CF-Drink-Sngs-art - 12/18/06
A collection of Campfire Drinking Songs collected by Lord Gyric of Otershaghe. A collection of songs to encourage frivolity and a measure of fun to any campfire comprised of people with a sense of humour and the absurd.
NOTE: See also the files: songs-msg, song-sources-msg, SI-songbook1-art, p-songs-msg, P-Polit-Songs-art, singing-msg, music-lnks, Bardic-Guide-art.
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Campfire Drinking Songs
By
Lord Gyric of Otershaghe
A collection of songs to encourage frivolity and a measure of fun to any campfire comprised of people with a sense of humour and the absurd.
All Songs are public domain, or credited where able. If you know the author of a song, please tell me so I can meet them...
Let
union be in all our hearts
Let all our hearts be joined as one
We'll end the day as we begun
We'll end it all in pleasure.
Chorus:
Right falla-ralla-ralla, Too-rah-lei-do
Right falla-ralla-ralla, Too-rah-lei-do
Right falla-ralla-ralla, Too-rah-lei-do
While we are together.
Good company is what we're here for
Singing, dancing, drinking beer for
Naught that one could shed a tear for
While we are together.
Chorus
Old King Henry in all his glory
Told each wife a different story
Of all the things that we delight in
While we are together.
Chorus
Grab the bottle as it passes
Do not fail to fill your glasses
Water drinkers are dull fellows
While we are together.
Chorus
LOCAL S.C.A.
(Tune: "God Rest Ye Merry Gentlemen")
Arrest these merry gentles, nay, it would be so unkind,
If you'll but wait a moment, sir, we will relieve your mind.
We are not escaped lunatics, so kindly us unbind,
For we are your local S C A, SCA,
For we are your local S C A.
These men aren't wearing dresses, sir, Those are not pantyhose.
No, those are tights and tunics, sir, They are medieval clothes.
And men were really macho then, As everybody knows,
So please do not look upon us that way, that way.
For we are your local S C A.
We recreate past ages, sir, And that is all we do.
Please give our swords and knives to us, We'd like our axes, too.
Return us all our weapons, sir, The act you will not rue,
For we mostly use them for display, display.
For we are your local S C A.
We really are not dangerous Although we like to fight.
We do it on a tourney field, You see, so it's all right.
And we wear lots of armour, too, Like any noble knight,
And use our wooden sticks to whale away, whale away,
For we are your local S C A.
Oh, we pavanne in public, sir, The horse bransle do, also.
Full many a fine feast attend And to a revel go.
And all that night we sing and drink, For free the mead doth flow,
Then drive four hundred miles the next day, the next day.
For we are your local S C A.
We have a King and Prince who do Our loyalty command
This is Three Rivers Barony, The finest in the land.
And we are on our way to court, But not the one you planned.
Oh, please let us go upon our way, our way.
For we are your local S C A.
Arrest these merry gentles, nay, Discretion you should use.
For we are lords and ladies, sir, So how can you refuse.
I say, that is a lady, sir, You should not her abuse.
It is not genteel to act this way, this way,
And lock up your local S C A.
WHEN I WAS A YOUNG GIRL
-L. Crowe
(Tune: "The Ash Grove")
When I was a young girl and very protected
I thought that the Mongols were to be decried.
But now I am older, and I found out different,
I've learned that a Mongol shall not be denied!
And I say to myself, this is not as I planned,
This burning and sacking and looting of towns!
I could have been Queen, but things turned out different;
And if you've a knife, you've no need for a Crown!
One day I went walking, one morning for pleasure,
I there met the Mongol who soon changed my life!
He had me; I had him; we then had each other,
I bore him a son, and he took me to wife!
And I say to myself, as I dress for the War,
In leathers and furs with my braids hanging down:
My life may be strange, but it never is boring!
And if you've a knife, you've no need for a Crown!
WHEN I WAS A YOUNG MAN
-Peter S. Beagle
(Tune: "The Ash Grove")
When I was a young man and very well thought of
I couldn't ask aught that the ladies denied
I nibbled their hearts like a handful of raisins
And I never spoke love but I knew that I lied.
But I said to myself Ah, they none of them know
The secret I shelter and savor and save
I wait for the one who will see through my seeming
And I'll know when I love by the way I behave.
The years drifted over like clouds in the heavens
The ladies went by me like snow on the wind
I charmed and I cheated, deceived and dissembled
And I sinned and I sinned and I sinned and I sinned
But I said to myself, ah, they none of them see
There's part of me pure as the whisk of a wave
My lady is late but she'll find I've been faithful
And I'll know when I love by the way I behave.
