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Dublin Bill
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He says "Woman, turn that racket off,"
So she puts down her tea,
She shuffles across the living room
And she turns down the TV.
He waits until she's settled back,
Got comfy with a tray in her lap,
Then he glances up
And as she lifts her cup
He says "That's not off, that's down,
That's not off, that's down."
Shall we begin back in County Kildare, Dublin Bill?
Would it be fair to say you weren’t a one for school?
All your bridges swiftly burnt
And your letters left unlearnt,
Just a tearaway, but you could charm them all,
Nobody’s fool,
Sooner use your wits than follow any rule.
You took a girl for a romp in the hay, Dublin Bill,
At the farm down the lane, in a shed.
Found some guns in the straw,
Told your dad what you saw.
“Breathe one word of this and we’ll all be dead,”
Father said,
“Here’s a clip round the ear, now off to bed.”
The next morning you’re put on the boat, Dublin Bill,
Bound for London to live with Auntie May.
When you find out she ain’t real
You don’t know what to think or feel,
Then two ladies of the night kindly say
“It’s okay,
If you want you are welcome to stay.”
And they taught you to read and to write, Dublin Bill,
Slowly taught you to write and to read.
Then the press-gang hit town,
Combed the streets all around,
They said “Paddy boy, you’re just the kind we need,
Yes indeed
You’ll be better off in khaki than in tweed.”
It’s the bomb disposal unit for you, Dublin Bill,
Bomb disposal will suit your steely eye.
Soon you’re shaken to the core,
Can’t do the job no more
When you see your new best mate blown sky high,
God, you cry,
Jesus Christ that ain’t no bleedin way to die.
Well you’re settled down in Ashford, so it seems, Dublin Bill,
And showing fillums at The Flea Pit keeps you calm.
You’ve wed your Chislet girl,
Got one young Patrick, one young Pearl,
But you’re a tearaway so now your winning charm
(Or is it smarm?)
Don’t belong at home but down the Denmark Arms.
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Chopping An Onion
02:37
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She was chopping an onion, an onion she’d grown
In the vegetable patch she’d dug in her lawn.
She glanced out the window and then looked again
As the telegram boy turned into the lane.
She shamefully wished the young angel of death
Upon innocent neighbours, under her breath,
Then her heart split apart and a single tear fell
As he walked up the path and rang on the bell.
He stood in his navy-blue jacket and hat
And held out the envelope, eyes on the mat.
She opened it painfully. ‘Thank you,’ she said.
‘REGRET TO INFORM …’ was as far as she read.
Re-reading the words as she sits on the stair
With a cold cup of tea and a howl of despair,
It’s been seventeen hours and she can’t understand
Why her son had to vanish in some distant land.
It’s been seventeen weeks and she wishes she knew
If he suffered, how he suffered, where he suffered, and with who,
Then comes a letter describing a grave,
Says she ought to feel proud – he was strong, he was brave.
It’s been seventeen years and she’s never known
Why her boy had to go, why he didn’t come home.
She’s still growing veg and she’s still baking pies
And when she chops onions no-one asks why she cries.
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The Eclipse
02:30
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It was the 21st of June, it being a glorious day,
The Eclipse she saw a whale-fish and she lowered all hands away,
So blow, ye winds of morning, blow, ye winds, hi-ho,
Clear away your running gear and blow, boys, blow!
The boats they pulled to leeward, went skipping over the sea,
And we killed this noble whale-fish for another jubilee.
So blow, ye winds of morning, blow, ye winds, hi-ho,
Clear away your running gear and blow, boys, blow!
Our captain Davie Gray was kind and he give his crew a treat
And that was why we caught this whale that measured 50 feet.
So blow, ye winds of morning, blow, ye winds, hi-ho,
Clear away your running gear and blow, boys, blow!
The Eclipse she lies to windward, her colours she does flee,
And the Erik and the Hope also, and this is the jubilee.
So blow, ye winds of morning, blow, ye winds, hi-ho,
Clear away your running gear and blow, boys, blow!
The Erik caught a sperm-whale that measured 43,
But the Hope has none and shall get none this year of jubilee.
So blow, ye winds of morning, blow, ye winds, hi-ho,
Clear away your running gear and blow, boys, blow!
Now when this trip is over we’ll not ship for one-and-three
Because we didn’t get fair pay in the year of jubilee.
So blow, ye winds of morning, blow, ye winds, hi-ho,
Clear away your running gear and blow, boys, blow!
