THE BUCKLAND SHAG SONGBOOK - Perth Morris Men

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Rambling Comber You combers all both great and small Come listen to my ditty, For it is ye and only ye Regard my fall with pity, For I can write, read, dance and fight Indeed it's all my honour. My failing is I love strong beer, For I'm a rambling comber. It's on the tramp I'm forced to stamp, My shoes are all a tatter. My hose unbound they trail the ground, I seldom wears a garter, I have a coat scarce worth one groat, I sadly want for another. But it's oh my dear how I love strong beer, I am a rambling comber. I have no watch, I have a patch On both sides of my breeches. My hat is torn, my wig's all worn, My health is all my riches. Wilt that I had some giggling lass Me coat all for to border With straps and bows; oh I would hold those, I'd keep them all in order. A tailor's bill I seldom fill; I never do take measure. I make no debt which does me let In the taking of my pleasure. Nor ever will till I grow old When I must give it over. But then old age will me engage For being a rambling comber. So a pitcher boy I'll now employ While I have cash or credit. I'll rant and roar and I'll call for the score, And I'll pay them when I have it. For this is always on my mind let me be drunk or sober A bowl of punch my thirst to quench And a quart of Old October. For it's oh my dear how I love strong beer, I am a rambling comber. The Buckland Shag Morris Men A Dancing Tradition since 1987 42
Ricketty-Ticketty-Tin It's of a maid I'll sing a song, sing ricketty-ticketty-tin, It's of a maid I'll sing a song, who didn't have her family long: Not only did she do them wrong, But she did every one of them in, them in, she did every one of them in. One morning in a fit of pique, sing ricketty-ticketty-tin, One morning in a fit of pique, she drowned her father in the creek. The water tasted bad for a week, And we had to make do with gin, with gin, we had to make do with gin. Her mother she could never stand, sing ricketty-ticketty-tin, Her mother she could never stand, and so a cyanide soup she planned. Her mother died with the spoon in her hand, And her face in a hideous grin, a grin, her face in a hideous grin. She set her sister's hair on fire, sing ricketty-ticketty-tin, She set her sister's hair on fire, and as the smoke and flames grew higher, She danced around the funeral pyre, Playing the violin, olin, playing the violin. She weighted her brother down with stones, sing ricketty-ticketty-tin, She weighted her brother down with stones, and sent him off to Davy Jones. And all they ever found were some bones, And occasional pieces of skin, of skin, and occasional pieces of skin. One day when she had nothing to do, sing ricketty-ticketty-tin, One day when she had nothing to do, she cut her baby brother in two, And served him up in an Irish stew, And invited the neighbours in, bours in, invited the neighbours in. And when at last the police came by, sing ricketty-ticketty-tin, And when at last the police came by, her little pranks she did not deny. To do so she would have had to lie, And lying she knew was a sin, a sin, and lying she knew was a sin. My tragic tale I won't prolong, sing ricketty-ticketty-tin, My tragic tale I won't prolong , and if you did not enjoy my song, You've yourselves to blame if it's too long: You should have never have let me begin, begin, you should never have let me begin. The Buckland Shag Morris Men A Dancing Tradition since 1987 43
Page 1 and 2: THE BUCKLAND SHAG SONGBOOK A COMPIL
Page 3 and 4: Contents A Week Before Easter......
Page 5 and 6: Aprils Eve.........................
Page 7 and 8: A-Roving At number three, old Engla
Page 9 and 10: Adieu Sweet Lovely Nancy Here's adi
Page 11 and 12: Away With All Wine-Drinkers Away wi
Page 13 and 14: Brave Lord Willoughby The 14th. day
Page 15 and 16: Open you up with my duplicate key.
Page 17 and 18: Cold Blows The Wind Cold blows the
Page 19 and 20: Fathom The Bowl Come all you bold h
Page 21 and 22: Good Ale It is of good ale to you I
Page 23 and 24: Hauling And Shaking The Nets It's b
Page 25 and 26: Herring Fishing First you've got to
Page 27 and 28: And don't we wash it clean, We wash
Page 29 and 30: Backe and syde go bare, go bare, Bo
Page 31 and 32: 140 versions, earliest known print
Page 33 and 34: Little Boy Billee There were three
Page 35 and 36: Lord of The Dance I danced in the m
Page 37 and 38: And dance our way with a garland of
Page 39 and 40: On Sussex Hills Where I Was Bred On
Page 41: Pleasant And Delightful Twas pleasa
Page 45 and 46: Seamen Bold You seamen bold that pl
Page 47 and 48: Spanish Ladies Farewell and adieu t
Page 49 and 50: Streets of Forbes Now come all you
Page 51 and 52: The Blacksmith A blacksmith courted
Page 53 and 54: Oh, don't you remember that I've go
Page 55 and 56: The English The rottenest bits of t
Page 57 and 58: The Jovial Tradesmen (Jones’s Ale
Page 59 and 60: The Mole-Catcher's Song Near Manche
Page 61 and 62: The Oak And The Ash A north-country
Page 63 and 64: The Salvation Army We're coming, we
Page 65 and 66: The Wild Colonial Boy It's of a wil
Page 67 and 68: There Lived a Maid in Amsterdam In
Page 69 and 70: There Was an Old Man on a Farm Ther
Page 71 and 72: Turmut Hoeing 'Twas on a jolly summ
Page 73 and 74: Up Jumped The Herring Up jumped the
Page 75 and 76: We'll Drink To The Downfall Of Tyra
Page 77 and 78: Wey-Hey, Me Maties Come gather ye r
Page 79 and 80: Whiskey In The Jar As I was going o
Page 81 and 82: Wild Rover I've been a wild rover f
Page 83 and 84: Wop She Ad It-Io Now once I courted
Page 85 and 86: May Morning Song (less serious vers
Page 87 and 88: A song for our time: Old Rover I've
Page 89 and 90: The Buckland Shag Morris Men Now he
Page 91 and 92: September Morn Tinged with an autum
Page 93 and 94:
40 Winks Howzat!.... Another wicket
Page 95 and 96:
The Boundary Path The blue bloom of
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Dreams of a Countryman Was this onc
Page 99 and 100:
Twelve Line Blues Feel the note and
Page 101 and 102:
Blackthorn Winter The winds of chan
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Midsummer Morning Misty meadows, de
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The Sixpence Song I'm a country boy
Page 107 and 108:
Country Ways Cows lying down in the
Page 109 and 110:
I ventured out along leafy lane, To
Page 111 and 112:
Moderation I'm as fond of hop as I
Page 113 and 114:
Where Have You Been? Did you bend a
Page 115 and 116:
Adieu! Thinking man's glory .... th
Page 117 and 118:
The Rufus Stone New Forest, Hampshi
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