At last came a lady both knowing and tender
Saying you're not at all what they take you to be
I betrayed her before she had quite finished speaking
And she swallowed cold poison and jumped in the sea
And I say to myself when there's time for a word
As I gracefully grow more debauched and depraved
Ah, love may be strong, but a habit is stronger
And I knew when I loved by the way I behaved
Now
I've often heard it said from me father and me mother
That the
going to a wedding is the making of another
Well, if this
be so, I will go without a biddin'
O kind
providence, won't you send me to a wedding
And its O dear me, how would it be,
If I
die an old maid in a garret
Well, now there's my sister Jean, she's not
handsome or good looking
Scarcely
sixteen and a fella she was courting
Now
she's twenty-four with a son and a daughter
Here
am I at forty-four and I've never had an offer
I can cook and I can sew and I can keep the house
right tidy
Rise
up in the morning and get the breakfast ready
There's
nothing in this wide world would make me half so cheery
As a
wee fat man to call me his own deary
And its O dear me, how would it be,
If I
die an old maid in a garret
Now come landsman, come townsman, come tinker or
come tailor
Come
fiddler or come dancer, come ploughboy or come sailor
Come
rich man, come poor man, come fool or come witty
Come
any man at all won't you marry out of pity
Well now I'm away home for there's nobody's heeding
Nobody's
heeding to poor old Trudy's pleading
I'll
hie the way home to my own lonesome garret
If I
can't get a man, then I'll surely get a pirate.
Beer, Beer, Beer, Tiddily Beer, Beer, Beer, Beer...
A long time ago, way back in history
When all there was to drink was nothing but cup of tea
A long came a man by the name of Charlie Mops
And he invented a wonderful drink and he made it out of hops.
Oh, he might have been an admiral, a sultan or a
King
And to his praises we will always sing,
Look what he has done for us; he's filled our lives with cheer
The Lord bless Charlie Mops the man who invented beer.
Beer, Beer, Beer, Tiddily Beer, Beer, Beer, Beer...
A barrel of malt a bushel of hops you stir it
around with a stick
The kind of lubrication that make your engine tick
Forty pints of wallop a day will keep away the cracks
It's only two and fifty pounds a pint, and five percent in tax!
The White Heart, The Dragon Inn, the Royal Oak as
well
One thing you can be sure of it's Charlie's beer they sell
Come on all ye lucky lads at eleven o'clock she stops
Five short seconds to remember Charlie Mops
One... Two... Three... Four... Five...
Oh, he might have been an admiral, a sultan or a
King
And to his praises we will always sing,
Look what he has done for us; he's filled our lives with cheer
The Lord bless Charlie Mops the man who invented beer.
Beer, Beer, Beer, Tiddily Beer, Beer, Beer, Beer...
Chorus
Landlord fill the flowing bowl until it doth run over
Landlord fill the flowing bowl until it doth run over
For tonight we'll be merry, merry be
For tonight we'll be merry, merry be
Tomorrow we'll be sober.
Here's to the man who drinks dark ale and goes to
bed right mellow
Here's to the man who drinks dark ale and goes to bed right mellow
He lives as he ought to live
He lives as he ought to live
And he dies a damn good fellow.
Chorus
Here's to the man drinks water pure and goes to bed
right sober
Here's to the man drinks water pure and goes to bed right sober
He falls as the leaves do fall
He falls as the leaves do fall
He'll be dead by next October.
Chorus
Here's to the lass who steals a kiss and runs to
tell her mother
Here's to the lass who steals a kiss and runs to tell her mother
She's a foolish, foolish thing
She's a foolish, foolish thing
For she'll never get another.
Chorus
Here's to the lass who steals a kiss and stays to
get another
Here's to the lass who steals a kiss and stays to get another
She's a boon to all mankind
She's a boon to all mankind
And soon she'll be a mother.
Chorus
Kind
friends and companions come join me in rhyme
Come lift up your voices in chorus with mine
Let us drink and be merry, all grief to refrain
For this company might never all meet here again.
Chorus:
So here's a health to the company, and one to my lass
Let us drink and be merry, all out of one glass
Let us drink and be merry, all grief to refrain
For this company might never all meet here again.
So here's a health to the wee lass, that I love so
well
For style and for beauty there's none can excell
She smiles upon my countenance as she sits upon my knee
Sure, there's no-one on earth who's as happy as me.
Chorus
So here's a health to their majesties, that we love
so well
For wit and for wisdom there's none can excell
With wit and with wisdom they rule our country
Sure, there's no one on earth who's as happy as we.
