really not that bad
With someone posh to show 'em some improvement might be had
In Cheshire and in Lytham, you might do something with 'em
If it wasn't for the scousers in between

Now a chap must keep in shape if he's going to cut a dash
And I'm a real dash cutter you can tell
You have to watch your weight if you're going to cut a dash
A swell just cannot afford to swell
But some parts of a person are not so easily seen
The parts a person perches on if you see what I mean
But with a pair of looking glasses you could see just where your arse is
If it wasn't for the trousers in between

Am I boring you?

Les

HTML line breaks added, in place of double spacing. --JoeClone, 31-Jan-02.


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Subject: RE: Project and LyrReq: The Kipper Family
From: Dita
Date: 06 Mar 01 - 03:43 PM

Rob D, could we have an update, telling us what you are still missing, as the genisis of this string is way back
love, john.


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Subject: RE: Project and LyrReq: The Kipper Family
From: Liz the Squeak
Date: 06 Mar 01 - 05:09 PM

The sharks they played melodeons possibly predates the Kippers and Manitas might know the rest of it, but he's out.

LTS


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Subject: RE: Project and LyrReq: The Kipper Family
From: GUEST
Date: 06 Mar 01 - 06:07 PM

Get hold of a copy of the Kipper Family Songbook; it may have some of the lyrics you still need


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Subject: RE: Project and LyrReq: The Kipper Family
From: GUEST,Martin Hungerford
Date: 08 Mar 02 - 06:48 AM

Is this STILL live? If so, "the sharks playing harmoniums" predates Kippers - we were singing it in 81. However, as I learnt itm there was no full song, just silly lines added to "Pleasent and Delightfull". It was not untill "Cosmic and Freaky" did the rounds that there was a ful blown parody.

Martin


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Subject: RE: Project and LyrReq: The Kipper Family
From: Snuffy
Date: 08 Mar 02 - 08:51 AM

There is also a version about a an all night session at a Morris Ring meeting which ends:

And the bastards played melodeons till the dawning of the day.

WassaiL! V


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Subject: Lyr Add: WAILY, WINDY KNIGHT (Kipper family)
From: Morticia
Date: 08 Mar 02 - 09:42 AM

WAILY, WINDY KNIGHT

Oh me 'ead, it is frozen to me 'at
The snow is driftin' down me back
I fear Iwill die of cold in fact
All in this biting wind,oh

Chorus

Let me in, Sir Jasper cried
Old Waily, windy knight
Let me in Sir Jasper cried
Here outside your window

The window that have opened wide
The ploughboy stuck his head outside
He said you're really not my type
You should try my sister LInda

He found the window where she snores
But that was on the second floor
So he's thrown pebbles, two,three, four
And the glass rained down on him, oh

Chorus

Then up the ladder he have climbed
And to her window come betimes
And he tapped upon it seven times
Crying open up your window

Well, that I will then LInda cried
And she have thrown thewindow wide
But that haveknocked the ladder aside
And he's dangling by his fingers

Chorus

Despite that wicked wind so chill
He's hauled himself up with a will
If it weren't for the ice upon the sill
He would surely have got in, oh

But down he's tumbled to the ground
And there the broken glass he found
And hehavemade a feaarful sound
Outside her grandma's window

Chorus

Grandma's hooked her window wide
To find this winded knight outside
And she have blessed the Lord on high
And she have pulled him in, oh

She closed the window with a grin
Andshe have kissed him cheek and chin
Andshe slipped in between the sheets with him
For he's frozen stiff poor thing, oh

Let me out, Sir Jasper cried
Old waily windy knight
Let me out SirJasper cried
When she opened and she took him in......oh

I have most of Sid's album's, I think and whilst, I draw the line at transcibing The Crab Wars for you, will transcibe others if you let me know what you want.


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Subject: RE: Project and LyrReq: The Kipper Family
From: GUEST,LJ from Norfolk
Date: 24 May 02 - 08:22 AM

My friend has a copy of the Time Immoral Song Book, which I currently have on loan.


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Subject: RE: Project and LyrReq: The Kipper Family
From: Mr Happy
Date: 27 May 02 - 05:45 AM

question, whatever happened to henry kipper?

i've seen the obituary notice- but when i was at priestweston at easter, after i'd performed a number of the k. family songs, the topic of henry's departure was raised.

someone said he's changed his name to henrietta

is this fact/fiction?


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Subject: RE: Project and LyrReq: The Kipper Family
From: Watson
Date: 27 May 02 - 08:46 AM

Mr Happy, Whether the name has changed or not, it's a fact that Dick Nudds (Henry) is not the man he was!


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Subject: RE: Project and LyrReq: The Kipper Family
From: Mr Happy
Date: 27 May 02 - 08:55 AM

watson,

would you care to elucidate further?


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Subject: RE: Project and LyrReq: The Kipper Family
From: Watson
Date: 27 May 02 - 09:02 AM

Well, shall I say that "Dick" is not the most appropriate name for him any more.


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Subject: RE: Project and LyrReq: The Kipper Family
From: Mr Happy
Date: 27 May 02 - 11:14 AM

why?


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Subject: RE: Project and LyrReq: The Kipper Family
From: Watson
Date: 27 May 02 - 11:19 AM

Well what did you gather from the initial revelation that Henry was now Henrietta?


