| Author | Topic: Add: Twankydillo | |
| dmcg | Posted - 30 Oct 02 - 08:12 pm | |
Twankydillo Here's a health to the jolly blacksmith, the best of all fellows, He works at his anvil while the boy blows the bellows Which makes his bright hammer to rise and to fall, Here's to old Cole, and to young Cole and to old Cole of all. Twankydillo, twankydillo, twanky dillo, dillo, dillo, dillo, A roaring pair of bagpipes made of the green willow. If a gentleman calls his horse for to shoe He makes no denial of one pot or two. For it makes my bright hammer to rise and to fall Here's to old Cole, and to young Cole and to old Cole of all. Twankydillo, etc And he that loves strong beer is a hearty good fellow Here's a health to King Charlie and likewise his queen And to all the royal little ones where'er they are seen Which makes my bright hammer to rise and to fall Here's to old Cole, and to young Cole and to old Cole of all. Twankydillo, etc A roaring pair of bagpipes made of the green willow Source: Everymans Book of English Country Songs, Ed Roy Palmer, ISBN 0-460-12048-4 Notes: Collected from Samuel Willett, Cuckfield, Sussex by Lucy Broadwoord in 1891 Database entry is here | ||
| dmcg | Posted - 30 Oct 02 - 08:25 pm | |
This is another Singing Together favourite! The words were rather different though. I seem to remember And if ever my sheep Go astray on the plain Why, my little dog Lightfoot Will fetch them again (Though why the blacksmith was keeping sheep, I don't know) There are many other versions, many rather more earthy! Edited By dmcg - 10/30/2002 8:28:59 PM | ||
| Jon Freeman | Posted - 31 Oct 02 - 12:55 am | |
I'll have a look tommorrow through the "Singing Together" pamphlets I have. I certainly remeber the tune and the title, to the point of the tallest in our class being known as "lanky" and "lanky dillo" being sung... | ||
| tony.storr@btinternet.com (guest) |
Posted - 10 Jul 07 - 04:15 pm | |
re: Twanky Dillo The version I know, from The Watersons' singing is The life of a shepherd is a life of great care, With me crook and dog Whitefoot, I shall drive away fear Chorus: Twankydillo, twankydillo, twanky dillo, dillo, dillo, dillo, And he played on his merry bagpipes made from the green willow. Green willow, Green willow, Green willow, willow, willow, willow, And he played on his merry bagpipes made from the green willow. Well if ever my sheep go astray on the plain Why, my little dog Whitefoot, it'll fetch them again Well if ever I meet with the old shepherd's horse I shall cut off his tail clean up to his 'arness Well if ever I meet with the old shepherd's daughter I shall block up the hole where she do draw water | ||