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Guy's Song Circle

20 Sep 97 - 02:45 AM (#12642)
Subject: Guy's Song Circle
From: Tim Jaques tjaques@netcom.ca

Gentlemen, we have been invited to start our own song circle. I propose songs involving whiskey/whisky (Scotch, Bourbon, Rye or Irish, neat or with spring water), tobacco (especially foul cheap cigars, smoked in bed), and the life of the single man.

No beating of New Age drums and yelling "ho!", of course, as such activities were not known to our manly forefathers who could drink a gallon of rum and slay a pod of whales before having their first pipe of the day. We beat nothing but our chests.

Tom Waits "All My Friends Are Married", while not a folk song, would certainly be a good fit for our songbook. I'd post "Bachelor's Hall", but of course, I've had too many martinis to remember the lyrics.


20 Sep 97 - 03:22 AM (#12645)
Subject: RE: Guy's Song Circle
From: Bill

Howdy Tim,

I suppose that most of the things you're wanting to see here are found in Tom Paxton's song, "Saturday Night" and since Saturday has arrived here, I'll be glad to sing it out strongly for the group (although my strongest version won't be until next week after this cold is gone). I can go for most of your ideas about this guy's circle, but I am setting up a special area for any of us guys who can't stand smoke whether from cigarettes, cigars, or pipes. Luckily Max has the technology to keep the smoke away from individuals who are bothered by it even when some crude guy blows it in his face, so we won't have to be separated by a wall.

Maybe a bit of the strong stuff, Chartreuse Verte, will help me leave these sniffles behind.

Allinkausay,
Bill


20 Sep 97 - 06:02 AM (#12646)
Subject: RE: Guy's Song Circle
From: Frank in the swamps

Superb, I couldn't resist eavesdropping on the all the old Hens, how they cackle & craw! God bless 'em, but they just ain't Guys.

A favourite of mine, with no apologies to anyone...

Old John Patrick Duffy was judge of our court,
In a small ranching town of the west.
Although he knowed nothin' about rules of the law,
For the judgin' he was one of the best.

One night in the winter a murder'd occurred,
And the blacksmith was accused of the crime.
We caught him red handed so we gave him two trials,
But the verdict was guilty each time.

Now he was the only good blacksmith we had,
And we needed to spare him his life.
So up rose old Duffy in the court like a lord,
And with these words, he ended the strife.

"I move we discharge him, we need him in town"
And he spoke up these words, which earned his renown,
“We’ve two Chinese laundrymen, everyone knows,
Why not spare the poor blacksmith, and we'll hang one of those."

Cheap cigars, cheap whiskey, but please, only GOOD beer.
Frank (swamp gas comes out my)


20 Sep 97 - 12:56 PM (#12661)
Subject: RE: Guy's Song Circle
From: dick greenhaus

Why the sudden urge for balkanization?Personally I'm a closet heterosexual who's planning on coming out; re booze, I can take it or leave it alone. If you're going to devote a virtual gathering to Temperance songs, does that me we have to set one up for drinking songs?


20 Sep 97 - 02:17 PM (#12664)
Subject: RE: Guy's Song Circle
From: Mark Pemburn

"And there's never a need to lift the seat There's nobody here but Men, men, men, men Men, men, men, men

(apolgies to Martin Mull)

Mark (the Man)


20 Sep 97 - 08:12 PM (#12691)
Subject: RE: Guy's Song Circle
From: Sharon

Careful, Mark. We may be a peekin' in every now and then.........


20 Sep 97 - 11:40 PM (#12709)
Subject: RE: Guy's Song Circle
From: Akiba

Good evening! I brought a lot of goodies from the gals (see menu in the WSC thread), and the only song I know that my wife won't let me sing in the house, or include in the family songbook: Cigareets and Whiskey. I taught it to all six of the boys and it is their unanimous favorite, but when I sang it for my one and only daughter, she turned up her tiny Vietnamese nose, rolled her eyes and asked her mother, "Mans is all PIG, right Ema?" So I guess I'll just hang out up here with the rest of the heathens, till things get friendlier back down in Ladyland. Shula hopes you like the pies.

Akiba


21 Sep 97 - 12:01 AM (#12710)
Subject: Lyr Add: O GOOD ALE THOU ART MY DARLING
From: Bruce

From 'The Banquet of Thalia', a songbook without music, p. 84, York,[1792]

O Good Ale! thou art my darling

The Landlord he looks very big
With his high-cock'd hat and powdered wig;
Methinks he looks both fair and fat,
But he may thank YOU and I for that
Chorus
For, O good Ale! thou art my darling,
Thou art my comfort night and morning.

The brewer brew'd thee in his pan,
And the tapster draws thee in his can;
So I with them will play my part,
And lodge with thee next unto my heart

And if my wife should thee dispise,
By Jove I'll beat out both her eyes!
But if she loves ME as I love THEE,
A happy couple we should be.

Thou oft hath made my friends my foes,
And often made me pawn my clothes;
And since thou art so near my nose,
Come up, my friend -- and down it goes
Chorus
For, O good Ale! thou art my darling,
Thou art my comfort night and morning.

[The Copper family sings this so you can swipe the tune.]