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Subject: RE: Project and LyrReq: The Kipper Family
From: Mr Happy
Date: 27 May 02 - 11:34 AM

ah! so you mean he can sing on a higher plane than before


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Subject: RE: Project and LyrReq: The Kipper Family
From: Watson
Date: 27 May 02 - 11:49 AM

I don't think they used a plane - that would have been cruel in the extreme.


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Subject: RE: Project and LyrReq: The Kipper Family
From: Micca
Date: 27 May 02 - 02:17 PM

Watson, do you mean he has changed his connector from a plug to a socket????


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Subject: RE: Project and LyrReq: The Kipper Family
From: Eclipse
Date: 27 May 02 - 07:55 PM

Completely off topic here... well sort of? I?m looking for the Lyrics to The Bonny Spotted Cuckoo by the Kipper Family Thanks. -Eclipse PS: For those who were helping on the thread ?Cuckoo?s nest? Climb a tree thread.? Sorry for the cross over.


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Subject: RE: Project and LyrReq: The Kipper Family
From: Mr Happy
Date: 27 May 02 - 08:22 PM

so it's not a plane figure?


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Subject: RE: Project and LyrReq: The Kipper Family
From: GUEST,Guest
Date: 15 Jul 02 - 06:04 AM

The sharks, they played melodeons is just one bit of a parody I made up years ago - only to the refrain. The other bits are: V1 refrain: The sharks they played melodeons at the bottom of the bay V2 refrain: I must go and leave you, Nancy - FOR the girl that I adore. V3 refrain: Saying may I go along with you/No-one else is half as long as you/Saying may... etc. V4 refrain: And if ever I return again I will take you for a ride

That's not to say of course, that someone else hasn't come up with the same idea too!


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Subject: RE: Project and LyrReq: The Kipper Family
From: GUEST,Steve
Date: 15 Jul 02 - 06:06 AM

That was from me - I didn't know (Mudcat virgin) that you could just use a name....


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Subject: RE: Project and LyrReq: The Kipper Family
From: GUEST,Steve
Date: 15 Jul 02 - 06:08 AM

Incidentally, is anyone interested in my parody of 'Dido Bendigo' ?


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Subject: RE: Project and LyrReq: The Kipper Family
From: Mr Happy
Date: 15 Jul 02 - 12:21 PM

i think kipper fans would be well pleased if you stuck your dido bendigo up


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Subject: RE: Project and LyrReq: The Kipper Family
From: GUEST,Andrew
Date: 06 Aug 02 - 04:45 PM

First I would like to apologise for posting something off-topic, but I can't find anywhere else to ask. I would very much like to buy a copy of "Fresh Yesterday" or a CD of the Kippers, and I would be very grateful for any pointers.

Andrew Mole

(andrew.mole@att.net)


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Subject: RE: Project and LyrReq: The Kipper Family
From: MMario
Date: 06 Aug 02 - 04:48 PM

do a goodle search for "kipper family" CD

then take your pick.


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Subject: RE: Project and LyrReq: The Kipper Family
From: MMario
Date: 06 Aug 02 - 04:49 PM

google. sorry www.google.com


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Subject: Lyr Add: BIKER BILL AND WALTER SHAW (Kipper Family
From: Mr Happy
Date: 05 Sep 02 - 05:43 AM

BIKER BILL AND WALTER SHAW [Kipper Family]

When I've had enough of Penny,
I would call on Gillian.
I would take her for a ride,
The bonny lass all on my pillion.

Biker Bill and Walter Shaw,
Jollier lads you never saw.
Biker Bill and Walter Shaw,
Jollier lads you never saw.

When I first came to the pits,
I found me bike was all in bits.
Then along come Walter Shaw.
He's the man who tunes me Harley.

Walter's worth his weight in gold.
That's more than two hundred pounds.
He did a skid without his lid,
And now he's only half a crown.

If I had another gill,
Then Penny wouldn't ride along with me.
She hates it when I drink and drive.
She loves a man who is T. T.

Walter Shaw he had a pig.
He hit it with a shovel and it danced a jig.
Now he has been took away
By a man from the R.S.P.C.A.

HTML line breaks added. --JoeClone, 16-Sep-02.


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Subject: RE: Project and LyrReq: The Kipper Family
From: justinkipper
Date: 20 Nov 02 - 03:04 PM

hello

would anyone who has lyrics for the kipper family, and sid, be interested in contributing them to the new Trunch Trumpet on-line?

I would type them all out from the songs, but, well, wouldn't it take forever?

I think I may have trouble with copyrite also, I may have to write to Chris Sugden and ask him if it is ok to have them on the site (get permission etc)

http://www.geocities.com/trunchtrumpet

Thank you

justin


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Subject: RE: Project and LyrReq: The Kipper Family
From: Eclipse
Date: 22 Nov 02 - 01:36 PM

Justin,
   I looked at your web site - cool project. I hope you get permission to post the lyrics.
   I have been looking for the lyrics to The Bonny Spotted Cuckoo (on the album "In A Family Way"). I would be willing to spend a bit of time typing out lyrics from the Kipper family recordings I have (which are relatively limited - Since Time Immoral, and Crab Wars) in exchange.
   Thanks.
-Eclipse


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Subject: RE: Project and LyrReq: The Kipper Family
From: Mr Happy
Date: 24 Nov 02 - 09:12 AM

anyone have the words for 'we did it sideways'? please.


