An Apres Morris Song Archive - The Morris Ring

Buttercup Joe (trad.)
1. Well I be a pure bred country chap
Me father comes from Wareham.
Me mother she’s got some more like I
And Ma knows ‘ow to rear ‘um.
Some folks calls I Bacon Face and others Turnip ead `But I can
prove I bain’t no fool ‘though I be country bred.
Ch. For I can plough and milk a cow, I can reap and mow, I be
fresh as a daisy that grows in a field
And they calls I Buttercup Joe.
2. Those Noddy swells they laugh and chat
To see I eat fat bacon.
They couldn’t touch that country stuff
But that’swhere they’re mistaken.
On wine and grog they do their airs & Lord it at their ease.
But give I fat pork from the sty
Or a lump of bread and cheese.
3. Oh they goes prime in zummer time
When we goes out haymaking.
The lassies they will all hang out
And freedom will be taken.
They likes to get us country chaps
Of course in harmless play.
They like to get us country chaps & roll us in t` hay.
4. Now you should see my pretty maid.
They calls her Our Mary.
Her works as busy as a bumble bee
in Farmer Jones’ dairy
And don’t she make those dumplins nice.
By jove I mean to try ‘em
& ask ‘er if she like to splice
With a rustic chap like I am
Candlelight Fisherman (trad.)
O my dad was a fisherman bold
And he lived till he grew old
For he opens the pane and he pops out the flame.
Just to see how the wind do blow.
And often he say to me.
You'd be wise before you go
Do you open the pane and pop out the flame.
Just to see how the wind do blow.
When the north wind roughly blow
Then I lay right snug below
But I open the pane and pop out the flame.
Just to see how the wind do blow.
When the wind come out of the east.
You'll be looking for sleet and snow.
But I open the pane and pops out the flame.
Just to see how the wind do blow.
When the wind back into the west.
That'll come a rough in at best,
But I open the pane and pops out the flame.
Just to see how the wind do blow.
Byker Hill (trad.)
1. If I had another penny I would have another gill,
I would make the piper play
the bonny lass of Byker Hill
Ch. Byker Hill and Walker Shore Collier lads for ever
more (2x)
2. The pitman and the keelman trim
They drink bumble made from gin.
Then to dance they do begin
To the tune of Elsie Marley
3. When first I went down to the dirt
I had no cowl nor no pitshirt.
Now I’ve gotten two or three
Walker Pit’s done well by me
4. Geordie Charlton, he had a pig,
He hit it with a shovel and it danced a jig.
All the way to Walker Shore
To the tune of Elsie Marley
Biker Bill (parody Sid Kipper of Byker Hill)
1. If I had enough of Penny
I would go and call on Gillian,
Take her for a motor ride
A bonnie lass on my pillion.
Ch. Biker Bill and Walter Shaw Jollier lads you
never saw (X2)
2. When first I went down to the pits
My bike was all in little bits
Then along came Walter Shaw
He`s the one that tunes my Harley Dave
3. If I had another gill
Then Penny wouldn`t ride with me.
She hates it when I drink and drive
She loves a man who is TT.
4. Walter was worth his weight in gold
That`s more than two hundred pounds
Did a skid without a lid
Now he`s only half a crown.
5. Walter Shaw he had a pig
He hit it with a shovel and it danced a jig
Now he has been put away
By the man from the RSPCA
When the south wind softly blow,
It's then I love to go
And I open the pane and pop out the flame.
Just to see how the wind do blow.
And my poor wife say to me.
We shall starve if you don't go
So I open the pane and I pops out the flame.
Just to see how the wind do blow.
Ah, now all you fishermen bold,
If you'd live till you grow old,
Do you open the pane and pop out the flame
Just to see how the wind do blow.
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