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Subject: OLDHAM TINKERS LYRICS WANTED From: Date: 01 Apr 98 - 02:01 PM WANTED - lyrics to Poor Little Hauve Timer - see thread of that name - PLEASE! |
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Subject: RE: OLDHAM TINKERS LYRICS WANTED From: Pete M Date: 06 Apr 98 - 07:18 PM Sorry I haven't got a copy of the recording, if you post the poem refered to in the original thread, I'm sure some one can translate. I would guess the "hauve" translates to "half" just going on phonetics, but really need the context.
Pete M |
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Subject: RE: OLDHAM TINKERS LYRICS WANTED From: GUEST Date: 07 Dec 04 - 10:43 AM hauve means half the kids went to school half of the day and worked the other half thats a lot of halfs |
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Subject: RE: OLDHAM TINKERS LYRICS WANTED From: GUEST Date: 07 Dec 04 - 10:44 AM anyone got the lyrics for john willies ferret please |
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Subject: Lyr Add: JOHN WILLY'S FERRET From: PennyBlack Date: 07 Dec 04 - 01:04 PM there you go PB I was there, so were you, The Mayor and the Vicar and the council too, All the Lords and Ladies on full view, The night John Willy took his ferret to a do Well he jumped upon the table and he landed in the sauce, He patterned all the table with his dirty little paws. "Oh!" said the Vicar's wife, "This rabbit isn't dead!" As he nibbled at the glue around the wig upon her head. chorus He ran around her collar, and down her front he tore, He wriggled down her knicker leg, and danced upon the floor. "Oh!" said the Vicar, "That's a sewer rat I'm sure!" "If that's the case," his wife replied, "I wish we had some more." chorus He stamped across the lettuce, and he nibbled at the peas, He dribbled all the gravy down the Mayor's knocky knees. Then, to quench his ferret thirst, he'd half a pint of shandy, And he's relieved his little self in Mrs. Riley's brandy. chorus He ran up and down the curtains and he swam across the punch, He herded all the ladies in a corner, in a bunch, And then to end his escapade, he did a little quickie, He ran up the Vicar's trouser leg and nibbled at his jacket. chorus Well they caught the little bugger and they put him in a box, They gave him anaesthetic from the Vicar's sweaty sock. Then finally they got him to the Mayor's car and then, They took him back as quick as hell to Old John Willy's pen. chorus |
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Subject: RE: OLDHAM TINKERS LYRICS WANTED From: oombanjo Date: 07 Dec 04 - 05:20 PM Sorry, I dont have, Hauve timer but if you want any from (Best of the Bunch) let me know. |
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Subject: RE: OLDHAM TINKERS LYRICS WANTED From: GUEST,Tony Date: 07 Dec 04 - 11:58 PM Has anyone got the lyrics for Billy Winker? Starts: Billy Winker drove a cart for a brewer down at t'shay |
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Subject: RE: OLDHAM TINKERS LYRICS WANTED From: GUEST,Bill of Radclife Date: 26 Feb 05 - 09:52 AM Billy Winker drove a cart For a brewer don at t'Shay.. With full ale barrels 'e'd start on a jouney ev'ry day empty kegs he'd get from some .. but the shameful truth to tell.. when, wi th'empties he came whoam. ..he were oft brim full 'is self *** Oh.. Billy , what a mon Lifes last baudle soon tha spent Now tha's supped all th'ale tha con it were gettin time tha went. Bill grew fat and he grew fatter, wi' shame 'is face and nose turned pink. He'd fergetten t'taste o' watter since he'd ta'n to mix his drink and so it is bad 'abits floor t'best o' folks as live by sweat, If he'd stuck to milk it's sure Billy could've been 'ere yet. *** Billys master, (soft in t'yed) called 'is mon in one fine day.. "here's nine gallons lad" 'e said "Tak it whoam .. there's nowt to pay. Tha can sup it well ah think or tha's lied about be folk, set thiself to side this drink, an ah'll time thee just for t'joke." Sorry incomplete .. memory's lapsing in my old age. Maybe some one else can fill the gaps. At least, it's a start. |
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Subject: RE: Lyr Req: song by Oldham Tinkers From: GUEST,Jimbob Date: 27 Mar 06 - 04:52 PM Hope someone can help with this one, I thinks its a 'Tinkers song but I'm not sure. I heard it a couple of years ago and its something about a dog who comes from Wigan called Kevin, or something. Totally vague but I've googled it and searched through the first hundred pages of results without success!!! Of course I could be on completely the wrong track!! Many thanks for any help. |
