Wings5797
A Fixture
Hello Planeteers,
With the return of the long missing Current Bun I got my little tractor out yesterday and spent the day grass mowing. After a number of hours, with the Sun poaching my brain, I started to mull over some of the old silly songs that emanated in the days of yaw.
An all time favourite of mine was The National Anthem of the Ancient Britons. I will just put the words here but I will not be putting my rendition onto You Tube.
(Sing to the tune: Men of Harlech)
What's the use of wearing braces ?
Vests and pants and boots with laces ?
Spats and hats you buy in places
Down the Brompton Road ?
What's the use of shirts of cotton ?
Studs that always get forgotten ?
These affairs are simply rotten,
Better far is woad.
Woad's the stuff to show men.
Woad to scare your foemen.
Boil it to a brilliant hue
And rub it on your back and your abdomen.
Ancient Briton ne'er did hit on
Anything as good as woad to fit on
Neck or knees or where you sit on.
Tailors you be blowed !!
Romans came across the channel
All dressed up in tin and flannel
Half a pint of woad per man'll
Dress us more than these.
Saxons you can waste your stitches
Building beds for bugs in britchesWe have woad to clothe us which is
Not a nest for fleas
Romans keep your armours.
Saxons your pyjamas.
Hairy coats were made for goats,
Gorillas, yaks, retriever dogs and llamas
Climb up Snowdon with your woad on,
Never mind if you get rained or blowed on
Never want a button sewed on.
Go it Ancient B's !!
This version was written by W. Hope Jones, mathematics master at Eton College.
Do you fine fellows have any silly songs that you may like to share with us?
All the very best and good health,
Keith
With the return of the long missing Current Bun I got my little tractor out yesterday and spent the day grass mowing. After a number of hours, with the Sun poaching my brain, I started to mull over some of the old silly songs that emanated in the days of yaw.
An all time favourite of mine was The National Anthem of the Ancient Britons. I will just put the words here but I will not be putting my rendition onto You Tube.
(Sing to the tune: Men of Harlech)
What's the use of wearing braces ?
Vests and pants and boots with laces ?
Spats and hats you buy in places
Down the Brompton Road ?
What's the use of shirts of cotton ?
Studs that always get forgotten ?
These affairs are simply rotten,
Better far is woad.
Woad's the stuff to show men.
Woad to scare your foemen.
Boil it to a brilliant hue
And rub it on your back and your abdomen.
Ancient Briton ne'er did hit on
Anything as good as woad to fit on
Neck or knees or where you sit on.
Tailors you be blowed !!
Romans came across the channel
All dressed up in tin and flannel
Half a pint of woad per man'll
Dress us more than these.
Saxons you can waste your stitches
Building beds for bugs in britchesWe have woad to clothe us which is
Not a nest for fleas
Romans keep your armours.
Saxons your pyjamas.
Hairy coats were made for goats,
Gorillas, yaks, retriever dogs and llamas
Climb up Snowdon with your woad on,
Never mind if you get rained or blowed on
Never want a button sewed on.
Go it Ancient B's !!
This version was written by W. Hope Jones, mathematics master at Eton College.
Do you fine fellows have any silly songs that you may like to share with us?
All the very best and good health,
Keith
