That saved a wretch like me, I once was lost but now am found, Was blind but now I see. Waiting, I crossed the street to her house and I knocked. A flower grows, I believe that somewhere in the darkest night.
Pack up your troubles in your old kit bag. But that was NOT the one we sang. It appeared in a South African musical, WAIT A MINIM! Bbc days of the week song. Thro' streets broad and narrow. Jon Pertwee's venture into the genre is surprisingly collectable … Blame Dr Who. It was cod-Elizabethan in style. I looked across and there I saw Billy. I went into an alehouse I used to frequent, And I told the landlady my money was spent, I asked her for credit, she answered me Nay, Such custom as yours I could have every day.
Three songs have "maid / maiden" in the title. Close your eyes and I'll kiss you, tomorrow I'll. What did I see, Comin' for to carry me home? If the song was written in South Africa and came to the UK by 1962, it made it on its own merit and by a folk process since no recordings existed. Can music save your mortal soul and can you teach me how to dance real slow? But I'll bet the lyrics were doctored, Folk clubs liked a bawdy ballad. Play days of the week song. When's the next time? Helter skelter in a summer swelter. There are words that a modern composer will pepper in to get he effect … maiden, fair, especially fair maiden. Guide me, O thou great Redeemer, Pilgrim through this barren land; I am weak, but thou are mighty, Hold me with thy powerful hand; Bread of heaven, Feed me till I want no more. It's such a feeling. Pack up you troubles in your old kit bag, And smile, smile, smile.
An that's to laugh and smile and dance and sing. This started out trying to remember the words of a rude song, and I was referred to rugby songs lyrics online. Struck down like a hawk, I lie wounded and bleeding. All my memories gather round her. I remember them from school trips, from youth club outings, even round camp fires. It's nothing but rum, sodomy, prayers and the lash.
Copies online range from £20 to £50. A Yale lock skewers any claims to genuine antiquity: Oh say, gentle maiden, may I be your lover. Them good old boys were drinking whiskey and rye singing, "This will be the day that I die. It landed foul on the grass. You know I feel alright. So: There was Malcolm, Malcolm. To celebrate the Six Nations we choose our favourite rugby songs, which will be sung repeatedly over the coming weeks. On Old MacLeod he uses a Scots accent and the chorus tune is borrowed from Knees Up Mother Brown. I see it in a folk club setting. Many of them are really filthy. Yesterday love was such an easy game to play. The days of the week song. They ranged from the mild and acceptable at scout camps (The Quartermaster's Store) to the downright filthy (The Good Ship Venus, Dinah Show Us Your Leg, The Red Flag). And the magic of their singing cast a spell.
'tis I'll be there in sunshine or in shadow. Oh please, say to me. Realised what you're not to do. Comin' for to carry me home; Comin' for to carry me home.
And the mast, a mammoth penis. He was a BBC sound engineer, who started out as Doc Cox on the TV programme That's Life (1982-92) singing smutty songs weekly.