Two little boys...

[Guest Mottman]

Fantastic night in the ale house with the Irregulars last week, around 12.00 throwing out time, everyone and I mean everyone stands up and starts singing this, I have been privileged to witness some great scenes watching the Tricky Reds over the years, but last night went to the next level.

 

Two little boys had two little toys

Each had a wooden horse

Gaily they played each summer's day

Warriors both of course

 

One little chap then had a mishap

Broke off his horse's head

Wept for his toy then cried with joy

As his young playmate said

 

Did you think I would leave you crying

When there's room on my horse for two

Climb up here Jack and don't be crying

I can go just as fast with two

 

When we grow up we'll both be soldiers

And our horses will not be toys

And I wonder if we'll remember

When we were two little boys

 

Long years had passed, war came so fast

Bravely they marched away

Cannon roared loud, and in the mad crowd

Wounded and dying lay

 

Up goes a shout, a horse dashes out

Out from the ranks so blue

Gallops away to where Joe lay

Then came a voice he knew

 

Did you think I would leave you dying

When there's room on my horse for two

Climb up here Joe, we'll soon be flying

I can go just as fast with two

 

Did you say Joe I'm all a-tremble

Perhaps it's the battle's noise

But I think it's that I remember

When we were two little boys

 

Do you think I would leave you dying

There's room on my horse for two

Climb up here Joe, we'll soon by flying

Back to the ranks so blue

 

Can you feel Joe I'm all a tremble

Perhaps it's the battle's noise

But I think it's that I remember

When we were two little boys

 

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We are Irregulars...

 

 

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Sorry I can't post pictues on here?

[PLY]

I've heard it sang and it's stirring stuff , apart from the ranks of blue business

[fyds]

Thatcher's favourite song, as it happens.

[stressederic]

Thatcher's favourite song, as it happens.

 

I was about to say exactly the same thing.

[Michael]

I think her version of the last two verses was slightly different:

 

Do you think I would leave you dying

There's room on my horse for two

A thousand quid, we'll soon be flying,

Cash or a banker's draft will do.

 

Can you feel Joe I'm all a tremble

Perhaps it's the battle's noise

But I think it's that I spot an opening

to privatise little boys.

[Tosh]

It's an old US Civil War song, if I recall correctly

[Andy @ Allerton]

It's an old US Civil War song, if I recall correctly

 

Yep first recorded by harry Lauder in 1903

[Ed the Wool]

Coming to Kop soon then?

Like YNWA I find it pretty emotional....

[Coyler]

What's the crack with the original lyrics, are they meant to be on different sides in the American Civil War (if so, why not say so?) or are they on the same side (if so, big deal, he's his comrade, of course he's going to lift him up on to his horse)?

Edited October 9, 2006 by Coyler

[Gunga Din]

heard the Irregulars do it a few times, fantastic stuff. i hope it makes to the terraces at away games. it really is brilliant, right up there with YNWA in my opinion

[ManxRed]

Have any Celtic 'Irregulars' sung it before or are we first?

[fyds]

Prefer these old ones myself:

 

WISH I WAS BACK IN LIVERPOOL

Written by Kelly/Rosselson.

Chorus:

I wish I was back in Liverpool, Liverpool town where I was born

Where there ain't no trees, no scent of grease, no fiel's of waving corn

But there's lots of girls with peroxide curls and the black and tan flows free

There's six in a bed by the old pier head and it's Liverpool town for me

 

'Tis seven long years since I wandered 'way to sail the wild world o'er

Me very first trip on an old steam ship that was bound for Baltimore

I was seven days sick and I just couldn't stick that bobbin' up and down

So I told them "Jack, you'd better turn back for dear old Liverpool town"

 

(Chorus)

 

We dug the Mersey tunnel, boys, way back in thirty-three

Dug an 'ole in the ground until we found an 'ole called Wallasey

Then the foreman cried "Come on, outside! The roof is fallin' down"

While I'm tellin' you, Jack, we all swum back to dear old Liverpool town

 

(Chorus)

 

There's every race and colour of face, there's every kind of name

But the pigeons on the pier head they treat you all the same

And if you walk up up up Parliament Street you'll get faces black and brown

And I've also seen the orange-green in dear old Liverpool town

 

(Chorus)

 

 

 

GO TO SEA NO MORE

When first I landed in Liverpool, I went upon a spree

Me money alas I spent it fast, got drunk as drunk could be

And when that me money was all gone, 'twas then I wanted more

But a man must be blind to make up his mind to go to sea once more

Once more, boys, once more, go to sea once more

But a man must be blind to make up his mind to go to sea once more

 

I spent the night with Angeline too drunk to roll in bed

Me watch was new and me money too, in the morning with them she fled

And as I walked the streets about, the whores they all did roar

There goes Jack Spratt, the poor sailorlad, he must go to sea once more

Once more, boys, once more, go to sea once more

There goes Jack Spratt, the poor sailorlad, he must go to sea once more

 