Chorus
Our ship lies at harbor, she's ready to dock
I wish her safe landed without any shock
If ever I should meet you by land or by sea
I will always remember your kindness to me.
Chorus
Here's a health to the Blacksmith
Who kindled my flame
And one to the chandler who lit it again
Come landlord and brewer pray generous be
For were gathered together with dear company.
Chorus
What
are the joys of the single young man?
Why Boozin, Bloody well Boozin'
And what is he doing whenever he can?
Why Boozin', Bloody well Boozin'
You may think I'm wrong and you may thing I'm right
I don't want to argue, I know you can fight
But what do you think we'll be doing tonight?
Why Boozin', Bloody well Boozin'.
Chorus:
Boozin', Boozin' just you and I
Boozin', Boozin', when we are dry
Some do it openly, some on the sly
But we all are bloody well Boozin'.
What are the joys of the poor married man?
Why Boozin', Bloody well Boozin'.
And what is he doing whenever he can?
Why Boozin', Bloody well Boozin'.
He goes out at night and makes many a call
He come home quite late and he gives his wife all
But what brings him home hanging on to the wall?
Why Boozin', Bloody well Boozin'.
Chorus
Why do the priests and the bishops run down?
Why Boozin', Bloody well Boozin'.
And what are they damning in every town?
Why Boozin', Bloody well Boozin'.
The stand on the street corners, they rant and they shout
They shout about things they know nothing about
(Hark the Harold Angles sing, beer's the cure for everything)
But what are they doing when the lights are all out?
Why Boozin', Bloody well Boozin'.
Chorus
Chorus:
Well, it's all for me grog
Me jolly, jolly grog
Its all gone for beer and tobacco
For I spent up all me tin, on the lassies drinking gin
And across the western ocean I must wander.
Well, it's all for me hat
Me jolly, jolly hat,
Its all gone for beer and tobacco
For the brim is all worn out and the feather's kicked about
And me head is looking out for better weather
Chorus
Well, it's all for me shirt
Me jolly, jolly shirt
Its all gone for beer and tobacco
For the sleeves are all worn out, the lapel is kicked about
And me chest is looking out for better weather
Chorus
Well, it's all for me pants
Me jolly, jolly pants
Its all gone for beer and tobacco
For the legs are all worn out, and the cuffs are kicked about
And me arse is looking out for better weather
Chorus
Well, it's all for me bed
Me jolly, jolly bed
Its all gone for beer and tobacco
For I leant it to a whore, and she broke it to the floor
And the springs are looking out for better weather
Chorus
I've
been a wild rover for many a year
And I spent all my money on whiskey and beer
And now I'm returning with gold in great store
And I never will play the wild rover no more.
Chorus:
And it's no, nay, never, (right up yer Kilt!)
No nay never no more,
Will I play the wild rover
No never no more.
I went to an ale-house I used to frequent
And I told the landlady my money was spent.
I asked her for credit, she answered me, "Nay
Such a custom as yours I could have any day."
Chorus
I took from my pocket ten sovereigns bright
And the landlady's eyes opened wide with delight.
She said "I have whiskey and wines of the best
And the words that I spoke sure were only in jest."
Chorus
I'll go home to my parents, confess what I've done
And I'll ask them to pardon their prodigal son.
And if they forgive me as ofttimes before
Sure I never will play the wild rover no more.
Chorus
The Cockerell Song
by Ivor Biggun
From the Album: "More Filth! Dirt Cheap"
Some folks
like a pussy, a budgie or a tit
Some take up
with a Spaniel pup
That fills up
the house with [woof, woof] shit
Myself now I
keep chickens
And I've a
favourite one
He's Dick my
little cockerel
And I don't
know where he's gone
[Chorus]
Has anyone
seen my cock
My big Rhode
Island Red
He's mostly
pink with a little bit of blue
And purple on
his head
He stands
straight up in the morning
And he gives
my wife a shock [scream]
Has anybody
seen, anybody seen
Anybody,
anybody seen my cock
He's a stiff
necked little upstart
And I've known
him all my life
He's my pride
and pleasure
And a torment
to my wife
Sometimes he's
magnificent
And sometimes
small and thin
But he puffs
up like a pigeon
When you
tickle him under the chin
Chorus
He has two
enormous wattles hanging down
They're the
best you'll ever find
Madam, you may
stroke him if you like
If you feel
that way inclined
Be careful he
doesn't spit in your eye though
Chorus x 2
Has anybody
seen, anybody seen
Anybody,
anybody seen his cock
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