We’ll march up to the Custom House where we do all sign clear
And when we face old Bless-My-Soul we’ll tell him without fear.
So blow, ye winds of morning, blow, ye winds, hi-ho,
Clear away your running gear and blow, boys, blow!
We’ll tell him that we’ll never sign again for one-and-three,
Then we’ll march down Commercial Street and sing that jubilee.
So blow, ye winds of morning, blow, ye winds, hi-ho,
Clear away your running gear and blow, boys,
Blow, ye winds of morning, blow, ye winds, hi-ho,
Clear away your running gear and blow, boys, blow!
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4. |
Their Front Pages
01:27
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What’s the latest front-page lie?
What packs a tabloid punch?
700,000 “foreign” kids
Are claiming free school lunch!
They demonize the weak and poor,
There’s no empathy, there’s no shame,
And when they call this Austerity it’s a cull by another name.
Let’s have Princess Di and Maddie stories
From your wretched servile hacks
And never mind the foodbanks,
Never mind the bedroom tax.
They’ll means-test this, they’ll means-test that
And then reject your claim
Cos when they call this Austerity it’s a cull by another name
Give us “Rule Britannia” headlines
And then call us lazy shirkers.
Blame Europe, blame the unions,
And let’s blame the migrant workers.
Make the old and sick jump through endless hoops
In a twisted hopeless game
Cos when they call this Austerity it’s a cull by another name.
And when they call this Austerity it’s a cull by another name.
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Where are you going, my pretty maid?
“I’m going a-milking,” she said
“For this is the way I walk each day,
I’m going a-milking,” she said
May I go with you, my pretty maid?
“You’re kindly welcome,” she said
“I do not mind if you follow behind,
You’re kindly welcome,” she said
Marry me will you, my pretty maid?
“If it pleases you, sir,” she said
“I will marry you and be always true
If it pleases you, sir,” she said
What is your father, my pretty maid?
“My father’s a farmer,” she said
“From the dawn of light till the fall of night
My father’s a farmer,” she said
And what is your fortune, my pretty maid?
“My face is my fortune,” she said
“All I have to beguile is this one smile,
My face is my fortune,” she said
Then I cannot marry you, my pretty maid!
“Well nobody asked you,” she said
“If it pleases you I’ll bid you adieu
For nobody asked you,” she said
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Pig Farmer
02:06
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When a maiden I was, in the spring of my life,
I was promised to a farmer for to be his wife.
He had a bull, he had cows, he had a dozen fat swine,
And a dresser and a feather-bed, ’twould all be mine.
And he had a good house and a measure of land,
I was lucky, so they told me, for to take his hand,
He had a good house and a measure of land,
I was lucky, so they told me, for to take his hand,
Take his hand, marry that man,
Lucky, so they told me, for to take his hand.
To the man I was wed, to the man I was wed,
And he took a liking to the beating of my head,
He give me a kick, and he give me a clout,
Saying, ‘Woman, hold your tongue or have your teeth knocked out’.
He was a wicked old man, was a wicked old man,
And he thought he taught a lesson with the back of his hand.
Wicked old man, he was a wicked old man,
And he thought he taught a lesson with the back of his hand,
Back of his hand, wicked old man,
Thought he taught a lesson with the back of his hand.
Well I was ready one night, I was ready one night,
And I loaded his gun and then I give him a fright,
I made him to weep, and I made him to die,
And I did it with the blessing of the lord on high.
And I did it with hate, and I did it with love,
And I did it with the blessing of the lord above,
I did it with hate, and I did it with love,
And I did it with the blessing of the lord above,
Lord above, love love love,
Did it with the blessing of the lord above.
Now I’m free as a lark, I’m free as a lark,
I'm sitting in the dock and I’m free as a lark,
The magistrate glares, and the magistrate frowns,
And the magistrate mutters, ‘Has the body been found?’
‘Has the body been found? Has the body been found?
Are the officers a-digging up the farmyard ground?
Has the body been found? Has the body been found?
Are the officers a-digging up the farmyard ground?’
Digging in the ground, down down down,
Never going to find the body if they’re digging in the ground,
Digging in the ground, down down down,
Never going to find the body if they’re digging in the ground.
O farmer of pigs, o husband of mine,
I’m in hopes you think it fitting that I fed your swine,
Farmer of pigs, o husband of mine,
I’m in hopes you think it fitting that I fed your swine.