And as I walked the streets about, I met with the Rapper Brown

I asked him for to take me on and he looked at me with a frown

He said last time you was paid off with me you could no score

But I'll give you a chance and I'll take your advance and I'll send you to see once more

Once more, boys, once more, send you to sea once more

I'll give you a chance and I'll take your advance and I'll send you to see once more

 

He shipped me on board of a whaling ship bound for the arctic seas

Where the cold winds blow through the frost and snow and Jamaica rum would freeze

But worse to bear, I'd no hard weather gear for I'd spent all money on shore

'twas then that I wished that I was dead and could go to sea no more

No more, boys, no more, go to sea no more

'twas then that I wished that I was dead and could go to sea no more

 

So come all you bold seafaring men, who listen to me song

When you come off them long trips, I'll have you not go wrong

Take my advice, drink no strong drink, don't go sleeping with them whores

Get married instead and spend all night in bed and go to sea no more

No more, boys, no more, go to sea no more

Get married instead and spend all night in bed and go to sea no more

 

 

SETH DAVY., by Glyn Hughes.

 

He sat on the corner of Bevington Bush,

astride of an old packing case,

And the dolls on the end of the plank went dancing,

as he crooned with a smile on his face.

 

CHORUS:

"Come day, go day. Wishing me heart for Sunday.

Drinking buttermilk all the week; whiskey on a Sunday."

 

His tired old hands drummed the wooden plank,

and the puppet dolls they danced the gear.

A far better show then you ever would see,

at the Pivvy or new Brightion Pier.

 

CHORUS:

 

But in 1905, old Seth Davy died,

and his song was heard no more.

And the three dancing dolls ended up in a bin,

and the plank went to mend a back-door.

 

CHORUS:

 

But on some stormy nights, down Scotty Road way,

when the wind blows up from the sea,

You can still hear the song of old Seth Davy,

that he sang to his dancing dolls three;

 

CHORUS:

 

Mind you, I HATE 'In my Liverpool home' thanks to those god-botherers who appropriated it.

[PLY]

 

Mind you, I HATE 'In my Liverpool home' thanks to those god-botherers who appropriated it.

 

I like 'In My Liverpool Home' . Peter McGovern who wrote it was a big red , he used to sit behing me in the Paddock until he died last season after watching Necastle away on TV.

[Coyler]

Prefer these old ones myself:

 

WISH I WAS BACK IN LIVERPOOL

 

SETH DAVY., by Glyn Hughes.

Top songs. Never knew Whiskey on a Sunday was set in Liverpool, the version over here has different lyrics to it (it starts "...in Beggar's Bush"). WIWBiL is great, Luke Kelly does an animal version of it.

[Kvarme Ate My Food]

Thatcher's favourite song, as it happens.

 

I've heard her say her favourite was How Much Is That Doggy In The Window

[fyds]

Top songs. Never knew Whiskey on a Sunday was set in Liverpool, the version over here has different lyrics to it (it starts "...in Beggar's Bush"). WIWBiL is great, Luke Kelly does an animal version of it.

In Kirkby when I was a kid, the old dear who lived next door said she and her sister used to actually watch Seth Davy and his dolls when they were nippers, and he was a very real person. Originally called 'The Ballad of Seth Davy' it was indeed set in Liverpool.

[Maharajkumar of Vizianagram]

It's an old US Civil War song, if I recall correctly

 

I was about to point out that it was written by Rolf Harris.

 

I'm glad I didn't, that could have been quite embarrassing.

[Gunga Din]

I was about to point out that it was written by Rolf Harris.

 

I'm glad I didn't, that could have been quite embarrassing.

 

it is the Rolf Harris version it gets sung too, though.

[Cobs]

I've heard her say her favourite was How Much Is That Doggy In The Window

'Telstar' is apparently her favourite, according to the interweb

[Stigger]

Does anyone know any links to download the Rolf Harris version of Two Little Boys?

[Gunga Din]

Have any Celtic 'Irregulars' sung it before or are we first?

 

i'm not surem, but i think someone wrote into the Manchester Evening News claiming Man United fans sang it in the 1950's, following the Munich Disaster

[Guest Portly]

So if Thatcher's favourite is "How Much is That Doggy in the Window," or "Telstar," is it OK for us to sing "Two Little Boys?"

 

Even if Thatcher likes it a bit?

[Ostrich Man]

got the single in the house somewhere....i feel a ritual burning coming on

[anny road]

they have "Did you think I would leave you dying" on there flag dont they

[Bootser]

So if Thatcher's favourite is "How Much is That Doggy in the Window," or "Telstar," is it OK for us to sing "Two Little Boys?"

 

Even if Thatcher likes it a bit?

 

Nononononoonoonononononononnono

 

Firstly it's beyond doubt that it was Thatch's fav song & secondly it's so f***in' twee it causes hyperemesis.

 

Portly's just stirrin' it