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Subject: Lyr Add: WE DID IT SIDEWAYS (The Kipper Family)
From: delphinium
Date: 24 Nov 02 - 02:02 PM

WE DID IT SIDEWAYS - The Kipper Family

And now – the end is nigh,
Our business soon – will be completed,
But e'er – we say good-bye,
We've this to add – so please stay seated.
Now we – have hunted crabs,
Both from the shore – and in the tide ways,
But more, much more than that,
We did it side-ways.

What is a crab – what have it got,
If not eight legs – then it is not.
What e'er its part – in the creation,
Still that is not – a true crustation.
The way to tell – is like ourselves,
They do it side-ways.

Cuz yes – I've had a few,
But then again – too few to mention,
They taste – of nought at all,
And always give – us indigestion.
So when – we near King's Lynn,
Where they are served – in funny fried ways,
We snort – please pass the port,
And do it side-ways.

Once et a meal – they give us trout,
We ate it up – and spat it out,
And though they stayed – and called us selfish,
We would not eat – what is not shellfish,
We couldn't stop – we had to hop,
But did it side-ways.

They say – a man must do,
What he must do – that's why we did it.
We always – caught the crabs,
We're proud to say – we never hid it.
We meet – young ladies sweet,
Who try to tempt – us in untried ways,
But always – love our wives,
And do it side-ways.

And now – the end have come.
spoken: And none too soon in my humble opinion.


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Subject: RE: Project and LyrReq: The Kipper Family
From: Mr Happy
Date: 24 Nov 02 - 02:57 PM

delphinium,

thanls ever so much, my collection's almost complete,

cheers,

mr h


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Subject: RE: Project and LyrReq: The Kipper Family
From: Snuffy
Date: 24 Nov 02 - 06:33 PM

GENERAL COOTE

Bald General Coote that is my name,
A drinking man of noble fame
With bottle and glass quite unsurpassed
But I've landed in the drink at last.

I led my men with Courage bold
With Bullard's Strong and Adnam's Old
Napoleon brandy and Navy rum,
But now at last to the dregs I have come.

I sank them with Nelson as the rounds they flew
On the deck of the Victory he had a fair few
Some say 'twas blind courage that caused his downfall
Blind drunk is more like it as I recall.

I drank at the battle of Waterloo
A glorious victory for England, too
But my only fight in that country so far
Was the fight I had to get to the bar.

I fought for my country all at the Crimea
But the only crime 'ere was the price of the beer
The Light Brigade come all to grief
But we'd plenty of brown for our relief.

I was there when Lady Smith was relieved
When they brought her a drink a great sigh she did heave,
The pints of beer come rolling in
And General Gordon he ordered a gin.


But now my campaigns are all over I fear
My hand it do shake and my eye is not clear
And all on my stones these words you should fix
He died, dead drunk, aged twenty-six.

BORED OF THE DANCE

As I walked down to the village hall
I met Charlie leanin' on the wall
"Why are you standin' out here, Char-lee?"
"Cause I am bored of the dance!" said he!
Dance! Dance! Whatever do they see?
In prancin' round all the time, said he
I'll leave them all to do it without me
For I am bored of the dance, said he!

I come to the dance with my girl, he said
I told her that I'd rather go to bed,
Oh yes I'm sure you would, said she,
But first you'll come and dance with me!

She said, You'll come and dance right now!
But I weren't list'nin' when the caller told us how
They "cast left," but "right" I went
They danced on, but I ended in the "Gents'!"

I drank with the Morris-men, James and John,
They drank with me as the dance went on and on,
We drank and we drank till it all went black.
It's hard to dance when you're lyin' on your back!

Oh, how she danced on the night they were wed
She danced, he drank, and then they went to bed
I'm afraid there's no more story to be told
She was too hot, and he was out cold!


BRING US IN HOT TEA

Bring us in no rum, for that's a drink for sailors
But bring us in hot tea, for that will never fail us.
So bring us in hot tea, hot tea, and bring us in hot tea
That's what the blessed ladies make, so bring us in hot tea.

Bring us in no cider, for that will send us reeling
But bring us in hot tea, Earl Gray, Ceylon or Darjeeling.

Bring us in no white wine, for that don't cure no hot thirst
But bring us in hot tea, and be sure to warm the pot first.

Bring us in no snaps, for they are made with brandy
But bring us in hot tea, and a strainer would be handy.

Bring us in no gin, for that was mother's ruin
But bring us in hot tea, and put a lump or two in.

Bring us in no home brew, we're not inclined to risk it
But bring us in hot tea, oh, and all right, just one biscuit.

We'll drink no beer at Christmas, the good book tells the tale
But bring us in hot tea, for the angels said, "no ale."


DIDDLE 'EM DARBY

Well, Darby is me name, sir.
I've travelled the country round.
I never takes a penny
When I can take a pound, singin'
I diddled 'em, Darby,
I diddled 'em all.
I diddled 'em Darby,
I diddled 'em great and small.