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Subject: RE: Lyr Req: song by Oldham Tinkers From: Mark Dowding Date: 28 Mar 06 - 02:43 AM The Fivepenny Piece did a song called "Pete was a lonely mongrel dog who lived in central Wigan" - is that the one you're after Jimbob? I've got the words at home somewhere. Cheers Mark |
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Subject: RE: Lyr Req: song by Oldham Tinkers From: Dave the Gnome Date: 28 Mar 06 - 08:47 AM Larry (or was it Gerry?) used to say his dog was called Grieg. All it could do were pee agin t'suite... :D (tG) |
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Subject: RE: Lyr Req: song by Oldham Tinkers From: GUEST,Jimbob Date: 28 Mar 06 - 01:00 PM Mark, you've hit t'nail on t'ead there! Fivepenny Piece, of course! Thats been bugging me all weekend (and most of my colleagues at work today... or should that be I've been bugging my colleagues at work today!). Was never any good at remembering names! If you could post the lyrics at your convenience that would be reet grand! Cheers Mark, Jimbob |
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Subject: RE: Lyr Req: songs from The Oldham Tinkers From: Charmain Date: 22 Apr 06 - 08:15 AM I had lost the words to the second verse and found them here - thankyou - this is the complete song I think! Billy Winker drove a cart For a brewer down at t'Shay.. With full ale barrels 'e'd start on 'is journey ev'ry day empty kegs he'd get from some .. but the shameful truth to tell.. when, wi th'empties he came whoam. ..he were oft brim full 'is self Oh.. Billy , what a mon Lifes last baudle soon tha spent Now tha's supped all th'ale tha con it were gettin time tha went. Customers ne'er thinkin' wrong Used to gi im allowance glassess Mild or bitter, weak or strong Every make from Coops to bassess Winker always sattled lot Out were 'ee 'is spark to sleck Jug or bottle Glass or Pot 'Ee would empty down 'is neck Bill grew fat and he grew fatter, wi' shame 'is face and nose turned pink. He'd fergetten t'taste o' watter since he'd ta'n to mix his drink and so it is bad 'abits floor t'best o' folks as live by sweat, If he'd stuck to milk it's sure Billy could've been 'ere yet. Billys master, (soft in t'yed) called 'is mon in one fine day.. "here's nine gallons lad" 'e said "Tak it whoam .. there's nowt to pay. Tha can sup it well ah think or tha's lied about be folk, set thiself to side this drink, an ah'll time thee just for t'joke." Billy thanked 'im with a grin Barrel on 'is shoulder cocked Tak it Wom an' safely in Front and Back is doors he locked Drops his load and down he sits Buckling from a days hard work Th'ale soon fast began to flit It were all well gone bi' dark Come next morning nine o'clock In t't'master Billy went Standing steady as a rock Fillin' spot wi' balmy scent Gone bi now 'is master cried Billy Winker thart a cure "Gone why Mon to tell no lie For us supper ad to fotch some more" |
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Subject: RE: Lyr Req: songs from The Oldham Tinkers From: Scrump Date: 22 Apr 06 - 10:32 AM From memory, the song "Pete was a lonely mongrel dog who lived in central Wigan (Lancashire)" (to give it its official full title!) starts: Pete was a lonely mongrel dog who lived in central Wigan He had a great thought one winter's day while out for bones a-diggin' He'd change his life and he'd change his ways and a sailor man he'd be So he packed his tail, buried his bone, and off to sea went he. Off to sea went, off to sea went, off to sea went he, Off to sea went, off to sea went, off to sea went he. It's available on the 'Very Best of the Fivepenny Piece' CD (EMI). HTH Scrump |