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7. |
Hopping Down In Kent
02:32
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Now some say hopping’s lousy, I don’t believe it’s true
For we only go down hopping to earn a bob or two
With my tee-i-o, tee-i-o, tee-i-ee-i-o
Oh when I went a-hopping, hopping down in Kent
I saw old mother Riley a-sweeping out her tent
With my tee-i-o, tee-i-o, tee-i-ee-i-o
Now every Monday morning just at six o’clock
You’ll hear the old hoppers calling, ‘Get up and boil your pots’
With my tee-i-o, tee-i-o, tee-i-ee-i-o
Now Sunday is our washing day, don’t we wash it clean
We boil it in our hopping pots and hang it on the green
With my tee-i-o, tee-i-o, tee-i-ee-i-o
‘Well, do you want any money?’, ‘Yes, sir, if you please
To buy a hock of bacon and a pound of mouldy cheese’
With my tee-i-o, tee-i-o, tee-i-ee-i-o
Now here comes our old measurer with his long nose and chin
With his ten-gallon basket and don’t he pop ’em in
With my tee-i-o, tee-i-o, tee-i-ee-i-o
Now when our old pole-puller he does come around
He says ‘Come on, you dirty old hop-pickers, pick ’em up all off the ground’
With my tee-i-o, tee-i-o, tee-i-ee-i-o
Now hopping is all over, all the money's spent
And don’t I wished I never went a-hopping down in Kent
With my tee-i-o, tee-i-o, tee-i-ee-i-o
Oh I say one, I say two, no more hopping shall I do
Tee-i-o, tee-i-o, tee-i-ee-i-o
Well I say one, I say two, no more hopping shall I do
Tee-i-o, tee-i-o, tee-i-ee-i-o
I say one, I say two, no more hopping shall I do
Tee-i-o, tee-i-o, tee-i-ee-i-o
And I say one, I say two, no more hopping shall I do
Tee-i-o, tee-i-o, tee-i-ee-i-o
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8. |
The Jolly Tinker
01:49
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Noble London lady she used her ink and pen
And she wrote a letter to the jolly tinker-man
And you know she did
With a rightful too-ra-diddle-rum-a-diddle-whack-a-day
She wrote to him a letter, she sealed it with her hand
Saying ‘Oh how I need you, my jolly tinker-man’
And you know she did
With a rightful too-ra-diddle-rum-a-diddle-whack-a-day
She wrote to him another, she sent it with a friend
Saying ‘Dear jolly tinker, my kettle needs a mend’
And you know it does
With a rightful too-ra-diddle-rum-a-diddle-whack-a-day
He come walking down the lane and at the door he knocked
Saying ‘Where’s the rusty kettle with the hole I’ve got to block?’
And you know he did
With a rightful too-ra-diddle-rum-a-diddle-whack-a-day
Lady come downstairs, opened up the door,
Spied the jolly tinker standing ready on the floor
And you know he was
With a rightful too-ra-diddle-rum-a-diddle-whack-a-day
She led him through the kitchen, she led him through the hall,
The maids cried ‘The devil! Has he come to block us all?’
And you know he had
With a rightful too-ra-diddle-rum-a-diddle-whack-a-day
She led him upstairs to show him what to do,
She fell on the feather-bed and he fell on it too
And you know he did
With a rightful too-ra-diddle-rum-a-diddle-whack-a-day
She picked up a frying-pan and then began to knock
To let the servants know below that he was hard at work
And you know he was
With a rightful too-ra-diddle-rum-a-diddle-whack-a-day
Put her hand into her pocket, pulled out twenty pound,
‘Take this, jolly tinker, and we’ll have another round’
And you know they did
With a rightful too-ra-diddle-rum-a-diddle-whack-a-day
He said, ‘I’ve been a tinker for thirty year or more
But such a rusty hole as that I never blocked before’
And you know he ain’t
With a rightful too-ra-diddle-rum-a-diddle-whack-a-day
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Ben Kenobi
02:20
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What's R2D2 short for?