Well, when I kept an inn, sir
I had a merry time.
I watered all the beer, sir
And likewise with the wine, singin'

For, beer, it makes you healthy
And water makes you hale.
I did them all a kindness
By serving Adam's ale, singin'

When I kept the shop, sir
I kept me message short.
I had to keep me customers
From eating more than they ought, singin'

I charged them double prices
And kept it in the tin.
For money's the root of evil and so
I saved them all from sin, singin'

Well once I rode a stagecoach
And never paid me fare.
I jumped down from the box, sir
When we was nearly there, singin'

The horses were so tired, sir
From pullin' their heavy load
I did them all a kindness
By jumping in the road, singin'

Well, now me song is ended
And every word is true,
And if you believe me
Then I've diddled you, singin'


DOGS WHAT I HAD GOT

Well one morning last autumn I was walking my dogs
When the Duke of Wellington we did meet.
Well Bonzo and Rover, they slobbered him all over,
While Dido nearly knocked him off his feet.
Well there was....
Dido, Fido, Bonzo and Rex
Rover and Lassie and Spot
There was Butch, there was Candy
There was Patch and there was Sandy
These were the dogs what I had got.

Well don't worry sir I said,
He won't hurt you that's just
His way of saying he like you a lot.
But he took my little dog, and he kicked him in the bog
And said that's my way of showing I do not.
There was.....

Now the next dog being old, he was a trifle deaf
He couldn't hear a single word I said.
And so when I told him sit, he made an awful mess.
When I cleaned it up I shot the bugger dead.
That still left....

Now the next dog being daft, and not all the ticket
He made straight away for the river.
And there he did jump in, but the bugger couldn't swim
That's the last we saw of him forever.
There was.....

They chased a rabbit o'er the plain,
but that chased 'em back again
Which put my poor old dogs in quite a stew.
Now it's just 12 months today
Since I heard the squire say
"I should have them all put down, if I was you."
There was.....


LIGHTWEIGHT DIRGE

Our master of old have now passed away.
At peace and at rest, we may all see him lay.
We've one consolation now we are unmastered.
Until his last breath, he was a real bastard.
Every man had a good word for he,
But will not repeat it in company.

His life it was long, which made ours seem longer.
When we feed him hemlock, that just made him stronger.
When we cut off his beard, and set fire to his stubble,
He untied out cottages, and reduced them to rubble.

He was fond of animals, especially of horses.
So we pulled the plough while he went to racecourses.
He also loved children and tried without cease,
By night and by day, to make their numbers increase.

On his common land, we had grazing rights.
But you don't get fat eating grass every night.
He gave us each year a long holiday.
That came in the winter without any pay.

Now he is gone, his life is complete.
We will place a large stone at his head and his feet.
These stones are all prepared, indeed, truth to tell,
That was them falling on him that sent him to hell.


FATTY GROVES

A holiday, a holiday, and all the people dozed
Lord Ormsby's wife went into the town, but everything was closed

She couldn't get no shopping done, and so she looked around
And there she saw big Fatty Groves a-lying on the ground

"Go home, go home, you Fatty Groves, you are a drunken lout;
Go home, go home, you Fatty Groves, you shouldn't be let out."

"Oh I can't go home, and I won't go home, and I can't go home for my life
For the ring off my finger I have lost, I'll be murdered by me wife

"Well if I am quite frank with you, your wife is not at home,
For she is in my husband's bed, and she is not alone.

So as I've nothing else to do - no really not a thing -
I might as well come back with you and help you find the ring."

A servant who was standing there, just why nobody knows,
He swore his cronies they should know before the pub was closed.

And when he come to the broad millstream he did not see the plank
And in his hurry to carry the news he fell on his belly and sank.

Big Fatty and Lord Ormsby's wife they hunted high and wide,
Till Fatty fell upon his bed and she fell by his side.

Big Fatty Groves he got up to go and wash his face,
When he returned Lady Ormsby's husband lay there in his place.

Saying "Well, I like your feather bed and well, I like your sheets,
And well, to be frank, I like your wife who lies in my arms asleep.

"Stay there, stay there," said Fatty Groves, "I shall not rant and curse
For you have got the better of me and I have got the worse."

"Stout fellow," said Lady Ormsby's husband, "Taken like a man."
But in then comes Mrs. Fatty Groves and in amazement stands.

Saying "How do you like my feather bed, and how do you like my sheet
And how do you like my curtains that I got in the sale last week?"

And then up spoke Mrs. Fatty Groves, never heard to speak so cheap,
"You told me you didn't like your wife, and now with her you sleep.

Lady Ormsby's husband he jumped up and ran right out the door,
"I didn't know it was her", he cried, and was never seen no more.

Fatty fainted clean away at the closeness of the call,
The ladies picked him up, and they leant him against the wall.

They leant him up against the wall, and that was a disaster,
For Fatty weighed full twenty stone and the wall just lathe and plaster.

The wall gave way and Fatty fell, oh Fatty fell outside,
And when he came to the broad pavement he fell on his head and he died.

"A grave, a grave," the ladies cried "To bury Fatty in,
But better you make it extra large, or you won't get him all in."

"Now isn't that just typical," these ladies they did say,
"The men can be relied upon to spoil a holiday."


THE FEMALE HIGHWAYMAN

It's of a female highwayman all on a summer's day
She said a frolic I will have and dress in man's array
And I'll ride out along the lea
And hope my true love I shall see
And there I'll test his constancy
With a female highwayman.
With a female highwayman
With a female highwayman
--last two lines of verse--

And so this female highwayman has mounted on a horse
And she's rode out and there she's met her own true love, of course
"Stand and deliver sir", she said,
"Or if you don't I'll shoot you dead
Or would you rather come to bed
With a female highwayman?"

