An Apres Morris Song Archive - The Morris Ring
An Apres Morris Song Archive - The Morris Ring
An Apres Morris Song Archive - The Morris Ring
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It's a Great Big Shame (Edgar Bateman)<br />
I've lost my pal, 'e's the best in all the tahn,<br />
But don't you fink 'im dead, beco's 'e ain't.<br />
But since 'e's wed 'e 'as 'ad ter 'nuckle dahn.<br />
It's e-nuf-ter wax the temper of a saint!<br />
'e's a brewers dray-man, wiv a leg o' mutton fist,<br />
<strong>An</strong>' as strong as a bullick or an 'orse -<br />
Yet in 'er 'ands 'e's like a little kid -<br />
Oh! I wish as I could get 'im a divorce.<br />
It's a great big shame, an' if she belong'd ter me<br />
I'd let 'er know who's who.<br />
Naggin at a feller wot is six foot free,<br />
<strong>An</strong>d her not four foot two!<br />
Oh! they 'adn't been married not a month nor more,<br />
When underneath her fumb goes Jim -<br />
Isn't it a pity as the likes ov 'er<br />
Should put upon the likes ov 'im?<br />
Now Jim was class - 'e could sing a decent song,<br />
<strong>An</strong>d at scrappin' 'e 'ad won some great renown;<br />
It took two coppers for to make 'im move along,<br />
<strong>An</strong>d annuver six to 'old the feller dahn.<br />
But today when I axes would 'e come an' 'ave some beer,<br />
To the door-step on tip toe 'e arrives;<br />
"I dare-n't," says 'e - "Don't shout, 'cos sh'll 'ear -<br />
I've got ter clean the winders an' the knives."<br />
On a Sunday morn, wiv a dozen pals or more,<br />
'e'd play at pitch an' toss along the Lea;<br />
But now she bullies 'im a scrubbin 'o the floor -<br />
Such a change, - well I never did see.<br />
Wiv apron on 'im, I twigged 'im on 'is knees -<br />
A rubbin' up the old 'arf stone;<br />
Wot wiv emptyin' the ashes and a shellin' of the peas,<br />
I'm blowed if 'e can call 'is self 'is own!<br />
It's the Syme the 'Ole World Over (Billy Bennet 1930)<br />
It's the syme the 'ole world over<br />
It's the poor wot gets the blyme;<br />
It`s the rich wot gets the pleasures,<br />
Ain't it all a bleedin' shyme!<br />
She was just a farmer's daughter<br />
Pure, unsullied was 'er nyme<br />
When a squire came a-courting<br />
<strong>An</strong>d the poor girl lorst 'er nyme!<br />
So she made her way to London<br />
For to hide er grief and shyme<br />
<strong>The</strong>re she met another squire,<br />
<strong>An</strong>d she she lorst 'er nyme again.<br />
See her on the bridge at midnight<br />
Victim of a blighted troth<br />
<strong>The</strong>re`s a cry a splash, good `eavens<br />
What is she a doing of?<br />
<strong>The</strong>n they dragged her from the river<br />
Water from her clothes they rang<br />
<strong>An</strong>d they thought that she was drownded<br />
But the corpse got up and sang<br />
Jack, the Carter Lad (traditional)<br />
My name is Jack, the carter lad<br />
A jolly cock am I.<br />
I always am contented<br />
Be the weather wet or dry.<br />
I crack me fingers at the snow<br />
<strong>An</strong>d whistle at the rain,<br />
<strong>An</strong>d I've braved the storm for many a day<br />
<strong>An</strong>d can do so again.<br />
cho: So it's crack, crack, goes me whip<br />
I whistle and I sing.<br />
I sit upon me wagon<br />
I'm as happy as a king.<br />
My horse is always willing<br />
<strong>An</strong>d for me, I'm never sad,<br />
<strong>The</strong>re's none can lead a jollier life<br />
Nor Jack, the carter lad.<br />
My father was a carrier<br />
Many years e'er I was born;<br />
He used to rise at daybreak<br />
<strong>An</strong>d go his round each morn.<br />
He would often take me with him<br />
Especially in the spring.<br />
When I loved to sit upon the cart<br />
<strong>An</strong>d hear me father sing:<br />
It's now the girls all smile on me<br />
As I go driving past,<br />
<strong>The</strong> horse is such a beauty<br />
As we jog along so fast.<br />
We've traveled many a weary miles<br />
But happy days we've had;<br />
<strong>An</strong>d there's none can use a horse more kind<br />
Nor Jack, the carter lad.<br />
Now friends, I bid you all: Adieu<br />
'Tis time I was away.<br />
I know my horse will weary<br />
If I much longer stay.<br />
To see your smiling faces here<br />
It makes me feel quite glad<br />
<strong>An</strong>d I know you'll grant your kind applause<br />
To Jack, the carter lad.<br />
46<br />
Jenny Wren Bride (trad. tune:My Bonnie Lies Over…)<br />
I've just come away from the wedding,<br />
Oh Lord I could laugh till I cried.<br />
I'll never forget the relations I met<br />
When I married my Jenny Wren bride.<br />
Married, married, I married my Jenny Wren bri-iide,<br />
Married, married, I married my Jenny Wren bride.<br />
Her father he works in the dockyard,<br />
Her brother he owns a Marine Store,<br />
<strong>An</strong>d as for their habits, well talk about rabbits<br />
<strong>The</strong>y've got half the dockyard ashore.