He's only got little legs
I heard R2D2 say - Ben Kenobi-nobi toorayay
Millennium Falcon’s on its way - Ben Kenobi-nobi toorayay
Toorayay, wohhh toorayay - Ben Kenobi-nobi toorayay
Who taught Luke about the Force? - Ben Kenobi-nobi toorayay
Who’s the Fountain, who’s the Source? - Ben Kenobi-nobi toorayay
Toorayay, wohhh toorayay - Ben Kenobi-nobi toorayay
Who does Alec Guinness play? - Ben Kenobi-nobi toorayay
Who’s not in The Darling Buds of May? - Ben Kenobi-nobi toorayay
Toorayay, wohhh toorayay - Ben Kenobi-nobi toorayay
Who stands next to Harrison Ford? - Ben Kenobi-nobi toorayay
A-carrying a blooming great white sword? - Ben Kenobi-nobi toorayay
Toorayay, wohhh toorayay - Ben Kenobi-nobi toorayay
What comes after Jedi day? - Ben Kenobi-nobi toorayay
Jedi night, so the old men say - Ben Kenobi-nobi toorayay
Toorayay, wohhh toorayay - Ben Kenobi-nobi toorayay
Toorayay, wohhh toorayay - Ben Kenobi-nobi toorayay
You put your light-sabre in, your light-sabre out
In, out, shake it all about
You do the Ben Kenobi and you turn around
And that’s what it’s all about
Oh Obi-Wan Kenobi
Oh Obi-Wan Kenobi
Oh Obi-Wan Kenobi
These are not the droids you’re looking for
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10. |
Song For Davee
02:03
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Gone too soon, gone too soon,
Gone far too soon, mate, gone far too soon.
Fare thee well, oh Davee, fare thee well.
You found the venues and we played ’em all
From the Maidens and Pipers to Iwade Village Hall.
Fare thee well, oh Davee, fare thee well.
You were honest and charming, you were brave and kind,
You gave the boneheads a piece of your mind.
Fare thee well, oh Davee, fare thee well.
Your spirit was punk, kept it D.I.Y.,
Now there’s a hole in so many lives.
Fare thee well, oh Davee, fare thee well.
You made me laugh and you opened my eyes
To vegan noodles and cabbage surprise.
Fare thee well, oh Davee, fare thee well.
Gone too soon, gone too soon,
Gone far too soon, mate, gone far too soon.
Fare thee well, oh Davee, fare thee well,
Oh Davee, fare thee well,
Oh Davee, fare thee well.
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Near to a lane in a place of fame
Fine fun you may rely on
With ale as fine as any wine
I mean the old Blue Lion
Where Poll and Sue with bonnets blue
To see each night rely on
They’ll cut a dash and hear the flash
Thrown off at the Blue, off at the Blue Lion
From Spitalfields leave looms and reels
See Spinning Jenny, come, sir
To blade it there with flaunting air
She’s togged out very rum, sir
From head so high her streamers fly
Though scarce a bed to lie on
You her will see so full of glee
Stuck up at the Blue, up at the Blue Lion
So come away without delay
Where fun you may rely on
Such songs, such gigs, such flashy rigs
Each night at the Blue Lion
Lads of all trades, such flashy blades
Each night to this place going
With natty gig, strut, look so big
And fix upon a blowing
There’s Powder Puff, he’s shaved enough
His neckcloth smart will tie on
Laced waistcoat too with stockings blue
The swell of the Blue, swell of the Blue Lion
There’s Scamping Ned who without dread
On Finchley takes the air, sir
With female friends his booty spends
To this place they repair, sir
When cash grows short he must resort
To scamp all he comes nigh on
He cuts a swell then rings the bell
For wine at the Blue, wine at the Blue Lion
So come away without delay
Where fun you may rely on
Such songs, such gigs, such flashy rigs
Each night at the Blue Lion
Into his room the traps they come
There’s no-one then can bail him
To Newgate sent, there to repent
His courage it doth fail him
Without delay must garnish pay
The darbies too they try on
He with a sigh bids a good-bye
To all at the Blue, all at the Blue Lion
Now Newgate’s bell his fate does tell
Alas, it is a pity
There is not such a lad as he
Now left in all the city
Upon the scaffold he doth come
The twist they then do tie on
The trap doth fall - adieu to all
Flash pals of the Blue, pals of the Blue Lion
So come away without delay
Where fun you may rely on
Such songs, such gigs, such flashy rigs
Each night at the Blue Lion
Each night at the Blue Lion
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12. |
Rivers Of Blood
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I heard the man on the news, mother,
I heard the man on the news -
Says Romanian men gonna set up their den
Of iniquity next door to you.
And I read the newspapers too, brothers,
I read the newspapers too -
Saw the redtops report how we gotta deport
All them Poles or there’s no jobs for you.
Rivers of blood never flowed,
No the rivers of blood never flowed.
Please don’t go down, please don’t go down,
Please don’t go down that old road.
I had a dream in the night, father,
I had a dream in the night -
The masses had voted and one leader gloated,
His Bierkeller Putsch went alright.
