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16 Aug 04 - 08:26 AM (#1248589) Subject: the old cracked basin From: fleabag hope I am doing this right I am looking for a song/poem with the line in it "..all that he left me was the old cracked basin that we peeled the taters in.." has anyone ever heard of this. It is apparently about a wife whose husband has left and taken everything they owned but the old basin. It sounded to me like an old folk song and my friend said her mother used to sing it to her when she was growing up. Anyone??? Thanks F |
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17 Aug 04 - 03:24 AM (#1249160) Subject: RE: the old cracked basin From: Rt Revd Sir jOhn from Hull refresh |
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17 Aug 04 - 07:22 AM (#1249271) Subject: RE: the old cracked basin From: fleabag I don't understand |
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17 Aug 04 - 09:04 AM (#1249315) Subject: RE: the old cracked basin From: Greyeyes fleabag, the thread was dropping off the bottom of the page so Sir jOhn posted a blank reply to put it back at the top again. It's known as refreshing a thread, to give as many people as possible the chance to notice it and hopefully respond. |
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18 Aug 04 - 06:52 AM (#1250190) Subject: RE: Lyr Req: the old cracked basin From: The Fooles Troupe .. and another try... but who knows - sometimes somebody even puts in an answer some years after the original request - so while the thread exists, there is hope of an answer. |
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18 Aug 04 - 06:59 AM (#1250192) Subject: RE: Lyr Req: the old cracked basin From: fleabag thank you! You are all lovely to help - I will check back again regularly |
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21 Aug 04 - 06:19 PM (#1253077) Subject: RE: Lyr Req: the old cracked basin From: Jim Dixon THE OLD CRACKED BASIN is listed at amazon.co.uk. At least the ad contains the information that the song was written by T. W. Connor and published by Francis, Day & Hunter in 1907. |
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21 Aug 04 - 06:20 PM (#1253079) Subject: RE: Lyr Req: the old cracked basin From: Jim Dixon reviewindex.co.uk tells me that T. W. Connor also wrote these songs: (This may be a useful resource!) "Scapegrace" Brother Jack A Bunch of Shamrock A Little Bit of Cucumber A Night In A Sweet Little Womanly Woman After All the Shouting All for Father's Sake All of a Sudden He Stopped All on the Nod All Over the Shop And His Day's Work Was Done Angels' Eyes Another Little "Bird" Anywhere Does for Me! As on Their Wedding Day At My Time o' Life! Beautiful Home - "On Hire" Bertie Come Round and Hear the Gramophone! Come with Me in My Caravan Couldn't Help It - Had To Don't Forget To-Night 'E'd Come a Long Way to Oblige 'E's Allus Got a Cert Father Keeps On Doing It! Father Went Down to Southend! Frozen Meat Good Night, Nurse! Good-Bye, Polly Happy Land Has Anybody Seen Our Cat? Having a "Liker" He Had a Little "Drop" He Was "One of the Boys" He's a Pal! He's Gone Where the Coals Are Cheaper He's Got to Keep A-Movin' He's Not Dead Yet His Own Mother Wouldn't Know Him Now I Can't Change It! I Do It for Him Now! I Finish 'Em Off! I Love Two Little Girls! I Must Have a Day Off for That I Thought It Was My Birthday Come If I Hadn't Ha' Been So Shy I'm Going to Ride a Bicycle I'm One of the Jays I'm the Airy Fairy In Ballyhooly It's a Nice Little Cosy Kitchen It's a Poor Heart That Never Rejoices It's Only Once a Year I've Been Sleeping on the Floor All Night Knocked Him - In Once Left - Right! Let 'Em All Come Let's Be Jubilant! Look at the Money You Save Love's Golden Dream Up to Date Now We Sha'n't Be Long! Oh, Nancy Lee! Oh, What a Change in the Weather Oh, "Tit Bits"! Oh, the Business! Old Dicky Bird On the Esplanade One, Two, Three One's Enough Only Think of It! Popping 'Em into Me Postponed Puss! Puss! Puss! Put a Bit of Salt on His Tail Ready! Riley Did It! Sailing Merrily On! Sally O'Malley She Don't Want a Maid to Dress Her Hair She's Just As Much My Sweetheart Now Sisters and Brothers So Does Father! Soap! Strolling in the Garden Study Those Who Study You Sunday at Home Sweet Norah Grady Te-Um-Te-Iddley-Ay! Thank You, for Those Few Nuts! That's As Far As I Want to Go! That's the Cutting Part That's the Time to Go That's Where I Come In! The Bally Bull-Dog The Boys That Do the Fighting The Convict and the Bird The Fly and the Treacle-Pot The Girl with the "Rooster" in Her Hat! The Goose and the Golden Eggs The Man Was a Stranger to Me The Old Cracked Basin The Place They