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Date: Thu, 17 Aug 2006 11:33:04 GMT
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On Thu, 17 Aug 2006 06:13:54 GMT, WingedMessenger <Boy@Flying.high>
wrote:
>As I used to sing it many decades ago.
>This must be sung to the worship of copious slurpings of rough scrumpy, a
>cornish pastie (Meat and Potato) dutifuly sliced open and filled with
>fried onions and two thick sizzling hot sausages,
And I still drink the Scrumpy & eat them pasties, cos you're now
talking about my part of the world. I stop short of tha sausages,
though. LOL
>over which is poured
>tomato ketchup (it was in the 50s anyway). Start to walk towards Guzz
>dockyard gates with the accompanying slurpers, and in between bites, sing
>with great gusto, thereby achieving 2 things. (1) The enjoyment of
>filling ones face after a good night out and (2) giving ample warning to
>the Security on Guzz dockyard gate that they are being approached by a
>raucous band of oggie guzzling matelots partaking of a national delicacy,
>the disturbance of which will not be tolerated by those kindly old tars.
>
>Half a pound of Flour and Lard
>Makes a lovely Oggie
>Just enough for you and me
>Cor bugger Janner
>OH how happy us will be
>When we gets to the West Country
>Where the Oggies grow on trees
>Cor bugger Janner.
>
>Jan being to things, the Christian name used in the Netherlands, or the
>nickname given to Cornwall people.
>
>Mercury.
>
You better not get me on long past jingles, for I still fearfully
remember my very, very first. Must have been just 5 years old, my
first day at school, first day ever! And I proudly sang to my father &
mother that childhood poem:-
It's raining, it's pouring;
The old man is snoring.
Went his bed & bumped his head,
And couldn't get up in the morning.
Well, encouraged by the instant applause from parents & older
siblings, I launched into my next piece, only learnt that very day.
In all innocence, with no understanding whatsoever of the words,
poor little Mephi chanted:-
Pa & Ma sat on the lawn,
Pa took out his hairy horn.
Ma said to Pa: "Stick it in me.........
And that's as far as I got...& I landed out in the garden with two
swollen cauliflower ears & was sent to bed without any supper.
I have never forgotten those first three lines, but have no
recollection whatsoever of the 4th .....it was blitzkrieged from my
memory bank in perpetuity. Now, if you know that 4th
line............LOL!
It was my first lesson in the treachery of the Outside World, & my
first experience of the inequity of "Justice". Only 5 years old, & I
already knew I had been wronged. And "Justice" hasn't changed much
since, has it?
Mephi
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