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DAVY CROCKETT (THE BALLAD OF DAVY CROCKETT)

DEAD DOG NAMED ROVER

DERBY RAM

DON'T LET THE RAIN FALL DOWN

DUNDERBECK [aka “Johnny Greback”, see below]

DAVY CROCKETT (THE BALLAD OF DAVY CROCKETT)

 

THE BALLAD OF DAVY CROCKETT

Here are a couple of websites wherein you can find all the (many, many!)
verses to The Ballad of Davy Crockett

                          



 

DEAD DOG NAMED ROVER

 

Q from Tina B: Do you have any recollection of a song about a dead dog named
Rover? (See Tina's remarks and query under "Great Green Gobs".) Just
wondering.

 

Note the slight variations in the following:

 

A. Becky E. (a teacher-librarian at a "magnet school for high achievers")
has a much better answer: I don't know how your site works as far as me
contributing, but I know the lyrics to Dead Dog Rover: I remember this song
from the Dr. Demento show, I think: to the tune of "I'm Looking Over, A Four
Leaf Clover"

 

I'm looking over,

My dead dog Rover

I hit with the power mower.

 

One leg is missing,

One leg is gone,

One leg is spread out

All over the lawn.

 

No need explaining

The leg remaining

Is spinning on the far porch floor

 

I'm looking over

My dead dog Rover

Who I overlooked before.

 

I'm looking over

My minced dog Rover

I hit with the power mower.

 

My dog's not eating

He no longer barks

He hit the propeller

and flew into sparks.

 

No need explaining

There's no dog remaining

He's part of the grass you see

 

I'm looking over

My dead dog Rover

I sent to eternity!

 

A2 From: Jodee T. "MY DEAD DOG ROVER"

 

I'm looking over my dead dog Rover,

Who I hit with a power mower.

One leg is missing, the other is gone,

The third leg is scattered all over the lawn.

No need explaining, the one leg remaining,

Is spinning on the car port floor.

I'm looking my dead dog Rover,

Who I over looked before.

 

I'm looking over my minced dog Rover,

Who I hit with a power mower.

My dog's not eating, he no longer barks,

He hit the propeller and turned into sparks.

No need explaining, there's no dog remaining,

He's part of the grass you see.

I'm looking over my dead dog Rover,

Who I sent to eternity.

 

The original song is on "The Best Of Dr. Demento" Hope this helps. Jodee T.

 

A3 From Bette C. I read on your site that someone was inquiring about "My
Dead Dog Rover". I wrote the original song in 1965 when I was 14 years old.
I shared the song with my friends who shared it with their siblings who took
it to various summer camps. I had no idea it spread so far and wide! It is
sung to the tune "I'm Looking Over A Four Leaf Clover" and here are the
original lyrics:

 

A4 (MY) DEAD DOG ROVER by Bette (Daly) Carl

 

I'm running over

My dead dog Rover

That I over-ran before

 

One leg is broken

The other is lame

I ran him over with

My co-co puff train (toot-toot!)

 

Oh what a mess I'm in

When Mom sees the kitchen

With blood staining on the floor

 

I'm running over

My dead dog Rover

That I over-ran before

 

And more about Dead Dog Rover:

 

A5 From: Robert B

 

Howdy!What a fun site! I'm a grandpa too! I have nine beautiful grandkids,
and love 'um all! I even play some of the fun kids songs for them on my
ukulele.

 

I noticed there was a question in the section "Great Green Gobs" section
from a lady by the name of Tina B. She asked about a song "DEAD DOG ROVER."
I might have some info on that for her.

 

There is a man from England that is very popular with music from the 20's,
in fact that is (his) specialty and he plays several instruments, sings, and
is generally a joy to listen to. His name is Ian Whitcomb, and he now lives
in the Los Angeles area in Altadena.

 

Ian has put out many musical CD's and records dating back to the 1960's. One
particular one is "Ian Whitcomb's Comedy Songs" Song # 7 on the disk is "MY
DEAD DOG ROVER." I think that is the one she may be asking about. The song
is to the tune of "I'm over looking a four-leaf clover" but instead you sing
"I'm over looking my dead dog, Rover, who just got run over by my power
mower. . ." Very funny.