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Subject: Lyr Add: BILLY WINKER From: Charmain Date: 30 Apr 06 - 06:43 PM This is the complete song I think! Billy Winker drove a cart For a brewer down at t'Shay.. With full ale barrels 'e'd start on 'is journey ev'ry day empty kegs he'd get from some .. but the shameful truth to tell.. when, wi th'empties he came whoam. ..he were oft brim full 'is self Oh.. Billy , what a mon Lifes last baudle soon tha spent Now tha's supped all th'ale tha con it were gettin time tha went. Customers ne'er thinkin' wrong Used to gi im allowance glassess Mild or bitter, weak or strong Every make from Coops to bassess Winker always sattled lot Out were 'ee 'is spark to sleck Jug or bottle Glass or Pot 'Ee would empty down 'is neck Bill grew fat and he grew fatter, wi' shame 'is face and nose turned pink. He'd fergetten t'taste o' watter since he'd ta'n to mix his drink and so it is bad 'abits floor t'best o' folks as live by sweat, If he'd stuck to milk it's sure Billy could've been 'ere yet. Billys master, (soft in t'yed) called 'is mon in one fine day.. "here's nine gallons lad" 'e said "Tak it whoam .. there's nowt to pay. Tha can sup it well ah think or tha's lied about be folk, set thiself to side this drink, an ah'll time thee just for t'joke." Billy thanked 'im with a grin Barrel on 'is shoulder cocked Tak it Wom an' safely in Front and Back is doors he locked Drops his load and down he sits Buckling from a days hard work Th'ale soon fast began to flit It were all well gone bi' dark Come next morning nine o'clock In t't'master Billy went Standing steady as a rock Fillin' spot wi' balmy scent Gone bi now 'is master cried Billy Winker thart a cure "Gone why Mon to tell no lie For us supper ad to fotch some more" |
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Subject: RE: Lyr Req: songs from The Oldham Tinkers From: GUEST,nick Date: 13 Jun 06 - 06:59 PM any body know the lyrics to johhny bugger? |
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Subject: RE: Lyr Req: songs from The Oldham Tinkers From: Peace Date: 13 Jun 06 - 07:04 PM See your other thread, I think. |
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Subject: RE: Lyr Req: songs from The Oldham Tinkers From: GUEST,Neil Date: 18 Aug 06 - 11:32 AM Can anyone help with the lyrics to 'King Cotton' by Fivepenny Piece? Thanks |
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Subject: Lyr Add: KING COTTON From: John MacKenzie Date: 18 Aug 06 - 12:08 PM King Cotton 1. See how the lint flies over the moor-land See how the smoke in the valley clings See how the slate roofs shine in the drizzle This is the valley where cotton is king 2. Sleep is washed from their broken faces Tattered clothes on the flesh does cling Dust in the lungs and their bodies twisted This is the valley where cotton is king 3. Work all day to the looms hard rhythm Toil and sweat till your tired bones ring Crawl back home as the gaslight flickers This is the valley where cotton is king 4. This is the land where children labour Where life and death seem the self same thing Where many work that a few might prosper This is the valley where cotton is king 5. See how the lint flies over the moor-land See how the smoke in the valley clings See how the slate roofs shine in the drizzle This is the valley where cotton is king Giok |
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Subject: RE: Lyr Req: songs from The Oldham Tinkers From: John MacKenzie Date: 18 Aug 06 - 12:12 PM Taken from Here BTW. G |
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Subject: RE: Lyr Req: songs from The Oldham Tinkers From: andrewq Date: 18 Aug 06 - 12:47 PM That's a different "King Cotton". The Fivepenny Piece song begins "King Cotton came to Lancashire, a green and pleasant land...". Sorry I don't remember the rest, but the group has a site at http://www.5pp.co.uk |
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Subject: Lyr Add: POOR LITTLE HAUVE TIMER From: Dave (the ancient mariner) Date: 18 Aug 06 - 03:45 PM POOR LITTLE HAUVE TIMER From The Oldham Tinkers album "Sit Thee Down" 1. Where is our John, stood all forlorn, Who used to get up at break of morn, Spend 'alf a day working and 'alf on a form, Poor little half timer! 2. It neer did him good, sighing and sobbing. He stuck out his chest like little cock robin, But sitting in school, his head would keep nodding. Poor little half timer! 3. He had no time to comb his locks, For looking around to find his socks. Under his arm, his breakfast box. Poor little half timer! 4. Learning squares is fine three? folk Oft-times a boot the roughest of jokes But just like a blotter? the lessons he took. Poor little half timer! 5. Learning to tube? to fetch and carry, Discoverin' difference 'tween starin' an' tarry. Se'ert th' minder playin' old Harry. Poor little half timer! 6. He thought a filly when they sent him a brewin' But minder 'ud tell 'im mind what t'art doin' And of't times his clogs would be 'is undoing. Poor little half timer! 7. Now they see no work till turned fifteen, An' finer young childer an never been seen. Oh what a difference there is between! Poor little half timer! |