21 Sep 97 - 01:50 AM (#12717)
Subject: RE: Guy's Song Circle
From: Alan of Australia

OK here's a new one:-

In a song circle set up for guys
They gathered and sang all their lies
Of how when in bed
The ladies all said
They performed like Clark Kent in disguise.

Cheers,
Alan


21 Sep 97 - 02:34 AM (#12721)
Subject: RE: Guy's Song Circle
From: Joe Offer

Hey, Bill, why don't you light up, just this once? I guarantee it won't be hazardous to your health. I gave up tobacco four years ago, but these virtual smakes are really great. Here, try this funny green cigarette.....Oh, WoW!
OK, I'll settle down now, I promise....
-Joe Offer-


21 Sep 97 - 02:48 AM (#12723)
Subject: RE: Guy's Song Circle
From: Tim Jaques tjaques@netcom.ca

I'm sorry that I posted Jack Radcliffe to the thread about warnings about drink; it seems to me that Jack lived a good single man's life and it should be posted here. Had he not been forced by circumstances to seek a whaling life I'm sure he'd have stuck with the rum and the whores and risked losing the odd pair of trousers.

Bill, there is no such thing as a manly group where there is not the smell of tobacco. If you wish, you may buy decent Cubans as I do, but cigars are required. What are you to do when you are alone and drunk in bed, if you don't have a cigar handy?

Dick, it wasn't me who started this segregation of the sexes, of which I highly disapprove, but since it has been started we should finish it and get some songs posted. I know lots of women's songs but I have no business posting in that thread. I was well enough raised to stay away from where I'm not wanted.

Akiba, is this the same song that has the line "cigareets, whisky, wild women"? You sing this at home to children? I approve of this form of family life. It is good that that young boys are early trained in the old manly songs.

Alan of Oz, guys could sing similar lyrics. It works both ways. Real guys don't brag, because they couldn't care less what is said about them. Bragging is the work of boys, who drink hard lemonade and listen to hip hop.

Anyway, I post the only lyric of Bachelor's Hall that I can remember. It isn't in the database so I hope to jog the memory of one of you who can remember the whole song.

Bachelor's Hall, its always the best Be you sick drunk or sober, it's always the best No wife for to scold you, no children to bawl, O happy's the man who keeps Batchelor's Hall. And it's oh, laddie-O.


21 Sep 97 - 02:57 AM (#12725)
Subject: RE: Guy's Song Circle
From: Tim Jaques tjaques@netcom.ca

No, now that I think of it, the lyric should be:

Bachelor's Hall is always the best,
Be you sick, drunk or sober, you're always at rest,
No wife for to scold you, no children to bawl,
Oh, happy's the man who keeps Bachelor's Hall,
And its oh, oh, laddie-oh.

Do any of you remember the full set of lyrics? I ransacked my vinyl today looking for it without result.


21 Sep 97 - 04:30 AM (#12732)
Subject: RE: Guy's Song Circle
From: Bill

Joe Offer & Tim Jacques,

I have read many jokes from both of you and enjoyed them, but I would not let comments like those go in a conversation without a strong response, and so I will not do it here either. Those who think the above comments about smoking are nothing but harmless jokes may want to skip over the rest of this posting.

I was DEFINITELY bothered by your responses. Perhaps I shouldn't have said anything to begin with, thus making myself a target in a thread with this title. But I thought I had come up with a method for keeping away from that which THOROUGHLY disgusts me in a way that I cannot do in real (as opposed to virtual) public places. No, I should not try (or have forced upon me) something which makes me sick! I suppose I should have directed these responses individually rather than on the thread, but nothing on Mudcat has bothered me like this before, and so I made it public even though it may open me up for more ridicule (although I certainly hope not!).

Now the thread can continue in it's own direction, most probably without me.

Allinkausay,
Bill


21 Sep 97 - 06:53 AM (#12740)
Subject: RE: Guy's Song Circle
From: Frank in the swamps

"To my chambers" said He,

"To your chambers?" said she,

"Pray why sir?"

"For I'll have Thee" said He,

"You'll have me?" said she.

"Pray why sir?"

"For I like it" said He,

"You like it ?" said she,

"So.... do I sir."

As to you peeking Thomasinas, us real men are peeing in the creek, where the water runs both cold and deep.

Frank in the Swamps.


21 Sep 97 - 08:39 AM (#12743)
Subject: RE: Guy's Song Circle
From: Mark Pemburn

I'm somehow minded of those rousing Irish songs that I used to listen to during me hard drinkin' days. Many of them had choruses that went:

Whiskey, whiskey
Nancy
Whiskey
Nancy, Nancy
Whiskey, Oh!

This always sounded like a difficult choice being made atwixt the two -- and I'm sure I know which won.

BTW, I have heard that the word 'whiskey' derives from the Gaelic 'uisce baugh' meaning 'water of life'. There are times when I deeply believed this.

Joy of the Equinox to all,

Mark


21 Sep 97 - 02:11 PM (#12757)
Subject: RE: Guy's Song Circle
From: Shula

Dear Bill,

We are actually dedicated non-smokers, ourselves, and the only hooch in the house is for religious or culinary purposes, but THIS IS A FANTASY, so Tim can puff on his stogies, and you can breathe only the purest air, all at the same time. Someone once told me that in the Moslem version of the hereafter, everyone gets his or her OWN idea of heaven. If we embrace that concept, there's room for all, so STAY, for heaven's sake!