And I smell the fear in the air, neighbours,
I smell the fear in the air -
Are you losing your land by extending a hand?
An Englishman’s home is his lair.
Rivers of blood never flowed,
No the rivers of blood never flowed.
Please don’t go down, please don’t go down,
Please don’t go down that old road.
I put my trust in your hands, children,
I put my trust in your hands -
Can you see through the lies? Is there hope in your eyes
Or compassion or love in the land?
Rivers of blood never flowed,
No the rivers of blood never flowed.
Please don’t go down, please don’t go down,
Please don’t go down that old road.
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Squirrels
02:29
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I used to be a gardener and save all that I earned
I’d weed and rake and dig and other things of which I learned
But I detected mischief every time my back was turned
Sneaky little creatures scurry up and down a tree
The squirrels are hiding things from me
A blur of fur, they flit and fuss
The squirrels are hiding things from us
I would find the stony ground harsh and unforgiving
It’s not all goats and glamour digging holes to earn a living
Daily facing tricks and traps and other such mischieving
Sneaky little creatures scurry up and down a tree
The squirrels are hiding things from me
A blur of fur, they flit and fuss
The squirrels are hiding things from us
They wind up the magpie and startle the thrush
The brave little robin would just sit and watch
Their eyes terrorize and their tails can kill
I’d catch me a squirrel, catch me a squirrel, catch me a squirrel
If they’d just sit still! Hey! Ho! Eek!
Now everywhere I go I’m seeing squirrels coloured grey
I don’t see any red ones cos they’ve hidden them away
To anyone who passes by now this is what I say:
Sneaky little creatures scurry up and down a tree
The squirrels are hiding things from me
A blur of fur, they flit and fuss
The squirrels are hiding things from us
Well now I am retired and my money is all spent
I think about my life and I wonder where it went
At night I hear them plotting through the canvas of my tent
Sneaky little creatures scurry up and down a tree
The squirrels are hiding things from me
A blur of fur, they flit and fuss
The squirrels are hiding things from us
A blur of fur, they flit and fuss
The squirrels are hiding things from us
Be warned
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14. |
I'd Sooner Go Hedging
02:19
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I’d sooner go hedging than build a stone wall
All pick-up-and-place-it and hope it don’t fall
When east winds blow bitter and keen in the trees
I’d sooner lay blackthorn than dry wall and freeze
I’d sooner go hedging, the best thing I know
For anger and anguish and woman-made woe
No matter how hurt or insulted I feel
A tussle with blackthorn will help it to heal
I’d sooner go hedging than read in a book
The more you get thinking the darker things look
Since study and weeping are hard on the eyes
I’d sooner lay blackthorn than learn to be wise
I’d sooner go hedging than writing of verse
All weaving and rhyming as if by a curse
For little men care what a poet may scrawl
But a blackthorn well laid is a pleasure to all
I’d sooner go hedging than seek all my days
For wealth or position or other men’s praise
Plain billhook and axe are the tools of my trade
Six shillings a chain is the rate I am paid
I’d sooner go hedging, but come the next spring
I’ll up and be gone like a bird on the wing
And all I shall miss when I reach my new home
Will be hedges to slash at and blackthorn in bloom
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When first I went to service a nursemaid job I took,
There was me, and Jane the housemaid, and Margaret the cook.
We all of us had followers and the best of all the three
Was that young man from the country what kept company with me.
Fal-de-raa, fal-de-ree
Young man from the country what kept company with me.
The first time he come in to tea the snow lay on the ground.
Next morning Master’s overcoat was nowhere to be found,
And yet I seen it on the peg when I sat down to tea
With that young man from the country what kept company with me.
Fal-de-raa, fal-de-ree
Young man from the country what kept company with me.
When next he came the dinner things were lying all about
For Jane that day was busy, and ’twas Margaret’s ‘Sunday out’.
Two silver forks was stolen, yet no thief did I see
And no more did that young man what kept company with me.
Fal-de-raa, fal-de-ree
No more did that young man what kept company with me.
He came again, and yet again, how often I can’t say,
And things kept going from the house in quite an awful way.
And we couldn’t tell who took ’em, neither Jane nor cook nor me
Nor that young man from the country what kept company with me.
Fal-de-raa, fal-de-ree
Young man from the country what kept company with me.
One day a policeman came for me, my evidence to give,
And I never shall forget it the longest day I live.
I did see in the Old Bailey, condemned for felony,
That young man from the country what kept company with me.
Fal-de-raa, fal-de-ree
Young man from the country what kept company with me.
