An Apres Morris Song Archive - The Morris Ring

Girl I Left Behind Me (tune Brighton Camp )
I'm lonesome since I cross'd the hills, and o'er the moor that's sedgy;
With heavy thoughts my mind is filled since I parted with our Peggy
Whene'er I return to view the place the tears do fall and blind me,
When I think on the charming grace of the girl I left behind me
But now I'm bound to Brighton Camp kind heaven, then, pray guide me,
And send me safely back again to the girl I've left behind me.
Oh, the black cat piddled in the white cat's eye
And the white cat said, "Cor Blimey
And the black cat said, "You silly sod,
You shouldn't stand behind me!"
There ain't no hairs on our cat's tail There ain't no hairs on Tiny
But I know where there's lots of hair, On the girl I left behind me
Girt Great ‘erd of Cows (lyrics-Bonny Sartin`s Juggernaut, tune
Brighton Camp))
Now lorry drivers are a breed apart whose skill is highly rated
Especially if their vehicle is articulated
But the largest juggernaut that Parliament allows
Is not when you compare it with me gurt big ‘erd of cows
Ch.Tis 100 yards from nose to tail and goes at a steady amble
It blocks the road completely and I steers it with a bramble.
Now bicyclists be awful pests, they tries to be persistent
They swerve their cycles in and out and think that we have missed ‘em
But when they move along the side against the shapely rear
She swings it with precision and they end up on their ear.
Now motor cyclists are the worst of all the road mis-users
I took a while to find a trick to make them come out losers
But dear old Nell she stops them dead and makes them feel a silly ‘un
Cos they can’t move,go either way with a cow sat on the pillion.
And when all they that’s late for work comes roaring round the bend
They slams their brakes on furiously and stands the car on end
They say the road is meant for cars and I should not be on it
So Betsy lifts her tail up high and decorates the bonnet.
Goldfish (tune: Oh God Our Hope in Ages Past)
I bought this fish a month ago
It cost me twenty pound
It just swims round and round
And round and round
Ch. And round and round
And round and round
And round and round and round
And round and round and round
And round and round and round.
It doesn’t quack or bark or chirp
It doesn’t make a sound….
Just then my goldfish tried to yawn
The silly bugger drowned
And drowned a
and drowned etc
Good Ale / Ale, You Are My Darling (trad.)
It's of good ale to you I'll sing
And to good ale I'll always cling
I like my cup filled to the brim
And I'll drink all you care to bring
Oh good ale, you are my darling
You are my joy both night and morning
It's you that helps me with my work.
And from tasks I'll never shirk
While I can get a good home brew
And better than one pint I like two
I love you in the early morn,
I love you daylight, dark or dawn
And when I'm weary, worn or spent
It's turn the tap and ease the vent
It's you that makes my friends and foes.
It's you that makes me wear old clothes
But since you come so near my nose
It's up you comes and down you goes
And if all my friends from Adam's race
Were to meet me here all in this place
I could part from all without one fear
Before I'd part from my good beer
And if my wife should me despise
How soon I'd give her two black eyes
But if she loved me like I love thee
What a happy couple we should be
You've caused me debts and I've often swore,
I never would drink strong ale no more
But you for all that I'll forgive
And I'll drink strong ale as long as I live.
Good Luck To The Barley Mow (trad.)
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Here’s Good luck to the Pint pot
Good luck to the Barley Mo’
Jolly good luck to the Pint Pot
Good luck to the Barley Mo’
Oh the Pint-Pot, Half a Pint,
Gill-pot, Half a Gill, Quarter Gill,
Nipperkin, Pipperkin, and the Brown Bowl
Here’s good Luck, Good luck to the Barley Mo’
Here’s Good luck to the Quart pot
Good luck to the Barley Mo’
Jolly good luck to the Quart Pot
Good luck to the Barley Mo’
Oh the Quart-pot, Pint-Pot, Half a Pint,
Gill-pot, Half a Gill, Quarter Gill,
Nipperkin, Pipperkin, and the Brown Bowl
Here’s good Luck, Good luck to the Barley Mo’
Here’s Good luck to the Half Gallon
Good luck to the Barley Mo’
Jolly good luck to the Half Gallon
Good luck to the Barley Mo’
Oh the Half-Gallon, Quart-pot, Pint-Pot, Half a
Pint,
Gill-pot, Half a Gill, Quarter Gill,
Nipperkin, Pipperkin, and the Brown Bowl
Here’s good Luck, Good luck to the Barley Mo’