Dear Tim J.,

Our "boys" range from 16 to 36, and its "wild, WILD women!

Akiba


21 Sep 97 - 05:17 PM (#12771)
Subject: RE: Guy's Song Circle
From: Akiba

I guess I'll have to join this forum. I forgot to change the sender's name to mine on that last post. Though she's a great kidder, my wife was also too well reared to put her oar in other folks' water. She's never been up a tree in her life, and doesn't propose to start now, so you may all "wool-lah" ("relax" as pronounced by my daughter). I'm to tell the "guys" that if we'll just lower the basket and put up the flag when we run low on supplies, she'll endeavor to see that we are kept well-stocked with provisions.

How about as many verses as we can recall of "Three Jolly Coachmen"?

Akiba


21 Sep 97 - 06:39 PM (#12778)
Subject: RE: Guy's Song Circle
From: Earl

I think it was Groucho who said: "A woman is a woman but a cigar is a smoke."


21 Sep 97 - 10:41 PM (#12797)
Subject: RE: Guy's Song Circle
From: Sharon

Joe, watch those greenies..:You might end up sayin and doin some crazy things. Maybe I'll stick around and watch.. Might be more fun than the circle down the road..........


22 Sep 97 - 03:32 AM (#12809)
Subject: RE: Guy's Song Circle
From: Joe Offer

Sorry if I offended you, Bill. I worked on giving up cigarettes 20 years, and finally succeeded 4 years ago. I wouldn't dare take even one puff, because I sure don't want to get hooked again. Still, the craving comes back every once in a while, and I didn't see any harm in indulging in a virtual smoke. I only wanted to pretend to be wicked.
-Joe Offer-


22 Sep 97 - 03:44 AM (#12810)
Subject: RE: Guy's Song Circle
From: Bill

Howdy Joe,

It wasn't concerned about your smoking, but your suggestion that I needed to do so to be accepted that set me off in words that I didn't really want to write, but which I felt had to be said anyway.

You know what it means when I close with:

Allinkausay,
Bill


22 Sep 97 - 12:17 PM (#12827)
Subject: RE: Guy's Song Circle
From: Old Timer

I would think "Rye Whisky" fits here. It promotes the proper attitude.


22 Sep 97 - 12:38 PM (#12833)
Subject: RE: Guy's Song Circle
From: Jon W.

I won't smoke and I won't drink, but here's some blues to make y'all think:

I've got a kind-hearted woman, She'll do anything in this world for me(2x)
But these evil-hearted women, Man they will not let me be.

I love my baby, my baby don't love me
But I really love that woman, can't stand to let her be
.

Now there ain't but the one thing, give Sleepy Jon the blues
I get worried about the way you treat me, and tired of the things you do
And, oh--babe, my life don't feel the same
It breaks my heart, when you call Mister so-and-so's name
.

I got a kind hearted woman, she studies evil all the time (2x)
It's evil to kill me baby, or just to have it on your mind.

Someday, someday, I will shake your hand goodbye (2x)
Well I know you didn't love me, but won't you please tell me the reason why?

From Robert Johnson, as altered by me - I think this song sums up well the duality of feelings between a man and woman - you can't live with 'em and you can't live without 'em. And of course, any resemblance between this song and my own marriage is strictly coincidental.

My wife made me say that.


22 Sep 97 - 01:13 PM (#12836)
Subject: RE: Guy's Song Circle
From: Bert

OK, everyone join in with the actions

Swing low sweet Chariot......


22 Sep 97 - 07:08 PM (#12888)
Subject: RE: Guy's Song Circle
From: Tim Jaques tjaques@netcom.ca

No, I smoke real stogies, I'm afraid, when the mood strikes me but all of you will be happy to know I do it at home. Cubans. I am a fatalist, believing in predestination, so when I go I go. The old man was worse, and he lives yet at 79. I admit to drinking wine and beer, although I have reached an age where I prefer quality over quantity.

Irony is one of my faults, I confess, being a Canadian of English descent, and raised amongst Celts and Acadians to boot. This often gets me into trouble in the States.

Anyway, I will post a drinking song. The chorus is older than rest of the song, a form appearing in the Tudor play "Gammer Gurton's Needle". It is a lively tune to sing over one's mug, although one doubts that any real beggar ever sang it with conviction.

If any of you know of other verses, please post as I only ever learned these two and the chorus.

THE BEGGAR'S SONG

I'd just as soon be a beggar as a king,
And I'll tell you the truth for why,
A king cannot swagger nor drink like a beggar,
Nor be half as happy as I.

(Chorus)
Let the back and the sides go bare, me boys,
Let the hands and the feet go cold,
But give to the beggar boys beer enough
Whether it be new or old.

Sometimes we call at a nobleman's hall,
To beg for bread and beer,
Sometimes we are lame, sometimes we are blind,
Sometimes too deaf to hear.

(Chorus again)


22 Sep 97 - 07:29 PM (#12891)
Subject: RE: Guy's Song Circle
From: Bob Landry

Enough of that SNAG stuff. Frankly, I don't know what comes over me at times. I must confess I didn't provide enough chopsticks and it led to a certain vicarious pleasure in watching Sharon try to eat the vermicelli using the hammers from her dulciler.

Now that I've found where the Guys retired to, how about some blues: Before You Accuse Me.