So they jogged on together till they came unto an inn
And there they called an ostler and boldly they walked in
They called for liquors of the best,
They went upstairs and got undressed
What happened next can ne'er be guessed
To the female highwayman

For she's pulled off her breeches and likewise her jacket red
She's taken off her velvet cape and lay upon the bed.
Her true love in amazement stands
It seems the end of all his plans
For she has proved to be a man
This female highwayman.

Her true love stands like one amazed and at her did stare
But when the joke he did find out he loudly did declare:
"Fear not my love, it's time to smile"
He threw his clothes down in a pile
He was a female all the while
For the female highwayman


HOLLOW GROUND

Oh I bought my wife a bread knife,
hollow ground, hollow ground.
A stainless Sheffield bread knife,
hollow ground, hollow ground.
But my missus didn't like it,

bellowed loud, bellowed loud.
She said she wouldn't take it,
bellowed loud, bellowed loud.
I felt sure she'd change her mind,

mellow down, mellow down.
And would once again prove kind,
mellow down, mellow down.
But she called me a young fool,

callow clown, callow clown.
To buy such a stupid tool,
callow clown, callow clown.
Oh the bread we have's all sliced,

narrow rounds, narrow rounds.
So should I be in a trice in
narrow rounds, narrow rounds.
Well her first blow that did pink me,

shallow wound, shallow wound
But her second blow did sink me,
shallow wound, shallow wound.
And now my wife has killed me,

gallows bound, gallows bound.
With my own good steel she filled me,
gallows bound, gallows bound.
And soon I shall be buried,

fallow ground, fallow ground.
To my grave I shall be ferried,
fallow ground, fallow ground.

Oh I bought my wife a bread knife,
hollow ground, hollow ground.
A stainless Sheffield bread knife,
hollow ground, hollow ground.


THE LOSING OF THE WHALE

In eighteen hundred and forty-six
On March the fourteenth day,
I bought myself a calendar
For we were bound away.
We sailed from tacky guano
And followed the seabird's flight,
For we were hunting whales, me boys,
At least we thought we might.

We sailed for three long days and nights
But saw no whales at all.
The mate went up the mast to look
While our captain went up the wall.

We sailed for four more days and nights
And still we had no luck;
Till a whale come up for air, me boys
And the mate cried, "Thar she suck!"

The whale she lashed her tail, me boys,
One man on deck took a glancing blow;
But not so bad as our captain
For he was wounded down below.

Now the first to throw his harpoon out
Was Valparaiso Luke.
He hit her in the tail, me boys,
But they said that was a fluke.

Now we went in with our blubber hooks
And the whale sunk down below;
We caused her for to vomit, boys,
And the mate cried, "Thar she throw!"

Now we hauled that whale on deck, me boys,
Amid many hearty cries;
But that fish it was so huge, me boys,
That our vessel did capsize.

And our captain with remorse was filled
Likewise with water too;
"I'll no more hunt the whale," he cried,
"If that's the last thing I don't do!"

"I'll never more hunt that whale," he cried,
And what's more, he was right.
For the heavy seas bore down on him
And carried him from our sight.

And soon likewise we all were drowned
None lived to tell the tale;
Not one of us survived to tell
Of how we lost that whale.


OVERSTRAND

As I was a walkin' along the seaside
Along the shore at Overstrand
I met with a body washed up by the tide
Along the shore a long time ago

I took him to Southrepps, the place he was born
And straightway to Northrepps, the place he was known

I emptied his bowels and pulled out his feet
And garnished him over with parsley so sweet.

I pulled out his toenails and likewise his teeth
And sent them to Knapton wrapped up in a leaf

I poked out his eye with a rusty old nail
And emptied his giblets out into a pail

I cut off his legs and likewise his arms
And then I chopped off all his masculine charms

I pulled out his liver, his kidneys as well
Because he was dead, as best I could tell


RIGHT UP THE MIDDLE

As I walked out one June morning;
One June morning so early.
T'was there I spied a fair pretty maid,
Just as her skirt was a rising.
With me rhubarb pie,
On the fiddle I,
Right up the middle I go,

Her stockings white her skirt was tight,
Her suspenders shone like silver.
She had a dark and a rolling eye,
And another one quite similar.

How old are you my fair pretty maid,
How old are you my honey?
I know you sort was her retort,
And I'm not sixteen till Sunday.

Will you take a man my fair pretty maid,
Will you take a man my honey bright?
She answered me most cheerfully,
I dare not but my mummy might.

So I went down to her mummy's house,
Were a red light shone so clearly.
But the girl come down and she let me in,
And I laid in her arms till the morning.

Oh soldier will you marry me,
For I will have no one else.
Oh no said I that just cannot be,
For I'm not sixteen myself.


THE UNMADE MAID

A fair young maid of seventeen I am;,
And I have never once laid with a man.
But that's not through lack of trying,
And that is why I'm sighing.
And I'll tell you all about it if I can.
So I sing oh dear, oh how can it be,
I can't find a man that will satisfy me?

Young Roger looked so handsome I could weep,
With his hair of brown and eyes of blue so deep.
At the wake I got excited,
But my lust went unrequited.
On the way back from the wake he fell asleep.

