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10 Dec 02 - 11:24 PM (#845089) Subject: Lyr Add: A NEW CHRISTMAS SONG (from Bodleian) From: GUEST,Q The Bodleian Library, as well as being informative is ae graveyard of bad songs. Looking for songs about eating, I found this (and more): Lyr. Add: A New Christmas Song Christmas is very near arrived, Drown all sorrow, be alive, Drown all sorrow, banish grief, Boil the pudding, roast the beef. Chorus Boil the pudding, boil away, Both night and day, And have a blow out in the morning. Merrily, Cheerily, drown all care, Christmas comes but once a year, There are ducks and turkeys, Geese and greens, carriages that go by steam, Flocking up to every town; Boil the pudding and knock me down, How different now are folkses ways, To what the where in former days, For our customers did not dream, They'd cook the geese and pudding by steam. Come join me merry gentlemen, To dance the polka, and do it again, Rule Britannia like good a 'un, Pick the plums and boil the pudding, Bless you merry gentlemen, Hoping you may all live long, Old and young, great and small, Missing none but taking all, Now my song is near a close, Will it suit, do you suppose, If it will as I believe, We will sing it away till Christmas eve. By a tipsy shopkeeper?? From Bodleian Library, Harding B11(4208), pub. J. Harkness, Preston. Dated ca. 1840-1866. |
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11 Dec 02 - 02:15 AM (#845136) Subject: RE: Lyr Add: Christmas Song Failures From: Giac **LOL** I think it would be a kindness to say the author was tipsy. |
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11 Dec 02 - 01:11 PM (#845282) Subject: Lyr Add: THE SUNNY BANK / I SAW THREE SHIPS From: GUEST,Q An unsuccessful (I presume) "cover" of an older tune: THE SUNNY BANK As I sat on a sunny bank, A sunny bank, a sunny bank As I sat on a sunny bank, On Christmas Day in the morning. I spy'd three ships come sailing by, Come sailing by, come sailing by, I spy'd three ships come sailing by, On Christmas day in the morning. And who should be with these three ships, With these three ships, with these three ships, And who should be with these three ships But Joseph and his fair lady. O he did whistle, she did sing, And all the bells on earth did ring, For joy that our Saviour he was born, On Christmas day in the morning. T. Bloomer, Printer, Birmingham From Bodleian Library, Douce Adds. 137(22) Dated ca. 1821-1827 |
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11 Dec 02 - 04:09 PM (#845450) Subject: RE: Lyr Add: Christmas Song Failures From: denise:^) Well, I've never seen the verse with the "sunny banks" before, but I certainly know, "I Saw Three Ships." Not exactly what I would refer to as a "failure..." denise:^) |
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11 Dec 02 - 04:49 PM (#845482) Subject: RE: Lyr Add: Christmas Song Failures From: GUEST,Q Denise, it was the "cover" I was referring to. This anon. old carol is a general favorite, but certainly not in the form I posted here. The Bodleian is full of re-makes and steals from successful songs or what we could call the really old "golden oldies." |
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11 Dec 02 - 04:49 PM (#845484) Subject: RE: Lyr Add: Christmas Song Failures From: denise:^) Ah...! |
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11 Dec 02 - 07:34 PM (#845598) Subject: RE: Lyr Add: Christmas Song Failures From: Donuel Hey, I'll trade you a Christmas wish for some food Now bring me some figgy pudding And BRING IT RIGHT NOW! I won't go until you give me some So bring it right here. All right then...happy new year. |
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12 Dec 02 - 10:55 AM (#845925) Subject: RE: Lyr Add: Christmas Song Failures From: GUEST,Pizza 2 U then there is the Pizza song wot goes "................. Deep Pan Crisp an' Even............" no tips please. |
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20 Dec 04 - 02:43 PM (#1361681) Subject: RE: Lyr Add: Christmas Song Failures From: Joe Offer In the spirit of the season, I think this thread needs to be refreshed. -Joe Offer- |
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20 Dec 04 - 02:58 PM (#1361694) Subject: RE: Lyr Add: Christmas Song Failures From: McGrath of Harlow With the line divisions adjusted in the first verse, and a slight scansion adjustment towards the end, I think that first verse would work quite well: Merrily, Cheerily, drown all care, Christmas comes but once a year, There are ducks and turkeys, geese and greens, Carriages that go by steam, Flocking up to every town; Boil the pudding and knock me down, How different now are folkses ways, To what the where in former days, For our customers they did not dream, They'd cook the pudding and geese by steam. |