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Lyr Req: alexander's thrashing mill
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Subject: Lyr Req: alexanders thrahsing mill From: gary213 Date: 21 Feb 03 - 07:47 AM Looking for the words to alexanders thrashing mill.. I think that is the title of it. the first line of the chorus is It belongs to alexander, It's a bloody great machine. |
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Subject: Lyr Add: THRASHING MACHINE From: MMario Date: 21 Feb 03 - 09:26 AM There are a couple of threshing songs in the DT - and several old threads as well - but I didn't find anything about Alexander's threshing maching. I did find THIS: THRASHING MACHINE Well, there was an old farmer who lived down in Spain He had a young servant, pretty Molly by name He had a young servant, well, you know what I mean Oh, he wanted to thrash on her thrashing machine Now what about your missus?, Miss Molly did say Oh, to hell with the missus, she's down makin' hay She's down makin' hay where the grass is so green While you and I thrash on your thrashing machine Now, one morning this farmer, not meanin' no harm He invited Miss Molly down back of the barn He invited Miss Molly, well, you know what I mean Oh, he wanted to thrash on her thrashing machine Now, the summer was over, and winter came on And pretty Miss Molly was lookin' so worn She said to the farmer, "You've treated me mean, You dumped all your oats in my thrashing machine" Well, come all ye young maidens and listen to me Don't let an old farmer an inch 'bove your knee For if he can use a pitchfork in between He will want to go thrashing on your thrashing machine |
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Subject: RE: Lyr Req: alexanders thrahsing mill From: gary213 Date: 21 Feb 03 - 04:03 PM That's not the one i think the one i am looking for is a bothy ballad. |
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Subject: RE: Lyr Req: alexanders thrahsing mill From: GUEST,Mac Tattie Date: 21 Feb 03 - 06:29 PM Alexander's Mill was written, in the early 1960's, by Buff Wilson who's father farmed just outside Irvine, Ayrshire. "It belangs tae Alexander, it's a bloody great machine. It's pen'ted rid an yella an it's ony thin' but clean. Bit y'ive got tae work like blazies fur the turn-belts never still. It's a poun'a day, an yer dinner tae, when ye wark the thrashin' mill." No just where did you hear the song? Buff was reputed to write a song a day but I've only heard three and sing two of them. cheers |
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Subject: RE: Lyr Req: alexanders thrahsing mill From: gary213 Date: 22 Feb 03 - 07:27 AM Thats the song i am looking for. I have heard it sung at keith and kirrie festivals by scott gardner but I could'nt find the words anywhere. |
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Subject: Lyr Add: ALEXANDER'S THRASHING MILL (Buff Wilson) From: GUEST Date: 22 Feb 03 - 10:05 AM Aye, Scot Gardner sings this but was a wee bit cagey when I asked about where he got the song. Anyway, here's the words. We've got tae get the mill in, ma faither tae me said Thur's twa stacks in the hay yard bit nethin' in the shed. Sae we climed intae the moter, when we'd feenished wae the kie An made straight fur Alexander's, neer the city o' Dalry. Weel Alexander meet us doon by the kitchen door Wae a couple o his w'anes altho'they say he hud a score We explained the situation an he verry soon agreed, Tae bring allang his thrashin' mill wea his accustomed speed. Chrs. It belangs tae Alexander. It's a bloody great machine It's pented rid an'yella an' it's onithin' bit clean Bit y'ive got tae work like blezies, fur the turn belt's niver still It's a pound a day an' yer dinner tae, when ye work the thrashin'mill. Noo the mull cam in ett seven, we sterted off ett eight But the day wis catastrofic, as ah will soon relate. Fur we hud'ne quite got stertet durty twelve inch rat Cam oot below a hay-rick an' kilt the big black cat Weel Alexander rubbed his hauns an tae ma faither said "It's of these little incedents a thrashin' day in made" When the rat crawled up his trooser leg, he manoveret way great speed He cought it et the kneecap an'chap't in its bloody heid. Chrs. Well we soon hud got some steam up, the forks wur movin'fast An Alexander caught the sheves, as they were flyin' past. He wis catchin', cuttin', bindin', daein' varra weel untill He triped our Nealie's left leg, aye an tummel't in the mill. Weel, the mill it never stop'et, it jist geid wan o' its moans But ah thought ah heard a clunkin' noise as it chrushed up his bones 'Twas the end fur Alexander, a sad an' mourfu' tale Fur his legs cam doon the grain shute an' his heed wis in a pail. Chrs. Weel he never got by the pearly gates St. Peter wis gie brash Bit mabe they'l be wantin' him when it cams time tae thrash When they reap that hevenly harvist, beyond that distant rhill Mabe they'l want a contract wae yon Alexander's Mill. Chrs. Written by Buff Wilson of Irvine, Ayrshire. I heard the song from two or three singers but picked the words up from Duncan Lunnan, writer of science fiction and science fact and, Guss Russell, the late and still badly missed singer, collecter, writer and carrier of songs. Don't ask for the tune, its just the one that goes with the song, you either know it or you don't. Cheers |
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Subject: RE: Lyr Req: alexanders thrahsing mill From: gary213 Date: 22 Feb 03 - 11:14 AM thanks for your help i didn't think i would get it so quick. i know the tune for it. |
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Subject: Lyr Add: alexanders thrahsing mill From: Sorcha Date: 22 Feb 03 - 11:27 AM Add for Guest's post of 22 Feb 03 - 10:05 AM this thread. |
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