Call the "Lump" The Soldier's Farewell The Treasure Ship Then We Parted! There's a Nice How-D'ye-Do! There's a Pair of Bright Blue Eyes There's Another Insurance Claim There's Another One Out o' Work They All Take After Me They Can't Diddle Me! They Made Such a Fuss of Me! They Soon Made an Angel of Him There They'll Want Me Later On Think of the Wives and Children Tickle-Ickle-Um Till Pay-Day Comes Again Turn on the Water! Under the Mistletoe-Bough We All Went Home Again We Didn't Go Home at All We Never Have an Angry Word We Used to Gather at the Old Dun Cow We've All Been Doing a Bit What a Diff'rence When Your Ship Comes Home! What Do You Do with Your Money? What Paddy Gave the Drum When I Dreamed I Was Santa Claus When I Got Up This Morning Who's Going to Mash Me To-Night! |
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22 Aug 04 - 05:19 AM (#1253317) Subject: RE: Lyr Req: the old cracked basin From: fleabag Jim Dixon you are truly a gentleman and a scholar!! Thank you I now have some focus to my search |
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26 Aug 04 - 08:53 AM (#1257234) Subject: RE: Lyr Req: the old cracked basin From: fleabag I have been thinking that this music might "old time music hall" style - does anyone know of a website (like this one) for fans of that type of stuff?? |
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02 Apr 05 - 12:03 PM (#1450100) Subject: RE: Lyr Req: the old cracked basin From: GUEST,conrana@btinternet.com Father Keeps On Doing it Anyone know the full lyrics? "Mother" |
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07 Aug 10 - 09:53 AM (#2960033) Subject: RE: Lyr Req: The Old Cracked Basin (T W Connor) From: GUEST,homesick It's been a long time, do you still want the lyrics to this song? |
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10 Aug 10 - 03:49 AM (#2961769) Subject: RE: Lyr Req: The Old Cracked Basin (T W Connor) From: GUEST,homesick I came across this thread while I was searching, unsuccessfully, for a recording of "The Old Cracked Basin" for my eighty nine year old uncle. He does, however, remember quite a lot of the words, so here they are; "The Old Cracked Basin" You never miss a good thing till you lose it, so I'm told, She'll miss me in the winter when her feet are nice and cold. ............ I'm leaving my old woman, we've been sharing out the home, She's got the table and the old armchair, the three legged sofa that we used to share, She's got the kettle and the coffee pot, the cups and saucers and the old whatnot, All our happy little home sweet home, she even took the rolling pin, All she's left me is the old cracked basin that we strained the taters in. |
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16 Aug 10 - 07:23 PM (#2966734) Subject: RE: Lyr Req: The Old Cracked Basin (T W Connor) From: Jim Dixon WorldCat.com says that both the British Library and Oxford University have the sheet music. Furthermore, it gives this description: THE OLD CRACKED BASIN Written and composed by T. W. Connor; sung by Harry Randall. London: Francis, Day and Hunter, ©1907. First line: "It isn't help, but sympathy." First line of chorus: "He's got the table and the old arm chair." |
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17 Aug 10 - 06:50 PM (#2967469) Subject: RE: Lyr Req: The Old Cracked Basin (T W Connor) From: McGrath of Harlow Some pretty good songs in that list Jim Dixon gave us - but the link doesn't work, for me anyway. One song TW Connor wrote that isn't in the list, but which is still very much alive, was "She was one of the early birds" |
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17 Aug 10 - 06:59 PM (#2967477) Subject: Lyr Add: LIMEHOUSE LIZ (OF LAMBETH) (T W Connor) From: McGrath of Harlow And here's a monologue by TW Connor I just came across here: Limehouse Liz (Of Lambeth) She was only a farmer's daughter, Dressed in a cotton gown. One day she grew tired of cowslips And ran up to London Town. She packed her little belongings. She might have had one or two more If she hadn't gone Pillion-riding And lost 'em the night before. All the village turned out to find her. The Farmer made terrible vows And "carried on" almost as much As if he'd lost one of his cows. And lured by the Lights of London She wandered "Up the West" With no one to guide her footsteps Tho' a policeman did his best. "Big Ben" was striking "closing time", The Lights of London glowing As she trudged along the "Embankment" It was summer time—and snowing And there she met the "Stranger" That so many young girls meet; She was sleeping on the Embankment, And he was under the seat. "Men were deceivers—ever" And he made up his mind