| Author | Topic: Add: The cottage thatch'd with straw. | |
| Pip Freeman | Posted - 01 Feb 04 - 06:21 pm | |
The cottage thatch'd with straw. In the days of yore, there sat at his door, An old farmer and thus sang he, 'With my pipe and my glass, I wish every class On the earth were as well as me!' For he envied not any man his lot, The richest, the proudest, he saw, For he had home-brew'd- brown bread, And a cottage well thatch'd with straw, A cottage well thatch'd with straw, And a cottage well thatch'd with straw, For he had home-brew'd, brown bread, And a cottage well thatch'd with straw. 'My dear old dad this snug cottage had, And he got it, I'll tell you how. He won it, I wot, with the best coin got, With the sweat of an honest brow. Then says my old dad, be careful lad To keep out of the lawyer's claw. So you'll have home-brew'd-brown bread, And a cottage well thatch'd with straw. A cottage well thatch'd with straw & c: The ragged, the torn, from my door I don't turn, But I give them a crust of brown; And a drop of good ale, my lad, without fail, For to wash the brown crust down. Tho' rich I may be, it may chance to me, That misfortune should spoil my store, So-I'd lack home-brew'd-brown bread, And a cottage wel thatch'd with straw, A cottage well thatch'd with straw, & c: 'Then in frost and snow to the Church I go, No matter the weather how. And the service and prayer that I put up there, Is to Him who speeds the plough. Sunday saints, i'feck, who cheat all the week, With a ranting and a canting jaw, Not for them is my home-brew'd,- brown bread, And my cottage well thatch'd with straw. My cottage well thatch'd with straw My cottage well thatch'd with straw. Not for them is my home-brew'd- brown bread, And my cottage well thatch'd with straw. Source: Songs of the West by S. Baring-Gould. Notes: The words and the melody were taken down from John Watts, quarry man, Alder, Thrushleton, Devon. This is one of the best known and, next to 'Widdecombe Fair,' most favourite songs of the Devon peasantry. Mr Kidson has noted the song from a Worcestershire man. We have been unable to trace either words or melody, though neither can be earlier than the beginning of the nineteenth century. The song has all the character of a published composition, and no spontaneous composition of a peasant. Added to database here | ||
| dmcg | Posted - 01 Feb 04 - 07:01 pm | |
For a while I thought this one was new to me, but I've decided its one I've not heard for about 30 years. I'm not sure if that is because of a change in fashion or because I moved from the North to the South at that time, so changed clubs. Has anyone heard it 'live' more recently? Edited By dmcg - 01-Feb-2004 07:06:53 PM | ||
| Ed | Posted - 01 Feb 04 - 07:28 pm | |
It's entirely new to me. Mind you, I was only six 30 years ago... | ||
| Pip Freeman | Posted - 02 Feb 04 - 10:25 am | |
Lovely sentiments expressed in this song, as is often seen in old country farming songs, and summed up in the verse on my 'God Speed The Plough' mug. Similar liking of fresh baked bread and home-brewed ale in Mr Happy's 'The Rusty Cold Farmer' I can't imagine today's farmers expressing similar opinions! | ||