’Twas him what stole the forks and spoons, ’twas him the coat as took!
I lost my place next morning, so did Jane and so did cook.
Young women all take warning, don’t have followers in to tea
Lest they treat you as that young man from the country treated me.
Fal-de-raa, fal-de-ree
Treat you as that young man from the country treated me.
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16. |
The Weasel
02:25
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The Weasel whizzes through the woods
He sizzles through the brambles
Compared to him a rabbit hobbles
And a whippet ambles
He’s all the heads of here and there
He spins you in a dither
He’s peering out of everywhere
His ten tails hither thither
The Weasel never waits to wonder what he’s after
It’s butchery he wants and blood
And merry belly laughter
And that’s all, that’s all
It’s no good thinking he’s a darling creature
Weight for weight he’s twice a tiger,
Which is what he’d like to teach ya
Oh it’s a lucky thing we’re giants!
It can’t be very nice
Dodging from the Weasel
Down the mazes of the mice
The Weasel never waits to wonder what he’s after
It’s butchery he wants and blood
And merry belly laughter
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17. |
The Boots Were Black
02:34
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Thirty-one years and no conclusion
The boots were black
No-one’s fooled by sly illusion
The boots were black
There’s only one fact you need to know
A truncheon dealt the fatal blow,
But what can you do when the shirts are blue
And the boots are black?
Two fronts clash with opposing view
The boots were black
The dividing line was thin and blue
The boots were black
And the truth that touched a hundred eyes
Is lost among their alibis
But what can you do when the shirts are blue
And the boots are black?
Woooh, the shirts were blue
Woooh, the boots were black
Woooh, the shirts were blue
Observers saw the SPG
The boots were black
Beat a man repeatedly
The boots were black
To suppress a crowd takes blood and guts
Riot shields and truncheon butts
Now what can you do when the shirts are blue
And the boots are black?
Thirty-one years have pushed our patience
The boots were black
Still there is no explanation
The boots were black
In conclusion for defence:
Insufficient evidence
Well what can you do when the shirts are blue
And the boots are black?
Woooh, the shirts were blue
Woooh, the boots were black
Woooh, the shirts were blue
Woooh, the boots were black
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Drunken Sailor
02:42
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What shall we do with a drunken sailor?
What shall we do with a drunken sailor?
What shall we do with a drunken sailor early in the morning?
Put him in the long-boat and make him bail her
Put him in the long-boat and make him bail her
Put him in the long-boat and make him bail her
Early in the morning
Hooray and up she rises, hooray and up she rises
Hooray and up she rises early in the morning
What shall we do with a drunken sailor?
What shall we do with a drunken sailor?
What shall we do with a drunken sailor early in the morning?
Put him in the guardroom till he gets sober
Put him in the guardroom until he gets sober
Put him in the guardroom till he gets sober
Early in the morning
Hooray and up she rises, hooray and up she rises
Hooray and up she rises early in the morning
What shall we do with a drunken sailor?
What shall we do with a drunken sailor?
What shall we do with a drunken sailor early in the morning?
Put him in the scuppers with a hosepipe on him
Put him in the scuppers with a hosepipe on him
Put him in the scuppers with a hosepipe on him
Early in the morning
Hooray and up she rises, hooray and up she rises
Hooray and up she rises early in the morning
And what shall we do with a drunken sailor?
What shall we do with a drunken sailor?
What shall we do with a drunken sailor early in the morning?
Pull out the plug and wet him all over
Pull out the plug and wet him all over
Pull out the plug and wet him all over
Early in the morning
Hooray and up she rises, hooray and up she rises
Hooray and up she rises early in the morning
And what shall we do with a drunken sailor?
What shall we do with a drunken sailor?
What shall we do with a drunken sailor early in the morning?
Shave his belly with a rusty razor
Shave his belly with a rusty razor
Shave his belly with a rusty razor
Early in the morning
Hooray and up she rises, hooray and up she rises
Hooray and up she rises early in the morning
And what shall we do with a drunken sailor?
What shall we do with a drunken sailor?
What shall we do with a drunken sailor early in the morning?
Put him in bed with the captain’s daughter
Put him in bed with the captain’s daughter
Put him in bed with the captain’s daughter
Early in the morning
Hooray and up she rises, hooray and up she rises
Hooray and up she rises early in the morning
Hooray and up she rises, hooray and up she rises
Hooray and up she rises early in the morning
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Paul Carbuncle Nottingham, UK
You can take the lad out of Pluckley but he'll still sing about hops.
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