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Two True Toper's Tunes to Troll with Trulls and Trollops in a Tavern

by Peter Warlock (1894 - 1930)

1. Captain Stratton's Fancy
 (Sung text)

Subtitle: Rum

Language: English 
Oh, some are fond of red wine and some are fond of white,
And some are all for dancing by the pale moonlight:
But rum alone’s the tipple, and the heart’s delight
  Of the old bold mate of Henry Morgan.

Oh, some are fond of Spanish wine and some are fond of French,
And some’ll swallow tay and stuff fit only for a wench;
But I’m for right Jamaica till I roll beneath the bench,
  Says the old bold mate of Henry Morgan.

Oh, some are for the lily and some are for the rose,
But I am for the sugar cane that in Jamaica grows;
For it’s that that makes the bonny drink to warm my copper nose,
  Says the old bold mate of Henry Morgan.

Oh, some are fond of fiddles and a song well sung,
And some are all for music for to lilt upon the tongue;
But mouths were made for tankards, and for sucking at the bung,
  Says the old bold mate of Henry Morgan.

 ... 

Oh, some that’s good and godly ones they hold that it’s a sin
To troll the jolly bowl around, and let the dollars spin;
But I’m for toleration and for drinking at an inn,
  Says the old bold mate of Henry Morgan.

Text Authorship:

  • by John Masefield (1878 - 1967), "Captain Stratton's Fancy", appears in Ballads and Poems, first published 1910

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First published in Speaker, May 1903
Research team for this page: Emily Ezust [Administrator] , Mike Pearson

2. Mr. Belloc's Fancy
 (Sung text)

Language: English 
At Martinmas, when I was born,
Hey diddle, ho diddle do.
There came a cow with a crumpled horn,
Hey diddle, ho diddle do.
She stood agape and said,
"My dear, you're a very fine child for this time of year,
And I think you'll have a taste in beer!"
Hey diddle, ho diddle ho do do da.
Hey diddle, ho diddle do.

A taste in beer I've certainly got.
Hey diddle, ho diddle do.
A very fine taste that the Jews have not.
Hey diddle, ho diddle do.
And though I travel on the hills of Spain,
And Val-Pont-Côte and Belle Fontaine,
With lusty lungs I shall still maintain.
Hey diddle, ho diddle ho do do da.
Hey diddle, ho diddle do.

So Sussex men, wherever you be,
Hey diddle, ho diddle do.
I pray you sing this song with me.
Hey diddle, ho diddle do.
That of all the shires she is the queen,
And they brew at the "Chequers" on Chanctonbury Green
The very best beer that ever was seen.
Hey, Dominus, Domine, Dominum, Domini,
Hey, diddle, diddle, Domino.

Text Authorship:

  • by John Collings Squire, Sir (1884 - 1958), "Mr. H. Belloc", appears in Tricks of the Trade, first published 1917

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Researcher for this text: Emily Ezust [Administrator]
Total word count: 394
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