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09 Jul 07 - 02:19 PM (#2097905) Subject: lyrics required(courting in the country) From: GUEST,crocket8 i am looking for the lyrics of a song ,i believe is called courting in the country,it is sung to the tune of a big kilmarnock bunnet,if anyone can help i would be very grateful. the chorus has something about a bloke called dan a great big handsome man a mans a man for a' that in the country. thats all i can remember. |
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09 Jul 07 - 11:46 PM (#2098350) Subject: RE: lyrics required(courting in the country) From: Celtaddict Welcome, Crocket8. Do you have any more information? Did you hear it on a recording, or in a concert? Do you remember who sang it? Or where or when? Man, woman, group? Accent? This is a pretty knowledgeable and wide scattered group. If you have more information, there is reason to hope someone will know it! |
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10 Jul 07 - 03:16 PM (#2098998) Subject: RE: lyrics required(courting in the country) From: GUEST,crocket8 i heard it sung in the north east of scotland but the lady i heard singing it has since sadly passed away, i have asked around the usual people including this persons family but so far to no avail, i have been told it was a true story and other people know the song but don't know the lyrics which is all very frustrating but i'll keep trying . cheers |
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16 Jul 07 - 07:51 PM (#2104673) Subject: RE: lyrics required(courting in the country) From: Celtaddict refresh |
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15 Dec 07 - 01:43 PM (#2216009) Subject: Lyr Add: COURTIN' IN THE COUNTRY (H. E. McBride) From: Jim Dixon I'm not familiar with the tune of MY BIG KILMARNOCK BONNET, but I see that this poem has a similar metrical structure. Both have extra syllables in the last line of each verse, although this one has a lot more, no doubt for humorous effect. Do you think it could be made to fit the tune? I'm not even sure it was meant to be sung. From One Hundred Choice Selections in Poetry and Prose: Both New and Old … by Nathaniel Kirk Richardson, 1866: COURTIN' IN THE COUNTRY. —By H. Elliot McBride. ZEKIEL gets the "chores" done. He feeds the hens and pigs, Tends to the cows and calves, Then he gets on his "rigs." Young tow-heads around him Shouting to the old 'un, Saying they'll bet a cent That Zeke's gettin' on his Sunday go-to-meetin's just to go a-holdin'. Zeke marches to the place. He knocks and hears "Come in!" They're all glad to see him. They take his shawl and pin. Zeke, after looking round, Squats on the proffered seat. He hasn't much to say, Consequently he doesn't say much, but all the time he keeps a-lookin' at his feet. The old gentleman talks Of horses and the crops, And the old lady asks About his mother's hops. She also friendly asks What butter they have churned? Zekiel gets uneasy, And he mentally ejaculates: "Hops, butter and things be derned!" Old folks keep a-talkin'. Crickets keep a-buzzin'. Sally looks at Zekiel. Zekiel keeps a-fussin'. Sally thinks it's bedtime, And Zekiel thinks so too, And old folks seem tickled, And keep a-looking at each other, and then at Zekie and Sally, as if they knew a thing or two. The old man pulls his boots And travels off to bed. The old lady's yawning And tying up her head. Zekiel's feeling tickled, Feeling kinder funny. He thinks the time has come For him to pop the question, get a wife, and commence a-layin' up the money. Now the old folks are gone, But Sal is still knittin'. Zeke fidgets all around And steps on a kitten. She asks him, why so mum? And Zekiel hems and haws. He gives an awful cough, Then he crosses his legs, then he uncrosses them, and then he says, "Because!" Zekiel clears his throat, Then hitches up his chair. Sally looks slantin'-like As if she didn't care. Zeke clears his throat again, Again hitches near, And Sal, the little pet, After knitting to the "middle of the needle," lays away her stocking and looks as if she wouldn't "skeer." Zeke at once "pitched right in," Flung his arms around her, Said that she must be his; She'd not get a sounder. Zeke kept a-holdin' on And swore his fate he'd know, While Sal could but utter, "Zeke Jones, I'll tell you what it is. I can't stand it, and I won't let you hug me so!" But Zeke vowed and declared, By all things good and bad, He never would "leave go,' Till an answer he had. He declared he loved her, And his love was growin'. She modestly replied, "Zeke Jones, I would like mighty well to believe you, but I'm most awfully afraid you're blowin'!" "I'll be dogged if I am!" Shouts Zekiel, all in joy. "Do you think I would lie— Think I'm a lyin' boy? Oh, won't you have me, Sal? I'll tell you what it is— If you won't have me, Sal, I'll go right off to the wars, and some day there will a big cannon ball come along and take off my head cher-biz!" "Oh, yes, I'll have you, Zeke; Can't let you go away, But, Zeke, you'll have to see What pa and ma will say." When Zeke this answer got, He trotted off "to hum," And tickled was so much, He couldn't sleep a wink that night, without dreaming of the good time to come. |