On our farm a pretty ploughboy was employed,
I made a tryst that he could not avoid.
I took him to a shady wood,
But that did me no good,
For it was other pretty ploughboys he enjoyed.

An old friar showed an interest in me charms,
And I couldn't wait till I lay in his arms.
But as he tripped to my bed,
He tripped into the well instead,
And that wasn't just his pride that came to harm.

I met a man all on the beach one day,
He had skin like silk as on the sand we lay.
But before we got to sinnin'
The tide come running in.
And he turned into a seal and swam away.

So you can see that I am still intact,
Though that's certainly not effort that I lacked.
When I've rumpled up me gown,
The men have let me down.
And I just can't do it all on my own back.


SHE FELL DOWN THE STAIRS

My young love she say to me
My mother won't mind
And my father won't care for with drink he is blind
Then she staggered against me and this she did say
Oh it will not be long love, till they're open again

Then she swayed away from me
And she fell down the stairs
And dimly I heard her crash here and crash there
The she went her way homeward just one over the eight
And like the swan of the evening She fell into the lake

Last night she came to me
Dead drunk she came in
So softly she belched, I could scarce smell the gin
Then she leaned herself on me and this she did say
Oh it will not be long love 'till they're open again


SIDEWAYS

And now the end is nigh, our business soon will be completed,
But ere we say goodbye we've this to add, so please stay seated.
For we have hunted crabs, both from the shores and in the tideways,
But more, much more than that - we did it SIDEWAYS.

What is a man? What has he got?
If not eight legs, then he is not.
Whate'er his part in the creation,
Still he is not a true crustacean.
The way to tell is like ourselves - they do it SIDEWAYS.

Courgettes - we've had a few, but then again too few to mention
They taste of nought at all, and always give us indigestion.
So when we're in King's Lynn, where they are served in funny fried ways,
We snort 'Please pass the port' - and do it SIDEWAYS.

Once at a meal they gave us trout.
We ate it up and spat it out.
And though they stared and called us selfish
We would not eat what was not shellfish.
We could not stop, we had to hop - and did it SIDEWAYS.

They say a man must do what he must do - that's why we did it.
We've always hunted crabs, we're proud to say we never hid it.
We meet young ladies sweet, who try to tempt us in untried ways
But always love our wives - and do it SIDEWAYS.

And now the end has come...


SOUTHREPPS WASSAIL SONG

All on this pleasant morning from Southrepps come we
To ask a bag of sugar to sweeten our tea.
If you can't spare a bag, then a cupfull will do.
And if you can't spare that, well, bugger you.

The master of this house in his rusty old chain
Will stamp and swear and curse and he'll bitterly complain.
He'll say he's most offended with his house we're bein' so bold,
And if he had his way, we'd be left out in the cold.

The mistress of this house with her stockings all torn
Will rant and rave and curse the very hour we were born.
And then she'll fall asleep and loudly she will snore.
And when her body is at peace we hope her soul's at war

The daughter of this house is a proper little whore,
She's had all the blokes round here, and plenty more.
And all her little children round the table do go
Until they all get dizzy and fall down on the floor.

This house and this arbour are in disrepair.
I'd live all in my pigsty as soon as I'd live there.
Your men and your maidens are rolling in the dew,
Unless they all take care, they'll go down with the flu.

Bad luck to this household, the season begun.
Where you had ten apples, may you have one.
Now we'll come no more nigh you until the next year,
And the last thing we'll do is to wish you good cheer.


TRUNCH WASSAIL SONG

Here we come a wassailing all among the leaves
That isn't very easy when they're still all on the trees

Chorus
Wassail, wassail, we'll tell you wassail
That comes in bottles brown and pale
Comes in bottles, so bring some here
And we'll have a happy new year

Let us now be thankful that the old year has departed
But there's no time for feast before another one has started

Chorus

Now the year has passed away, cast away your sins
There's lots of lovely new ones as another year begins

Chorus

Pouring cider on the apple trees seems rather wrong
We'll drink it first and then we'll water the trees before too long

Chorus

Bring food from off your table and beer from out o' your barrel
For If you don't we'll stop and sing another ancient carol


THE VILLAGE PIMP

He's a man who takes a liberated view;
If you ask him he will fix a rendezvous,
If you'd like to spend a night of unparalleled delight.
Then he'll see you right, he is the village pimp,
The village pimp, The village Pimp,
The village P_I_M_P, pimples on the pimp.

La dee dah and Fall dee rall dee ray

There are rusty cars and worn out beds and tins,
And there are piles of rubbish thrown from peoples bins,
And there are dirty magazines and a tatty pair of jeans.
That's the eyesore of the village that's the dump.
The village dump, the village dump,
The village D_U_M_P, dump the rubbish dump.

Well there's a slummocking great mawther that we know,
As she walks along she wobbles to and fro,
Like a bus she's been designed and there's another one behind.
She is what the boys all call the village rump,
The village rump, the village rump,
The village R_U_M_P, blimey what a rump.

When he hobble through the village with a stick,
He's bent almost double, He can't move to quick.
In the belfry there he dwells where he swings among the bells,
He's the village Quasimodo with the hump.
The village hump, the village hump,
The village H_U_M_P, shoulders with a hump.