The information about this CD can be found at: www.woodpeckerrecords.com

I hope this info helps.

Sincerely, Robert B

 

A6 Another, short version

From: Amy B. Hello: I was purusing your web site and saw someone asking
about a song DEAD DOG ROVER. I remember a song like that and here are the
words I remember. The tune may be the four leaf clover, I don't have a name
for the tune.

 

I'm looking over my dead dog Rover that I over ran with the mower

One leg is missing

the other one's gone

the third one is scattered all over the lawn

There's no explaining the one remaining

the one on the kitchen floor

I looking over my dead dog Rover

that I over ran with the mower.

 

Don't know if that helps, Mrs. B.

 

A7 Nick L. Regarding the information about "My Dead Dog Rover" being played
by Dr Demento. . . "Rover" is used as a victory song (particularly in one
sided wins) by UCLA teams

   Dr Demento got his start on UCLA's student radio station, so this may be
relevant. These are our lyrics, as rewritten by a bandmember in the 60s:

 

We?re looking over our dead dog, Rover,

That we overran tonight (all right!)

One leg is broken, the other is bent,

And in his head, there?s a great big dent.

No need explaining the parts remaining

Are scattered all over the court (next page).

We?re looking over our dead dog, Rover,

That we overran tonight!

    Nicholas L

 

THE DERBY RAM _(see also <_http://grandfolkies.com/ssmp.htm> [2]

From: Graham McD Here’s another verse as sung by the Moreton Bay Bushwackers
(Brisbane, Australia) back in the 60's under the title, "The Ram Of Dalby",
the final verse was:

 

The man who reared this sheep up,

He must be mighty rich,

The man who made this song up,

Is a lying son of a "wet"

 

Adds Graham: Which doesn't rhyme, but things were somewhat different 50
years ago.

 

DUNDERBECK _(see also <_http://grandfolkies.com/ysmp.htm> [3]

From:   Mona C. My grandfather used to take my father with him wherever he
went (he worked

for the railroad as an engineer operating one of the big cranes they used to
lay tracks). Dad learned this in the lumber camps in British Columbia where
they stayed while Grampa was laying tracks .

 

There was a fat old Dutchman

His name was Dunderbeck

He was very fond of sausages

And sauerkraut and 'fet'

He ran a fine old butcher store

The finest ever seen

And he ground up all his sausage meat

In a wonderful machine

 

Oh, Dunderbeck, oh, Dunderbeck

How could you be so mean

I'm sorry you invented

That wonderful machine

For all the cats and long-tail rats

Will never more be seen

They'll all be ground to sausage meat

In Dunderbeck's machine

 

(last verse as we learned it)

One day there was something the matter

The machine she wouldn't go

And Dunderbeck, he crawled inside

To see what made it so

His wife she came along just then

A walking in her sleep

She gave the crank a heckofa yank

And Dunderbeck was meat

 

_And another variant _

From: Loey B K:

Imagine my surprise to find this on the web! The words our dad sang to us
were a bit different, though- I'll go look at your others . . .

 

There was a mean old Dutchman by the name of Dunderbeck.

He was very fond of sausages and sauerkraut and speck.

He owned the biggest butcher shop the finest ever seen

and he got himself a patent on a sausage meat machine.

 

Oh Dunderbeck, oh Dunderbeck how could you be so mean?

You shouldn't have invented that wonderful machine.

For pussycats and water rats will never more be seen.

They'll all be made int' sausage meat in Dunderbeck's machine.

 

One day something the matter was the machine it would not go.

So Dunderbeck he crawled inside the reason for to know.

His wife she had a nightmare and walking in her sleep

She gave the crank an awful yank and Dunderbeck was meat.

 

Marty   Alternate Dunderback lyrics  

             My dad called him _Johnny Greback_. He had a second verse that
my cub scouts love

 

One day a boy came shopping

A-shopping in the store

He bought a pound of sausages and threw them on the floor

The boy, he started whistling

He whistled up a tune

And all the little sausages went dancing around the room

 

Take care,

Marty

 

 

 

  

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