02 Mar 06 - 10:03 AM (#1683215) Subject: Lyr Req: Don't send my boy to prison From: GUEST trying to find the lyrics to: Don't send my boy to prison |
02 Mar 06 - 10:42 AM (#1683253) Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Don't send my boy to prison From: SINSULL Some lyrics? Not "I'm Here To Get My Baby Out Of Jail"? |
02 Mar 06 - 02:36 PM (#1683435) Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Don't send my boy to prison From: GUEST,J C Don't send my boy to prison, It's the first crime wot 'e's done. "Six months" replied his worship, Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh God 'elp my errin' son. Didn't realise that there was any more to it than that - MacColl used to sing it at parties. |
02 Mar 06 - 02:39 PM (#1683438) Subject: Lyr Add: MOTHER'S PLEA FOR HER SON (Charlie Poole? From: GUEST,J C On the other hand, Have just come across this - enjoy The Mother's Plea for Her Son Strolling to a courthouse Not many miles from here A boy stood in the prison dark While his mother she stood near The lad was quite a youngster Although he'd gone astray And from his master's cashbox He'd stolen some coin away The lad addressed his honor As the tears flowed down his cheek He said, "Kind sir, would you please allow My mother here to speak" His honor then consented While the boy hung down his head And turning to the jurymen These words his mother said: "Remember I'm a widow And the prisoner is my son And gentlemen, remember It is the first crime he has done Don't send my boy to prison For that would drive me mad Remember I'm a widow And I'm pleading for my lad" The widow's eyes were flashing fire And her cheeks turned deathly pale "The reason why I'm here today Is to save my boy from jail Although I know he's guilty And I know his crime is bad But remember I'm his mother And I'm pleading for my lad" |
02 Mar 06 - 02:45 PM (#1683446) Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Don't send my boy to prison From: Joe Offer Hi, JC - where did you find those lyrics? I'm guessing you found it here: http://world.std.com/~gdallal/poole/Mothers_Plea_for_Her_Son.txt. - which means it may come from Charlie Poole... -Joe Offer- Mother's Plea for Her Son: by Lewis Hall, published in 1893 as The Widow's Plea for Her Son MP3 here (allegedly). |
02 Mar 06 - 06:46 PM (#1683658) Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Don't send my boy to prison From: Peace www.mustrad.org.uk/reviews/bennett.htm Some history on it there. |
02 Mar 06 - 06:55 PM (#1683669) Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Don't send my boy to prison From: Peace That was also the A side of a 78 record, the B side of which was "She Was Poor But She Was Honest" recorded by Billy Bennett. "N4307 BILLY BENNETT Don't send my boy to prison/She was poor but she was honest RE MR147" |
03 Mar 06 - 04:04 AM (#1684105) Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Don't send my boy to prison From: GUEST,J C "I'm guessing you found it here: http://world.std.com/~gdallal/poole/Mothers_Plea_for_Her_Son.txt." Yup |
03 Mar 06 - 06:21 PM (#1684563) Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Don't send my boy to prison From: GUEST,Lighter What about "Don't send my boy to Harvard," the dying mother said. "Don't send my boy to Harvard! I'd rather see him dead! Send him to Columbia, to Princeton, or Cornell, But don't send my boy to Harvard! I'd see him first in hell!" |
04 Mar 06 - 09:09 AM (#1684979) Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Don't send my boy to prison From: Billy Weeks Don't 'ang my 'arry For 'e is my only son Don't 'ang my 'arry For a murder what 'e never done. Don't take'im from me We never could bear to part. Remember that when You're breakin''is neck You're breakin''is pore muvver's 'eart. Probably irrelevant to this thread, but it just reminded me... Sorry I can't provide an American translation. |
08 Mar 06 - 09:42 AM (#1688227) Subject: Lyr Add: PARODY ON WIDOW'S PLEA FOR HER SON From: Jim Dixon The Cylinder Preservation and Digitization Project, which Joe Offer linked to above, is a worthy site to bookmark. I couldn't find the original WIDOW'S PLEA FOR HER SON there, but I found this (my transcription from the mp3 file): PARODY ON WIDOW'S PLEA FOR HER SON As sung by Will F. Denny, 6602: Edison Gold Moulded Record, [1902?] One morning in the courthouse, a boy stood up for trial. His father stood beside him. On his face, there was a smile. The old man told the jury: "That was not my only son, But I have got three more like him and I'll bring them one by one. This boy was born on Sunday and I'll tell you, he's a beaut. He'll take anything that isn't nailed, and never tells the truth." The boy took out a cigarette and the jury near fell dead. When he struck his father for a match, the old man loudly said: "Remember, I'm his father, and his mother is my wife. Don't let him off with ten years, but send him up for life; And when he's tired of living, just keep him there for fun. There's no one more ... than a father on his son." Now the boy spoke to His Honor and he said: "Well, judge, you see, Just let my father here go home and bring the other three. The other ones are crooked; why, they can't lay straight in bed. They'd steal the whiskers off your chin and they'd put hair on your head." The jurymen all fainted and the boy called out for beer. The judge he stood upon his head and the wind blew through his ear. And now there's thirteen funerals, for the jurymen are dead, And the judge lived twenty minutes; then, before he died, he said: "My boy, you are a daisy. Through others don't be done. No matter who your father was, you are your mother's son." And as the old judge neared the end, before he met his death, He shook his head and softly said with his last dying breath: "My boy, you are a daisy. Through others don't be done. No matter who your father was, you are your mother's son. And if ever you get married, just have one boy for fun, And if he's a sport, don't go to court, but kill the son-of-a-gun." |
16 Nov 07 - 05:48 PM (#2195601) Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Don't Send My Boy to Prison From: GUEST,Cornell 61 Don't send my boy to Harvard, the dying mother said, Don't send my boy to Syracussssssssssssssse, I'd rather se him dead. But sendmy boy to princeton, Or better still Cornell, But as for Pennsylvania....I'd ee him first in Hell! |