Lyr Req: The Cast Out

05 Oct 05 - 05:44 PM (#1576761)
Subject: Lyr Req: The Cast Out
From: Joe Offer

Here's a message transferred from the Help Forum. I'd like to see the complete lyrics, if somebody can find them.
-Joe Offer-

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Subject: When & who wrote
From: [e-mail]
Date: 05-Oct-05 - 03:26 PM

Dear Sir or Madam, My Father was born in 1908 and told me (when I was a child) that there was a Fishmonger in Hull (Yorkshire, England) who used to push his barrow from street to street, singing the following song:-

"I'm a man that's done wrong to my parents,
and daily I wander about,
to earn a small mite,
for my lodgings at night,
God help me, for now I'm cast out.
FISH - FRESH FISH."

I have just learned that this is the chorus line from the song "The Cast Out". Please could you tell me who wrote this song and when it was written. Thanking you in anticipation. Adrian Hanwell. [e-mail]

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05 Oct 05 - 06:28 PM (#1576797)
Subject: Lyr Add: THE CAST OUT / I'M A MAN THAT'S DONE...
From: GUEST,ClaireBear

Found it, complete with tune, at this address which will not blickify for some reason: www.greenjack.btinternet.co.uk/donewrong.PDF

I'M A MAN THAT'S DONE WRONG

I'm a man that's in trouble and sorrow,
that once was lighthearted and gay,
Not a coin in this world can I borrow,
Since my own I have squandered away.
I once wronged my father and mother,
They turned me out from their door
To beg, starve or die, in the gutter to lie,
And ne'er enter their dwelling no more.

I'm a man that's done wrong to my parents,
and daily I wander about
To earn a small mite,
for my lodgings at night,
God help me, for now I'm cast out.

Then my father will say when he meets me,
"You beggar, you still are at large.
But mind, sir, that you don't come near me,
or by heaven, I'll give you in charge.
My mother, poor things broken-hearted,
To meet me she oft times will try
For to give me a crown,
with her head hanging down,
And a tear rolling out of her eye.

I'd a sister as married a squire,
She'll ne'er look nor speak now to me,
Because in this world she's much higher
With servants in rich livery.
Then the girl that I once loved so dearly,
Is dying, heart-broken, they say,
And there, on her bed,
she is praying, near dead
And still for the outcast doth pray.

Kind friends, now from me take a warning,
And hearken to what I've told you,
And I hope on this (dress) your not scorning,
For you don't know what you may come to.
So I'll try to be honest and upright,
And do all the good that I can
And I'll hold up my face,
and recover my place,
And prove to my friends I'm a man

This song was collected by Baring-Gould
from Sam Fone of Blackdown, Mary Tavy

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05 Oct 05 - 07:07 PM (#1576817)
Subject: RE: Lyr Req: The Cast Out
From: GUEST

Claire and Joe,

I have e-mailed the original poster just in case he/she can't find his/her way back to this thread.

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05 Oct 05 - 07:24 PM (#1576827)
Subject: RE: Lyr Req: The Cast Out
From: Joe Offer

Of course, if Joe had taken the time to search, he might have found that our guest had already found his way to the Land Fit for Heroes thread, where Malcolm had already posted lyrics very similar to shose posted by Clair Bear. Oh, well...
-Joe Offer-

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