22 Sep 97 - 11:07 PM (#12913)
Subject: Lyr Add: THE BOYS OF THE ISLAND
From: Tim Jaques tjaques@netcom.ca

Bill, I would not rest tonight unless I posted that I hold it against no one that he or she holds a firm opinion on a subject. Yours is against tobacco. Mine is against television. I some time ago forbad TV in my living quarters and have lived better without it.

I warrant that I will smoke no tobacco in your presence, real or virtual, if you will undertake to make no mention of television shows in mine -- or God forbid, turn one on! I have long maintained that in the unlikely event that I had children in the house I'd banish both tobacco and television as evil influences. Drinking, well, I think children should start with wine about eleven or twelve, suitably watered, but that is a different matter.

You may wander into a party or pub and complain of the smoke, but I wander in and curse the age in which I live, if there is a television present and in operation. Our lives are lived to a laugh track.

Anyway, what's a proper gathering in the tree house without a quarrel between the boys?

More to the point of the thread, I have uncovered an old lumberman's song from Prince Edward Island, allegedly traditional, though I doubt it. It is from The Prince Edward Island Music Series, Volume I. There is not much timber on PEI itself, which is mostly potato farms and enterprises funded by the federal government, but historically the Island boys and men went to work in the forests of New Brunswick and New England. (See also "Peter Emberlay", which is in the database in a somewhat corrupt version; I have at hand what is allegedly the original version though I have never heard it sung that way)

THE BOYS OF THE ISLAND

(Chorus, with which it starts)
The boys of the Island are surely good fellows,
Moonshine and women, they love them the same.
Up river it’s slavin', and sweatin', and swearin'.
And fightin' and drinkin's their downriver game.

You sporting young fellows from Prince Edward Island,
You think on your farms you are doing no good,
With your mind never easy, continually crazy,
You go off to Bangor to work in the wood.

Well a suit of new clothes is prepared for the journey,
Shiny new boots made by Sherwood or Clark,
And a fine sturdy spud bag filled up with good homespun,
Then the young Islander makes his embark.

(Repeat Chorus)

It's true, the good fellows they earn lots of money,
But the curse of old bushmen is on them also.
The money it vanished like snow in the springtime,
And back to the woods every fall they must go.

A lumberman's life is a sad meditation,
It's made up of hardships, bad luck and bad rum,
But if there's a hereafter, according to Scripture,
The worst of your days, boys, is still yet to come.

(Repeat Chorus)


22 Sep 97 - 11:51 PM (#12919)
Subject: Lyr Add: COMMODORE GALE and RAKES OF MALLOW, etc.
From: Bruce

Bacchanalian songs are a dime a dozen, but few are any good. Here are some of my favorite early ones.

Commodore Gale
Tune - Granny wale. [Granuaile]

Come boys, and before the old vessel unmoors,
Let's toss off a can to the doxies on shore;
'Tis pity to let the good liquor grow stale,
We'll knock round the Wash then, says Commodore Gale.
[Cho:] So mix it, and stir it, says Commodore Gale;
So mix it, and stir it, says Commodore Gale
'Tis pity to let the good liquor grow stale,
We'll knock round the Wash then, says Commodore Gale.

Confusion to watching and trudging the deck,
We can but at worst, have a damnable check;
Sit still then, and let all the officers rail;
We'll ride out the breeze, says Commodore Gale.
So drink and replentish, &c.

The liquor's not theirs, it is very well known,
We bought it, - and so - d--n, 'tis our own;
I'll bowze it about, till I spue like a whale;
Here's to peace, and their downfal, says Commodore Gale.
Drink, and replentish, &c.

If they were ashore, and to tip me their jaw,
My truncheon could soon make them stand in more awe,
I'd thresh 'em as farmers, do corn with a flail,
Till they cried out peccavi*, O Commodore Gale.
I'd thrash 'em and smack 'em, &c.

But thus while he swaggers, and blusters, and roars,
And brags of his bruising, and toasts all his wh--rs,
His noddle and stomach, begin both to fail,--
Here's go and turn in -- says old Commodore Gale.
Let's knock off and sleep, &c.

Then he staggered to bed, and top heavy with bub,
He piss'd in his hammock instead of the tub;
Then dreamt he was swampt, in a boat under sail,
And bale her, hoa! bale her, cries Commodore Gale.
Hoa! scoop her and bale her, &c.

Learn hence when you're drinking, ye bucks of the main,
To ne'er overballast your stomach or brain:
So with this good moral we'll stopper the tale,
And drink reformation to Commodore Gale.
Sing drink remember, &c.

* peccavi, - Latin: I have sinned, or, confession of guilt.

The song "Commodore Gale," which obviously isn't Irish, is from a songbook without music, 'The Charms of Chearfulness', London, 1781.

[The version of the following in DT has been pruned. That following is in several 18th century songbooks, sometimes, as here, with 4 verses of 8 lines, and sometimes as 8 verses of 4 lines.]

The Rakes of Mallow.

Beauing, belling, dancing, singing,
Breaking windows, damning, sinking,
Ever raking, never thinking,
Live the Rakes of Mallow.
Spending faster than it comes,
Beating Bawds and Whores and Duns,
Bacchus' true begotten sons,
Live the Rakes of Mallow.