If the ministry of agriculture calls,
Requesting paperwork that drives you up the walls.
Don't get tied up like spaghetti just call for the Olivetti.
Of the girl who'll help you out the village temp.
The village temp, The village temp,
The village T_E_M_P temporary temp.

Well every Christmas time we book a bar and a band,
With a woman and a pint in either hand.
Well we must look a real sensation in our improper formation,
As we dance the light fantastic at the romp.
The village romp, the village romp,
The village R_O_M_P, stomping at the romp.

Well in the back room of the pub they whisper low,
'Bout something that our bobby'd like to know,
If he knew just what they got, then he'd confiscate the lot.
There's a new supply arrived the village hemp.
The village hemp, the village hemp,
The village H_E_M_P, the dopes have got some hemp.

The other day we met a certain VIP,
Who represents us on the EEC,
He drove a limousine such as we had never seen,
And impressed us with his circumstance and pomp.
The village pomp, the village pomp,
The village Euro MP, Pomp, pomp, pomp.



THE WILD MOUNTING TIME

Oh the Springtime that is coming,
And the girls are in a dither.
'Tis the Wild Mounting Time
And I am wondering whether

Do you go Lassie go
And will we go together
At the Wild Mounting Time
Or will I get Blooming Heather
Do you go lassie go?

My love is like a swan
With the lightness of its feather,
But her friend is like a goose
And they call her Bloomin' Heather

I will build my love a mower
And cut down that Bloomin' Heather
Then at the Wild Mounting Time
My love will be mine forever

If my truelove she won't go
Then I surely will not bother
For at the Wild Mountain Time
I could even fancy Heather.


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Subject: RE: Project and LyrReq: The Kipper Family
From: *#1 PEASANT*
Date: 24 Nov 02 - 09:47 PM

I am interested in contact information concerning Kipper Family lyric publishing permission. In particular for the Trunch Wassail. Any addresses?

Conrad
cbladey@bcpl.net


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Subject: RE: Project and LyrReq: The Kipper Family
From: GUEST
Date: 25 Nov 02 - 08:15 AM

Conrad
Try

Chris Sugden
10 Perseverance Rd, Queensbury, Bradford, England BD13 1LY

But be aware that he must be a very busy fellow at the moment, trying to be Sid Kipper with his Xmas Cod Pieces and all

This is normally his merchandise / Trunch Trumpet address, not really sure what the arrangement is there.

Justin


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Subject: Lyr Add: THE BONNY SPOTTED CUCKOO
From: justinkipper
Date: 27 Nov 02 - 03:07 PM

THE BONNY SPOTTED CUCKOO
(Vocals: Ruby and P.C.Chubb)

On the 14th of May at the break of the day
With me gun on me shoulder to the woods I did stray
Pack of cards in me pocket me fiddle un all
And tucked down me trousers me long pig un all

I met a young girl with her cheeks as a rose
Says I can you tell me where the bonny black hair go
Well now, me kind Sir, I've not seen it today
But I saw it last Tuesday over Gimmingham way

Oh no, I insisted, you misunderstand
'Tis on your Cuckoo's nest that I would lay my hand
If that's Cuckoos you want, Sir, 'tis quite plain to me
That the best thing for you is to go climb a tree

My dear pretty maiden, it is surely no riddle
Just allow me to play you a tune on my fiddle
But Sir, since you have no baggage at all
Then this fiddle you play that must be wondrous small

I am sure that my wishes could fit in with yours
So may I suggest a game of all fours
Oh Sir, I'm afraid that you must be some joker
For 'tis clear that the game you desire is poker

With that the girl turned away and was gone
Leaving this young man quite clearly undone
He took out his powder his bullets as well
Then drew his ram rod and there shot himself

(Out on speech)
Well sung, Ruby
Well sung yourself, constable

dun by Justin - cheers


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Subject: RE: Project and LyrReq: The Kipper Family
From: Eclipse
Date: 27 Nov 02 - 07:49 PM

Justin,
   Thank you :) :)
-Eclipse


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Subject: Lyr Add: THE CONSTANT LIAR
From: justinkipper
Date: 03 Dec 02 - 03:10 PM

THE CONSTANT LIAR
My Johnny lies over and over
My Johnny he's lied since his youth
He says all the time that he'll leave me;
Oh how I wish that was the truth.

Take back, take back, oh take back my Johnny from me, from me;
Take back, take back, oh take back my Johnny from me.

One night as I lay on my pillow
He promised buy me a bed;
He swore that he'd give up his gambling -
He bet me a guinea he would.

Chorus

My Johnny he lies on the sofa,
He gives me a wink and a nod;
I'd have to be dead as a dodo,
Before I lie under the sod.

Chorus

My Johnny lies in in the morning,
While I take the children to school;
Then I go to work just to keep him -
So which one of us is a fool?

Chorus

My Johnny lies under the ocean,
My Johnny lies under the sea,
I just couldn't stand him no longer -
I drowned him first thing after tea.

