| Author | Topic: Add: John Peel | |
| Pip Freeman | Posted - 01 Oct 03 - 12:56 pm | |
John Peel. D'ye ken John Peel with his coat so gay, D'ye ken John Peel at the break of the day, D'ye ken John Peel when he's far, far away, With his hounds and his horn in the morning? Chorus. For the sound of his horn brought me from my bed, And the cry of his hounds which he oft-times led; Peel's view halloo would awaken the dead, Or the fox from his lair in the morning. Yes, I ken John Peel and Ruby too! Ranter and Ringwood, Bellman and True, From a find to a check, from a check to a view, From a view to a death in the morning. Then here's to John Peel from my heart and soul, Let's drink to his health, let's finish the bowl, We'll follow John Peel thro' fair and thro' foul, If we want a good hunt in the morning. D'ye ken John Peel with his coat so gay? He lived at Troutbeck once on a day; Now he has gone far, far, far away; We shall ne'er hear his voice in the morning. Source: The Scottish Students' Songbook. Pub. Bayley and Ferguson. Added to database here | ||
| Jon Freeman | Posted - 08 Oct 03 - 01:29 pm | |
Roud #1239 Words by John Woodstock Graves. Written for his friend, the Cumbrian huntsman, John Peel (1776-1854). The tune is a version of Bonnie Annie which iteslf is believed to derive from the English dance, Red House, printed in The Dancing Master, 1703. To quote from John Peel: The Man and the Song, John Woodcock Graves in his account written in 1863 said: Nearly forty years have now wasted away since John Peel and I sat in a snug parlour at Caldbeck, hunting over again many a good run, when a flaxen-haired daughter of mine came in saying "Father, what do they say to what Granny sings?" Granny was singing to sleep my eldest son with a very old rant called "Bonnie (or Cannie) Annie." The pen and ink for hunting appointments being on the table the idea of writing a song to this old air forced itself on me, and thus was produced, impromptu "D'ye ken John Peel with his coat so gray." Immediately after I sang it to poor Peel, and I well remember saying to him in a joking style, "By Jove, Peel, you'll he sung when we're both run to earth." | ||
| Mr Happy | Posted - 09 Oct 03 - 12:24 pm | |
Here's a variation: D'YE KEN JIM PUBES (Kenneth Williams) D'ye ken Jim Pubes with his splod so bright, As he traddles his nadger in the bright moonlight? He wurdles his posset all through the night, But he can't turn it off in the morning. Oh the sound of his groat threw me from my bed, As he blew up his mooly fit to waken the dead, Oh the noise of his grunge nearly blew off me head, And removed all the paint from the awning. D'ye ken Jim Pubes? Now his splod's turned white, And his nadger's been struck with an awful blight, And he can't find his posset without a light, And he can't turn it on in the morning. Oh his poor old groat, it has sprung a leak, And the sound of his mooly's reduced to a squeak: Though he blows and he blows till he's blue in the eek, We'll no more hear him grunge in the mor-or-or-orning. | ||