One time nought but claret drinking,
Then like politicians thinking,
To raise the sinking-fund when sinking,
Live the Rakes of Mallow.
One time flush of money store,
Then as any poet poor,
Kissing Queens, and then a W--re,
Live the Rakes of Mallow.

When at home with dada dying,
Still for Mallow waters crying,
But when there, good claret plying,
Live the Rakes of Mallow.
Living short, but merry lives,
Going where the D---l drives,
Keeping Misses, but no Wives,
Live the Rakes of Mallow.

Racking tenants, stewards teizing,
Swiftly spending, slowly raising,
Wishing to spend all our days, in
Raking thus at Mallow.
Thus to end a raking life,
We grow sober, take a Wife,
Ever after live in strife,
Wish again for Mallow.

The True Englishman. To the tune of Shawnbree, from 'The Humours of London', n.d. (c 1770) [Tune is Sean Buidhe/ Over the Water to Charlie]

Ye Rakehells so jolly, Who hate melancholy
And love a full flask and a doxy;
Who ne'er from love's feats, Like a coward retreats,
Afraid that the harlot should pox you;
While we live till we die, to the Shakespeare let's fly,
When we shall find both in great plenty;
With the juice of the wine, Our senses refine,
And drink till the hogshead is empty.

Here Tompkins, more liquor; Zounds man! bring it quicker;
Champaigne, by all true topers courted;
Without these damn'd tricks, French brandy to mix,
But genuine neat as transported:
While thus cherry merry, Let Harris and Derry
With faces uncommon supply us;
Poll French, and Bet Weemyms, And such batter'd old brims,
Ye pimps, let them never come nigh us.

Now each joyous fellow, while thus we are mellow,
And the fumes of the grape does inspire,
While that's to be had, Let's be damnably mad,
And sling all our wigs in the fire;
Break bottles and and glasses, Bilk landlord and lasses,
What rascal our humour dare hinder?
If any presume to come into the room,
We'll throw the dog out at the window.

Like Quixote of old, As we have been told,
Let's sally in search of adventures;
Mother Dowglass we'll rout, Kick her bullies about,
And knock down the watch if he enters.
Drink and whore all our lives, Lie with other men's wives,
Debauch ev'ry damsel we hit on;
Swear and curse, and tell lies, Our religion despise,
And this is the life of a Briton.

[And now an earlier one. Version in DT - The Card Song. Here is Tom Brown's original.]

Tom Brown's Delight; OR The Good fellows Frolick

Tune of To thee Tom Brown

It was my chance to be
amongst a jovial Crew,
Who merrily did agree,
to make the ground look blue
To thee Tom Brown to thee my jovial Lad,
There's Gallants come to Town,
and money to be had.

Come let this health go round there's none we will accept
For since that we are born,
'tis fit that we be kept.
To thee Tom Brown, &

We will not troubled be,
with things of high concern,
But we will all agree,
this lesson for to learn;
To thee &

Since times a pack of Cards
to pass the time away;
And he that gets the best
so merrily he will play.
To thee Tom Brown.

The King he wins the Queen,
the Queen she wins the Knave,
And since we are good fellows
'tis Money we must have;
To thee Tom Brown

The Ten it wins the Nine
the Nine it wins the Eight,
It is in jovial mirth,
good fellows do delight.
To thee çom Brown &

The Seaven wins the Six,
the Six it wins the Five,
Then let us merry be,
if ever we mean to thrive.
To thee Tom Brown &

The Four it wins the Tray,
the Tray it wins the Duce,
Then let the cup go round,
well fil'd with Barley juice.
To thee Tom Brown

A cup of Nut-brown ale,
with Nut-meggs a toast,
We scorn for to look pale
no more then doth my Host.
To thee Tom Brown.

What need we value Wealth,
since that we have no scant,
Good ale preserves our health,
no doctors do we want.
To thee Tom Brown &

If that out hostess chide,
we'l tell her in her ear,
There is but few beside
such Guests as we be here
To thee Tom Brown &c

We are the true bred boys,
that lives upon our means
We care not for such toys
as painted whores and queans.
To thee Tom Brown &

The merry Bag-pipe we,
have sometimes for delight,
And dance so merrily
from Morning [un]to Night.
To thee Tom Brown &

If that our whores do come,
then homeward we retire
And there take thought for more
to spend when we desire.
To thee Tom Brown &c

Thus we are counted still,
Good fellows of the Town,
And all is for good will,
we bear to thee Tom Brown
To thee Tom Brown &c.

Printed for F. Coles, T. Vere, J. Wright, and J. Clarke. [1674- 1679]

At Oxford, Tom Brown extemporized a well-known translation:

I do not love thee Dr. Fell
And why it is I cannot tell,
But this I know and know full well,
I do not love thee Dr. Fell.

for which see Iona and Peter Opie's 'Oxford Dictionary of Nursery Rhymes'.


23 Sep 97 - 01:19 AM (#12931)
Subject: RE: Guy's Song Circle
From: Tim Jaques tjaques@netcom.ca

These do sound like decent drinking songs. Are they recorded by anyone?

Unlike love songs, drinking songs don't have to be very good songs or particularly intelligent in lyrics. You're supposed to sing them while drinking, and who wants complicated lyrics at a time of ale-washed wits? And who's listening attentively? Simple lyrics, a merry melody, and a repetitive chorus are easier to remember. Now love songs, those call for concentration and a lute, if anyone can still play one . . .


