Fresh Yesterday Lyrics
Big Musgrave
A holiday, a holiday, and all the people dozed
Lord Ormsby's wife went into the town, but everything
was closed
She couldn't get no shopping done, and so she looked
around
And there she saw big Fatty Groves a-lying on the
ground
"Go home, go home, you Fatty Groves, you are a drunken
lout;
Go home, go home, you Fatty Groves, you shouldn't be
let out."
"Oh I can't go home, and I won't go home, and I can't
go home for my life
For the ring off my finger I have lost, I'll be
murdered by me wife
"Well if I am quite frank with you, your wife is not
at home,
For she is in my husband's bed, and she is not alone.
So as I've nothing else to do - no really not a thing
-
I might as well come back with you and help you find
the ring."
A servant who was standing there, just why nobody
knows,
He swore his cronies they should know before the pub
was closed.
And when he come to the broad millstream he did not
see the plank
And in his hurry to carry the news he fell on his
belly and sank.
Big Fatty and Lord Ormsby's wife they hunted high and
wide,
Till Fatty fell upon his bed and she fell by his side.
Big Fatty Groves he got up to go and wash his face,
When he returned Lady Ormsby's husband lay there in
his place.
Saying "Well, I like your feather bed and well, I like
your sheets,
And well, to be frank, I like your wife who lies in my
arms asleep.
"Stay there, stay there," said Fatty Groves, "I shall
not rant and curse
For you have got the better of me and I have got the
worse."
"Stout fellow," said Lady Ormsby's husband, "Taken
like a man."
But in then comes Mrs. Fatty Groves and in amazement
stands.
Saying "How do you like my feather bed, and how do you
like my sheet
And how do you like my curtains that I got in the sale
last week?"
And then up spoke Mrs. Fatty Groves, never heard to
speak so cheap,
" You told me you didn't like your wife, and now with
her you sleep.
Lady Ormsby's husband he jumped up and ran right out
the door,
" I didn't know it was her", he cried, and was never
seen no more.
Fatty fainted clean away at the closeness of the call,
The ladies picked him up, and they leant him against
the wall.
They leant him up against the wall, and that was a
disaster,
For Fatty weighed full twenty stone and the wall just
lathe and plaster.
The wall gave way and Fatty fell, oh Fatty fell
outside,
And when he came to the broad pavement he fell on his
head and he died.
"A grave, a grave," the ladies cried "To bury Fatty
in,
But better you make it extra large, or you won't get
him all in."
"Now isn't that just typical," these ladies they did
say,
" The men can be relied upon to spoil a holiday."
Bored of the Dance
As I walked down to the village hall
I met Charlie leanin' on the wall
" Why are you standin' out here, Char-lee?"
" Cause I am bored of the dance!" said he!
CHORUS: Dance! Dance! What -ever- do they see?
In prancin' round all the time,
said he
I'll leave them all to do it without
me
For I am bored of the dance, said
he!
I come to the dance with my girl, he said
I told her that I'd rather go to bed,
Oh yes I'm sure you would, said she,
But first you'll come and dance with me!
She said, You'll come and dance right now!
But I weren't list'nin' when the caller told us how
They "cast left," but "right" I went
They danced on, but I ended in the "Gents'!"
I drank with the Morris-men, James and John,
They drank with me as the dance went on,
We drank and we drank till it all went black.
It's hard to dance when you're lyin' on your back!
Oh, how she danced on the night they were wed
She danced, he drank, and then they went to bed
There's no more story to be told
She was too hot, and he was out cold!
One Drunken Maiden
My young love she say to me
My mother won't mind
And my father won't care for with drink he is blind
Then she staggered against me and this she did say
Oh it will not be long love, till they're open again
Then she swayed away from me
And she fell down the stairs
And dimly I heard her crash here and crash there
The she went her way homeward just one over the eight
And like the swan of the evening She fell into the
lake
Last night she came to me
Dead drunk she came in
So softly she belched, I could scarce smell the gin
Then she leaned herself on me and this she did say
Oh it will not be long love 'till they're open again