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Subject: RE: Lyr Req: songs from The Oldham Tinkers From: Jim Dixon Date: 20 Aug 06 - 07:34 PM The Fivepenny Piece web site says KING COTTON was written by John Meeks and Colin Radcliffe. The song KING COTTON appears on the following Fivepenny Piece albums: LP "King Cotton," EMI EMC #3129, 1976; LP "The Very Best of Fivepenny Piece," Columbia SCX 6612, 1979; CD "Fivepenny Piece," EMI IDEAL CDP 7 96079 2, 1991; CD "The Very Best of Fivepenny Piece," MFP 94354 2, 1991 (1998); CD "The Fivepenny Piece Collection," EMI Gold 3629292, 2006; And on one John Meeks album: CD "Just Me and Some of Mi Songs," Wednesday Music JMSLJ04, 2004. I found a few sound samples, but found them hard to understand: ...built his chimneys tall and strong on ... and grimy mills And crammed the houses in between. Thank God he left the hills! They lived in houses squashed in rows, while ... invention A life of toil with few rewards, no substitute for.... |
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Subject: RE: Lyr Req: songs from The Oldham Tinkers From: Scrump Date: 22 Aug 06 - 04:34 AM Jim, the verse you quoted is as follows (the bits I've altered from yours are italicised, if I get it right that is): He built his chimneys tall and strong on fierce and grimy mills And crammed the houses in between. Thank God he left the hills! They lived in houses squashed in rows, while owners ate in mansions A life of toil with few rewards, no substitute for pensions That's the 2nd verse. The 1st verse is: King Cotton came to Lancashire, a green and pleasant land And on the people tall and strong he placed his mighty hand His shadow spread from far and wide, he gripped them in his spell He let the people work with pride, but gave them living hell There are a couple more verses - if anyone wants to know them, I'll try and remember them or look them up. |
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Subject: RE: Lyr Req: song by fivepenny piece,fine feathers From: GUEST,Jayemm Date: 11 Apr 07 - 01:17 PM Does any one know the lyrics to Fine Feathers by the Fivepenny piece? The song begins (I think) 'She's wearing her Whitsuntide Clothes' Thanks |
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Subject: RE: Lyr Req: song by Oldham Tinkers From: GUEST,lawrence Date: 30 Jun 08 - 02:59 PM Just a test to see if these messages get through or if I should stop bothering. |
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Subject: RE: Lyr Req: song by Oldham Tinkers From: GUEST Date: 30 Jun 08 - 03:01 PM This is a re-send - didn't make it last time: There are a couple of lines in the "Half Timer" song which I remember differently from the version here: Verse 1 line 1 Where is that youngster all forlorn Verse 4 lines 1&2 Learnin' t'ways of factory folk Oftimes the butt o' t'roughest o' jokes Verse 5 line 3 Feart (feared) o' t'minder playin' owd Harry Cheers, Lawrence |
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Subject: RE: Lyr Req: song by Oldham Tinkers From: GUEST,ANDY Date: 07 Feb 09 - 01:54 PM I'D LIKE THE WORDS TO 'THE LARK'ITS ON THE LANCASHIRE BAND ALBUM. CHEERS ANDY |
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Subject: Lyr Add: THE LARK (from Oldham Tinkers) From: wyrdolafr Date: 08 Feb 09 - 01:22 PM I've not heard this in a while, so it gave me a excuse to play it and work/write it out. The Lark I heard a lark, in flight and song and I looked and listened as I walked along I asked her what vision inspired her sweet lilt in terrain hardly barren and hardly yet built and she told me what she sang of... She sang of a river though barely a stream by which bluebells and heather and winberry teem near an old mill where trout are there to be seen and its banks that boast myriads of yellows and greens and folk come with guns to shoot heron... Then my songstress sang of the village of Delph with a tune so enchanting I warbled myself of dwellings so rustric and pastoral they calm so contented, so restful, so peaceful, so warm where folk come to get drunk on Whit Friday... Then she sang of a meadow by a river of sorts where her 26 men fought a battle in shorts without effort, she to her fair altitude soared then she dropped like a stone and she whistled the score screaming 'Saddleworth, that's not enough'... But when she gave me the sad tones of High Moor Of the fly-tipping sites, well her throat warbled sore an' t'wasn't only the eye-sore that burgled her breath t'was the sound of a slug as it heralded death but larks still sings on High Moor... |