23 Sep 97 - 06:40 AM (#12944)
Subject: Lyr Add: SHE WAS A RUM ONE
From: Frank in the swamps

As I strolled out one clear moonlight
One clear moonlight on winter
It was there I met a fair pretty maid
And I fell in behind her.

CHO: She was a rum one/Fol the diddle di do day
But a bonny one/Fol the diddle di do.

She walked up and walked down
And I kept close behind her
And I asked of her the reason why
She couldna stepped no wider. CHO.

Go away, go away you foolish young man
And stop your foolish talking
For it does not suit young men, she said
To pick up young womens walking.

I am a clochter to my trade
My friends they call me rare-o
If you'll tell me where your trouble lies
I'll clean you nate and fair-o

My trouble lies between my thighs
And there it is abidin
It tickles me both night and day
And it keeps me from my stridin

He laid her down upon a bank
Till he provided the plaster
She jumped up upon her feet
And she walked all the faster

She's gied to me my winters beef
Besides my winters fuellin'
Far better than that she's gied to me
A stable for my stallion.

I brought two pairs of boxing gloves, any more quarrels in the house and we can indulge in another vice, Gamblin'!
Frank I.T.S.


23 Sep 97 - 02:04 PM (#12971)
Subject: RE: Guy's Song Circle
From: Akiba

Still at it I see. I propose we sing "The Very Unfortunate Man," the one about the lawyer who trusted his eyes, at his peril. It's in the DT.

Oh, yes. My wife says the basket's full of good eats, so haul away! (Since this is fantasy, you'll find the basket brimming with "manna" which, according to traditional commentary, tastes to each according to his hunger of the moment.)

Akiba


23 Sep 97 - 04:41 PM (#12991)
Subject: RE: Guy's Song Circle
From: Gay

Hello, Am trying to find lyrics to a song my father used to sing which started "All along the railroad track, waitin'in for a train...not a penny to my name. Ends with "I'm a thousand miles away from home, just a-wait'in for a train." Anyone familiar with this, please contact me at gtaber@hsc.unt.edu.


23 Sep 97 - 06:42 PM (#12995)
Subject: RE: Guy's Song Circle
From: Bruce

'Waiting for a train' by Jimmie Rodgers. Among the millions of places this can be found is in the compendium of railroad songs by Norm Cohen, 'The Long Steel Raail', p. 356.


23 Sep 97 - 09:48 PM (#12999)
Subject: RE: Guy's Song Circle
From: dick greenhaus

Gay- Try a search on [Danville Girl]

And please, if you want to ask for a song, start a new thread. And fellers--please check the database before posting lyrics here. Duplication of material makes for much lost time in perusing threads.

End of bitching.


23 Sep 97 - 11:23 PM (#13008)
Subject: RE: Guy's Song Circle
From: Timothy Jaques tjaques@netcom.ca

Dick, what was posted that was already in the database?

Tim


23 Sep 97 - 11:42 PM (#13010)
Subject: RE: Guy's Song Circle
From: Alan of Australia

Whenever Aussie boys get together & sing songs this is sure to come up:-

Show me the way to go home
Said the blonde on Bondi Beach
I lost my bikini 'bout an hour ago
And it floated out of reach
All that I have on
Is sand and sea and foam
So give me a page of the Saturday's Age
And show me the way to go home

Cheers,
Alan


24 Sep 97 - 12:17 AM (#13015)
Subject: Lyr Add: BRING IT WITH YOU WHEN YOU COME
From: Earl

Here's a song I'm sure is related to "Danville Girl" recorded by Gus Cannon's Jug Stompers:

BRING IT WITH YOU WHEN YOU COME

Played around a little town smokin' on a big cigar
Waitin' with my hand out for an empty car
Freight train come rollin' by, my wait was all in vain
Back home back home you dirty bum, catch the next freight train

Now if you want to be a little gal of mine, bring it with you when you come
Played around little town my head chuck full of rum
Can't go downtown to get a little sap
Without you sittin' in another man's lap
If you want to be a little gal of mine, bring it with you when you come


24 Sep 97 - 11:32 AM (#13051)
Subject: RE: Guy's Song Circle
From: dick greenhaus

Tim- I was thinking of Judge Patrick Duffy, She was a Rum One and (I'd have to check) Good Ale. Posting lyrics that are in the database already makes these threads extremely bulky.


24 Sep 97 - 01:38 PM (#13061)
Subject: RE: Guy's Song Circle
From: Songster

Here's the first verse of one of my favorite old curmugeon songwriter's works, and one I can't much sing around the women. I don't know if this is in the Digitrad, but 'totta be!

She's Been After Man Ever Since

by Blind Alfred Reed

God made man in His own image, and all things were going right,
But it seems that man was doomed to sin and toil.
Eve she tasted of the apple, begged till Adam took a bite,
And that put the human family to the wall.
Since man was first beguiled, woman's kept on going wild,
Causing him to get all kinds of punishments.
We may plainly understand, woman was made after man,
And she's been after man ever since!


I don't actually know the rest of it, 'cause it don't gets the chance to sing it much, nor listen to it neither!

How's that?