Chorus





This was sent to me by Chris Sugden (who ever he is) for inclusion on the unoffical Trunch Trumpet


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Subject: Lyr Add: (DO THE) ROCK OF AGES
From: Les from Hull
Date: 13 Dec 02 - 02:24 PM

(DO THE) ROCK OF AGES

Mary was a groovy chick
Joseph he was really hip
But neither of these two could say
How she got in the family way

What you gonna tell your Ma?
What you gonna tell your Pa?
They didn't know what to say to them
So they boogied on down to Bethlehem

Do the Rock of Ages,
Do the Bethlehem Bop
Do the Rock of Ages,
Hurry to the Holy Hop

When they got there it sure looked bad
They could not find themselves a pad
They asked a man bur he said "Naw
There ain't no room at the coffee bar"

Now Mary said "Now dig this Clive
I'm up the spout and all that jive
He says "Hard cheese, that's the rule
But you can use the garage and they said, "Cool"

So Mary had a little kid
And I don't mean a goat if you thought I did
She wrapped that babe so small and teeny
If a yellow polka dot bikini

Three wise guys thanked their lucky star
When the found the garage by the coffee bar
"Come on Daddy-o don't be selfish
Where's the King, and we don't mean Elvis"

Well up the hill at twelve o'clock
The shepherds rocked around the flock
Then down came this Holy Roller
Says I've got the best news since Pepsi-Cola

So now all these shepherd geezers
Wanted to rock the Baby Jesus
After they'd done that for a while
They said "See you later, crocodile"

So if you want to be with it
You'll make JC a great big hit
Make him number one on your jukebox
And we'll all do the Rock of Ages Rock


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Subject: RE: Project and LyrReq: The Kipper Family
From: justinkipper
Date: 14 Dec 02 - 03:46 PM

Sorry I should attribute 'The Constant Liar' (above but one) to Sid Kipper and Chris Sugden, naughty me (don't know why there is a shop link to the orginal version of the song it is supposed to parody, but I guess ol' Mudcat knows best.
Justin


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Subject: RE: Project and LyrReq: The Kipper Family
From: Mr Happy
Date: 14 Dec 02 - 04:01 PM

anybody got words for 'good king wenceslaus- look out!'

or other traditional kipper family carols?


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Subject: RE: Project and LyrReq: The Kipper Family
From: GUEST,DaveH
Date: 21 Dec 02 - 02:07 PM

Does anyone have the lyrics to "The Poacher's Christmas" from the Kipper Family album "The Ever Decreasing Circle?"


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Subject: RE: Project and LyrReq: The Kipper Family
From: GUEST,Justin Kipper
Date: 30 Dec 02 - 01:00 PM

check the unofficial trunch trumpet
http://www.geocities.com/trunch trumpet
they lyrics are on there for the Poachers Xmas
sorry I dont have time to cut and paste as I am at work
Justin


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Subject: RE: Project and LyrReq: The Kipper Family
From: GUEST,justin kipper
Date: 31 Dec 02 - 01:28 PM

http://www.geocities.com/trunchtrumpet

sorry typed it wrong


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Subject: RE: Project and LyrReq: The Kipper Family
From: Born to be wild
Date: 14 Jan 03 - 11:42 AM

I'm trying to track down the lyrics to 'Jam Tomorrow' by the Kippers. I think I have all the verses except the first. Can anyone help please?


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Subject: RE: Project and LyrReq: The Kipper Family
From: GUEST,ClaireBear
Date: 14 Jan 03 - 12:59 PM

Thank you all for this wonderful thread and resource. Many of these are entirely new to me -- a Kipper feast!

A small correction: in Snuffy's lyrics, the "Southrepps Wassail Song" ought, I think, to be titled "the Southrepps May Song."


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Subject: RE: Project and Lyr Req: The Kipper Family
From: Dave Hanson
Date: 05 Jul 05 - 03:45 AM

Can someone remove these advertisments for poker threads by absolut421 etc.

I find the an afront to this great music website.

eric


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Subject: RE: Project and Lyr Req: The Kipper Family
From: GUEST,jacqui.c
Date: 05 Jul 05 - 10:38 AM

Anyone know where I can get hold of a copy of the Kipper Family Songbook - now sadly out of print and can't even find it on Ebay!


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Subject: RE: Project and Lyr Req: The Kipper Family
From: rogerkipper
Date: 13 Jul 07 - 03:28 PM

I've got a copy of Since Time Immoral: the Kipper Family songbook. It's up on Ebay right now!

Rog


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Subject: RE: Project and Lyr Req: The Kipper Family
From: nutty
Date: 14 Jul 07 - 07:59 AM

definitely worth trying ebay. There is a copy for sale (abe books) in the US for £140 - absolutely amazing. Obviously no one has told the bookseller that the whole thing is a send-up.

See Here


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Subject: RE: Project and Lyr Req: The Kipper Family
From: robd
Date: 07 Dec 10 - 01:19 PM

I was reminded of the fact that I meant to, ought to have, but did not fulfill my duty to give up, at the end, all of the lyrics I'd collected back in that long ago time.

And for that, I apologize. Intended to, thought I actually did -- faulty memories abound. But never got back to it, life intervened.

Never did complete all the the lyrics, nor did I ever get any of the Crab Wars transcribed. Maybe someday.

But, here are the collected song booklets as I managed to finally put together. They are all Microsoft Word. Formatted as Booklets, they are intended to be printed two sided, and they then come out as a nice little 5.5"x8.5" booklet. I also include a plain text version.

Forgive me my trespasses, and especially, my omissions:


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Subject: RE: Project and Lyr Req: The Kipper Family
From: GUEST
Date: 02 May 12 - 06:31 AM

Does anyone have a copy of the lyrics for "Day Trip to Hemsby?"


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