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Subject: Lyr Add: JOHN WILLIE'S FERRET (The Oldham Tinkers) From: GUEST,Phil Date: 01 Feb 10 - 07:27 PM JOHN WILLIE'S FERRET. CHORUS: I was there. So were you, The mayor and the vicar, all the council too, With the wives and ladies on full view, The night John Willie took his ferret to a do. 1. He slipped his lead with some butter from the sauce. He patterned all the table with his dirty little paws. "Oh!" said the Vicar's wife. "This rabbit isn't dead!" As he danced a little jig around the hat upon her head. 2. He ran down her collar, and down the front he tore. He wriggled down her knicker leg and danced upon the floor. "Oh!" said the Vicar. "That's a sewer rat I'm sure!" "Well, If that's the case," his wife replied, "I wish we had some more." 3. He ran through the soup and he nibbled at the peas. He dribbled all the gravy down the mayor's knocky knees, And then he quenched his ferret's thirst with half a pint of shandy, And then relieved his little self in Mrs. Briley's brandy. 4. Well, the ladies left their tables and began to dance with fright. They shouted out in panic at the little ferret's sight. He nibbled at their stockings and he tickled all their knees, And the vicar's wife kept shouting. "Give me some o' that, please." 5. He ran up and down the curtains and he swam about the punch. He herded all the ladies in a corner in a bunch, And just to end the escapade, he did a little quickie. He ran up the speaker's dinner suit and nibbled at his collar. 6. Well, they caught the little fella and they put him in a box. They gave him anaesthetic from the vicar's woolly socks. They sang him "Annie Laurie" in the mayor's own car and then They got him back as fast as hell to John Willie's pen. |
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Subject: RE: Lyr Req: songs by Oldham Tinkers From: GUEST,IanA Date: 09 Nov 10 - 06:09 PM Annie Laurie? |
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Subject: RE: Lyr Req: songs by Oldham Tinkers From: GUEST,Keith Holden Date: 27 Dec 13 - 06:42 PM Has anyone got the words to Dads Medals please |
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Subject: RE: Lyr Req: songs by Oldham Tinkers From: GUEST,glossop Date: 21 Jul 15 - 08:04 PM Has anyone got the words to nobbut a cockstride away. Thanks |
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Subject: RE: Lyr Req: songs by Oldham Tinkers From: GeoffLawes Date: 22 Jul 15 - 09:38 AM You will find a lot of the Oldham Tinkers' lyrics on their website Lyrics Oldham Tinkers -Geoff |
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Subject: RE: Lyr Req: songs by Oldham Tinkers From: GUEST,Ray Date: 22 Jul 15 - 01:14 PM Have the Tinkers ever done "No'but a Cockstride Away"? I thought it was one of Garry & Vera Aspey's songs - although it must be forty years since I've seen them! |
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Subject: RE: Lyr Req: songs by Oldham Tinkers From: Snuffy Date: 22 Jul 15 - 01:22 PM It was sung by Mary Kershaw on the Owdham Edge LP |
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Subject: RE: Lyr Req: songs by Oldham Tinkers From: GUEST,Ray Date: 23 Jul 15 - 12:49 PM Would that be Harvey's wife? Met Harvey many years ago but I don't think I ever met Mary. |
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Subject: RE: Lyr Req: songs by Oldham Tinkers From: GUEST Date: 23 Jul 15 - 07:49 PM Mary Kershaw wrote it and recorded it. The oldham tinkers also sang it, - and I have listened to both. And I can't catch some of the words. Second verse If weaving were bad, sometimes I'd get Mad were Fein to go home to.my take When,,,,,,,,,,,,, I found quietness and peace They were nobbut a cockstride away 3rd verse In life you'll find, it's ,,,,,,,,,,,, mind 5th verse When your,,,,,,,, with care donna mope or despair No matter what sceptics would say Lift your ,,,,,,,,,, trust he good Lord Abu For he's nobbut a cockstride away. Can't seem to find the lyrics anywhere. IF anyone can help, I would be really grateful xx |
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