to "click" She thought he was Dick Whittington Whereas he was "Dirty Dick" And he showed her the way to the Night Clubs Introduced her to bald-headed swells! Who drank—at the fountains in Trafalgar Square, And dined at the Gutter Hotels. She could hear the corks a'popping And had a peculiar feeling, She'd only to close her eyes, and she Was walking on the ceiling! And he showered diamonds on her And not one was a dud And all he'd say—"If you don't like this— Don't drop it in the mud." One round of pleasure and squandering —For to-morrow, he had no fears. He was wallowing in money— He'd been "On the dole" for years! And he mixed with men of rank—and smell, Hobnobbed with the great and the small of 'em; They had the rank, but what did he care, He owed more money than all of 'em. "He gambled" in Stock Shares—and Peanuts, For he was a hell of a "sport" Never away from the Dirt-track Except to "appear at Court"! They lived in the lap of luxury They did nothing else but lap, And when the last bottle was lapped up She tried to come at the "tap". But he'd got no more Coupons to give her And that night he "showed her the door", But he needn't have troubled to do that He'd shown her so often—before. Then she drifted down to China Town —And you all Know where that is— Where slit-eyed chinks take "40 winks" And she's known as "Limehouse Liz". And she lives on "dope" and Tarry-rope, She'd never have started the racket But one day she went for a charabanc ride And "One Lung" gave her a packet. And One Lung Chew, makes eyes at her too, Her pain—he longs to ease it, Tho' he's One Lung Chew and got one eye too He knows a good thing when he sees it! The girl who once had cow-men And clod-hoppers at her feet! Even the Squire had got off his horse To show her his County seat! And she thought of the country garden She could smell the new-mown hay, She could smell the dear old cow-shed All those miles away! That night she went back to her old haunts And there—at the cock-tail bar— Some gentlemen recognised her —And took her away in a car. And they listened to her story, All she had to tell. And she's had her photo taken, Her "Finger Prints" as well. And tho' for a time they're far apart This comfort she can borrow, She'll soon see some of her friends again For it's "visiting day" to-morrow. But how she does miss her eldest son. For he had a heart of gold, But he would sleep with his mother— He was only six months old. |
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17 Oct 11 - 11:11 AM (#3240249) Subject: RE: Lyr Req: The Old Cracked Basin (T W Connor) From: GUEST Thank you all - this is great :) |
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06 Jan 12 - 03:05 AM (#3285686) Subject: RE: Lyr Req: The Old Cracked Basin (T W Connor) From: GUEST,Manfred Roxon I've just found a 78 rpm recording of this song by Arthur Gilbert using his alias Johnny Wakefield recorded in 1907. |
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14 Sep 12 - 09:17 PM (#3404872) Subject: RE: Lyr Req: The Old Cracked Basin (T W Connor) From: GUEST,999 http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kLFGq9GKG4o You can hear the 78 mentioned by Manfred Roxon on YouTube at that link. |
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18 Jul 13 - 08:19 PM (#3539132) Subject: RE: Lyr Req: The Old Cracked Basin (T W Connor) From: GUEST,gartman here is is on youtube, the old cracked basin: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kLFGq9GKG4o |
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20 Jul 13 - 12:17 PM (#3539754) Subject: Lyr Add: THE OLD CRACKED BASIN (T W Connor) From: Jim Dixon Here's my attempt at transcribing from the recording at YouTube. The record is scratchy, and several phrases are doubtful. Corrections are welcome. THE OLD CRACKED BASIN As recorded by Johnny Wakefiel (a.k.a. Arthur Gilbert), 1907. 1. It isn't help but sympathy I'm looking for 'mid tears(?) [or "my dears"?]. I've been in married mischief now for nearly twenty years, But after this, all on me own life's rocky road I'll roam. I'm leaving my old woman; she's been sharing out the home. CHORUS: And she's got the table and the old armchair, The three-legged sofa that we used to share. She's got the kettle and the coffeepot, The cups and saucers and the old what-not, And all our happy little home-sweet-home, Even to the rolling pin. All she's left me is the old cracked basin That we strained the 'tatoes in. 2. You never miss a good thing till you lose it, so we're told. She'll miss me in the winter when her feet are nice and cold. When …(?) itself, you'll see me cut a shine, And she'll have to go a long way for to see a face like mine. |