An Apres Morris Song Archive - The Morris Ring

The Folker (Noel Murphy)
Oh, my name`s “Lead Fingers Murphy” and my story's seldom told
And I massacre folk music with a yard of German plywood and a capo
I do requests--just the ones that have two chords in them and I disregard the rest Na na nya, na na na na.
In the Sir Patrick Spens I clean forgot the 42nd verse,
So I sang the 27th twice as loud and in reverse and no one noticed.
I laughed for hours the tears ran down me trouser leg I thought I'd wet me drawers Na na nya, na na na na.
Na na nya, Na na na na na na na Na na nya Na na na na na na na na na na na na nya
Well, I stand on stage the hero a martyr to me trade
And carry the reminders of all the gigs I've played in like the Irish Club
Where I fled in mortal fear—with the imprint of a Guinness bottle stamped across my ear Na na nya na na na na
Seeking twenty with expenses I went looking for a gig
But I got no offers--just a come on from a groupie up in Naldertown
I do declare--I was feeling rather randy and I had her then and there Na na nya na na na na
Na na nya, Na na na na na na na Na na nya Na na na na na na na na na na na na nya
Well, I've sung the folk tradition with my finger in my ear
Cause half the stuff I'm singin'—I just can't bear to hear—it's a load of cobblers
Bar after bar--to the rhythm of an out of tune Japanese guitar. Na Na Nya na na na na
Well, I met this great guitarist and I asked him for advice
But the message that he gave me--wasn't very nice or even civil
Stick it where--and if I did how could I tune it with it shoved way up there. Na na nya na na na na
Now I've got my thing together, man, I'm really freaking out
Reading “Melody Maker,” mainlining on draught stout and having hang ups
And like the rest, I'm having trouble with my sex life since I fell and broke my wrist
And my other songs are twice as bad as this.
Folk Song (Myles Rudge & Ted Dicks, as sung by
Bernard Cribbens)
Oh, 'twas on a Monday mornin'-O,
The rain it was a rainin',
My love , she turned to me and said,
"Oh, when will you and I be wed,
I've been and bought a double bed,
And mother is complainin'",
(spoken:- "I can't stand her mother")
And all the while the rain it was a rainin'.
'Twas on the Tuesday mornin'-O,
The snow it was a glistenin'
My love still hadn't gone away,
So I said "Mistress, tell me pray,
What was it you said yesterday,
I really wasn't listenin'",
(Spoken:- "I laughed, she hit me, it hurt"),
Amd all the while the snow etc.
'Twas on the Wednesday mornin'-O,
The hail it was a hailin',
My love, she made a quick retort,
She said "To cut the story short,
I've bought a bed, the double sort,
You hearin' must be failin'",
(Spoken:- "I heard that all right, though"),
And all the while the hail etc.
'Twas on the Thursday mornin'-O,
The day was not a hot one,
I said "I thought that's what you said,
You've been and bought a double bed,
You must be goin' off your head,
For I've already got one",
(Spoken:- "Got two now haven't I"),
And all the while the day etc.
(Spoken:- "On Friday, nobody spoke").
'Twas on the Saturday mornin'-O,
The thunder it was frightening,
I shouted loud, so I'd be heard,
"Oh let's get married on the third",
But she did answer not one word,
For she'd been struck by lightnin',
And after that the weather started brightening.
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