24 Sep 97 - 02:00 PM (#13062)
Subject: RE: Guy's Song Circle
From: Peter T.

While we are in the subject, does anyone know any songs about treehouses? Yours, Peter


24 Sep 97 - 02:18 PM (#13063)
Subject: RE: Guy's Song Circle
From: Bert

No, but didn't Phil Harris do a song called "Woodman Spare that Tree"?

Now let's sing Watermelon Wine.

TTFN, Bert


24 Sep 97 - 03:54 PM (#13069)
Subject: RE: Guy's Song Circle
From: Sheye

Peter:

It's not quite a tree house song, but there is a tree in it. Does that count?

I've been dying to taunt you fellas. I'm not a brat, really. You might have the tree house, but we've got a feast for kings, and Shula's set out the most comfy chairs that we've nestled into, sipping on the blueberry teas... Na-na.

All together, fellas:

I Don't Want to Play in Your Yard

Once there lived side by side two little maids// Used to dress just alike, hair down in braids// Blue jeans and tee-shirts, stockings of red// Little cowboy hats on each pretty head// One day a quarrel came, hot tears were shed// "You can't play in our yard", and the other said:

I don't want to play in your yard, I don't like you anymore// You'll be sorry when you see me sliding down our cellar door// You can't holler down our rainbarrel, you can't climb our apple tree// I don't want to play in your yard, If you won't be good to me.

Soon school days pass away sorrows and bliss// But love remembers yet, sealed with a kiss. (can't remember the rest of the words; something about the now adult overhearing the same squabble from the next generation.


24 Sep 97 - 04:34 PM (#13073)
Subject: RE: Guy's Song Circle
From: Peter T.

In the immortal words of my old school pal, Steverino (alas, dead in Vietnam), on the occasion of an univited visit of my sister to our treehouse (a real, splendid fortress): "Peter, we have a choice here, do we fumigate, or leave?" (We fumigated, sprinkling Coke on the floor). He had a terrible crush on my sister which never amounted to anything, and I guess never will, now. Yours, Peter


24 Sep 97 - 07:06 PM (#13082)
Subject: RE: Guy's Song Circle
From: Jon W.

Here's another blues song, done by Jimmy Johnson on Living Chicago Blues Vol 1. It's not it DT (yet).

There was Adam happy as a man could be
'til Eve start to messing with the old apple tree
Ain't that just like a woman(3x)
She'll do it every time

In our history books we have learned
That Nero fiddled while Rome burned
Ain't that...

You buy a woman clothes give her money on the side
No matter what you do she ain't never satisfied
Ain't that...

Samson thought Delilah was on the square
Til one night she clipped him for all of his hair
Ain't that...

Marie met the hungry cats standin' at the gate
Cryin' for bread, she said "let 'em eat cake"
Ain't that...


25 Sep 97 - 01:03 PM (#13176)
Subject: RE: Guy's Song Circle
From: leprechaun

One of my favorite drinking songs is Carrickfergus. Sometimes I can even remember the words.


25 Sep 97 - 05:38 PM (#13200)
Subject: RE: Guy's Song Circle
From: Whippoorwill

Drink, drink, drink, drink;
Drank, drank, drank, drank;
Drunk, drunk, drunk, drunk;
Drunk last night, and drunk the night before....

What's a good party without a chorus of The Souse Family? Somebody pass the cheese and beer nuts.


26 Sep 97 - 02:55 PM (#13255)
Subject: RE: Guy's Song Circle
From: JMike

Since we all are probably soused by now, let's try "Scotch and Soda" with a few rules:

1. No two players can use the same chords (nobody does anyway). 2. No chords which can be expressed in fewer than 3 symbols. (i.e. FM7-9/G is okay but not Am) 3. Everbody tries to ham up the ending.

Ought to be interesting...

Seriously though how bout "Hard ain't it hard". You see when I sing it when my wife is around she usually audibly contradicts it ("No, no it ain't") Some women think the damndest things are funny.....

JMike


27 Sep 97 - 07:31 AM (#13321)
Subject: RE: Guy's Song Circle
From: Frank in the swamps

JMike, That "No no it ain't" is ezakly why we oughta have our own song thread, an' I've noticed a lot of our faintly fellers have been runnin' off to the frail circle. Well let 'em! We got more room accordin' to our strength!

Let's have a copper bellied brass knucklin' brawl like "Silver Jack" just for the few of us old world MEN still left. And fer the wimmen 'n wimmenlike who wanna try pokin' their noses in the door, I'd suggest a new song, a Shel Silverstein droll called "I'm so good, I don't have to brag".

Still Cursing The Darkness (beats lightin' candles),

Frank.


29 Sep 97 - 11:43 AM (#13468)
Subject: RE: Guy's Song Circle
From: Nonie Rider

(A rude wimmin-type sneaks in the back and breaks into an Austin Lounge Lizards tune...)

I'm a man of few words,
But a few is enough;
A man don't need to talk,
He just gets up and walks
When the going gets rough.
...
So paint me on velvet,
And do not disguise
The bright silver teardrops
that you brought to these eyes.
Hang me out by the roadside
For the whole world to see--
Jesus and Elvis,
The dogs playing poker,
And Willie and me.


29 Sep 97 - 03:30 PM (#13490)
Subject: RE: Guy's Song Circle
From: Jack

JMikes rules for "Scotch & Soda" inspire me to start up "Leather-Headed Songsters" (In the DT).

Bonus points for the worst singing during the chorus.

Jack


29 Sep 97 - 08:07 PM (#13518)
Subject: RE: Guy's Song Circle
From: Cam

Whoa,

I saw a mention of Chartreuse Verte here. Although not a song it has undoubtedly moved many a Gaul and Celt to song. Cheers!

I like a little dittie sung by two (manly) French friends and I as we strolled through the Vieux Carre headed for the Big Muddy

..."Je vais pisse dans la Mississippi..." Repeat until sober.

Cam


01 Oct 97 - 12:36 PM (#13728)
Subject: RE: Guy's Song Circle
From: rob

This may be Purcel. I got it from The Robert Shaw Chorale doing "Glee club favorites". But, it sure fits your bill:

For once in our lives Let us drink to our wives Though there numbers be but small Heaven take the best And the devil take the rest And, thus we shall be rid of them all

(with apologies to the ladies)


05 Oct 97 - 12:58 AM (#13979)
Subject: Lyr Add: THE ASH GROVE
From: Akiba

Greetings and Salutations all,

I see you've all had a nap in the hammocks while I was gone. I don't think REAL MEN are supposed to throw in the towel while there is breath left in their bodies, (for singing, naturally).

My father, whose ancestry was Welsh on his father's side, passed away earlier this year. In his honor, I propose to sing, (a capella, in a sonorous, if occasionally off-key baritone), a robust and manly, and I believe, earlier, English version of "The Ashgrove", whose first verse and repeated chorus are nowhere to be found in the FOUR English versions in the DT. ( Relax, Bruce, I'm not about to sing the one about The Mayor of Bayswater's Daughter.)

Note to Dick: I believe you have the rest of this in various versions, but I couldn't find verse 1 and the chorus, which appear to have been lopped off the beginning for reasons one can scarcely imagine. Also, if anyone would like an accompaniment, there is a richer one than the one currently in the DT at: http://ingeb.org/songs/allhailt.html

THE ASH GROVE /LLWYN ONN


Melody from Wales


All hail to thee, Cambria, the land of my fathers,
I would I could make thee immortal in song.
Thy virtues the muse from thy history gathers,
Thou cradle of genius and home of the strong.

Cho.:The strains of thy minstrels were pure as thy fountains,
They hallowed thy glory, joy, sorrow and strife.
Thy proudhearted warriors have roamed o'er thy mountains,
And fought in thy valleys for freedom and life.

2. Down yonder green valley where streamlets meander,
When twilight is fading I pensively roam;
Or at the bright noontide in solitude wander
Amid the dark shades of the lonely Ash Grove.
The strains ...

3. Twas there while the blackbirds were cheerfully singing,
I first met that dear one, the joy of my heart;
Around, as for gladness, the blue-bells were ringing,
Ah, then little thought I how soon we would part.
The strains ...

4. Still glows the bright sunshine o'er valleys and mountains,
Still warbles the blackbird its note from the tree;
Still trembles the moonbeam on streamlet and fountain,
But what are the beauties of nature to me?
The strains ...

5. With sorrow, deep sorrow, my bosom is laden,
All day I go mourning in search of my love.
Ye echoes, O tell me, where is the sweet maiden?
"She sleeps 'neath the green turf down by the Ash Grove."
The strains ...

6. The ash grove, how graceful, how plainly tis speaking,
The harp wind through it playing has language for me.
Whenever the light through its branches is breaking
A host of kind faces is gazing on me.
The strains ...

7. The friends of my childhood again are before me,
Each step wakes a memory as freely I roam.
With soft whispers laden its leaves rustle o'er me,
The ash grove, the ash grove again alone is my home.
The strains ...

8. My laughter is over, my step loses lightness,
Old countryside measures steal soft on my ears;
I only remember the past and its brightness,
The dear ones I mourn for again gather here.
The strains ...

9. From out of the shadows their loving looks greet me,
And wistfully searching the leafy green dome,
I find other faces fond bending to greet me,
The ash grove, the ash grove alone is my home.
The strains ...

BTW, I brought some blackberry wine, some homemade raisin Challah, fresh-churned butter, wildflower honey, apples, pears and sweet cider, as well as plenty of good hot joe to get us back on our feet -- and because for us it's a new year.

L'Chaim!

Akiba


05 Oct 97 - 06:18 AM (#13983)
Subject: RE: Guy's Song Circle
From: Jem

Alan of Oz,

what´s the melody, your Blondie-of-Bondi-Beach-Song is sung to ?


05 Oct 97 - 10:05 AM (#13987)
Subject: RE: Guy's Song Circle
From: Shay

Pardon if I'm cliche', but I think "All for Me Grog" is very apt. Although I'll not mess myself with the smoking debate, I'm happy you're all here. During my gigs I have song lists out in the crowd, but some of the tunes I've yet to find an author for...

So, rather than look the gobshite, I thought I toss some out and see if anyone has the golden answers... Carrickfergus. Who wrote this tune? Rose of Allendale ??? I'll let go with these..though there are others... Also, I'm looking for some cultural notes on some tunes...


30 Sep 00 - 01:38 AM (#308820)
Subject: RE: Guy's Song Circle
From: GUEST,Petunia

Kind-hearted woman is a great blues song!