Faire and Bar Songs:
Johnny Be Fair
A Lusty Young Smith
The Maypole Song
Roll Your Leg Over
Johnny Be Fair
Oh Johnny be fair and Johnny be fine,
he wants me for to wed.
And I would marry Johnny but me father up and said.
'I'm sad to tell you daughter what your mother never knew.
That Johnny to is a son of mine and so he's kin to you.'
Oh Billy be fair and Billy be fine,
he wants me for to wed.
And I would marry Billy but me father up and said...
'I'm sad to tell you daughter what your mother never knew.
That Billy to is a son of mine and so he's kin to you.'
Repeat as often as desired with different names: "Oh Jonas be fair and Jonas be fine...", and "Oh Alen be fair and Alen be fine..."
Well you never seen a girl so sad and sorry as I was.
The boys in town are all my kin and my father is the cause.
If life should thus continue I shall die a single miss
so I go to my mother and complain to her of this.
Oh daughter didn't I teach you to forgive and to forget.
Your father might have sown his oats but still you needn't fret.
Your father may be father to all the boys in town but still...
...He's not the one who sired you, so marry who you will!
A Lusty Young Smith
A lusty young smith at his vice stood a-filing.
His hammer laid by but his forge still aglow.
When to him a buxom young damsel came smiling,
And asked if to work in her forge he would go.
With a jingle bang jingle bang jingle bang jingle.
With a jingle bang jingle bang jingle high ho!
'I will,' said the smith, and they went off together,
Along to the young damsel's forge they did go.
They stripped to go to it, 'twas hot work and hot weather.
They kindled a fire and she soon made him blow.
With a jingle bang jingle bang jingle bang jingle.
With a jingle bang jingle bang jingle high ho.
Her husband, she said, no good work could afford her.
His strength and his tools were worn out long ago.
The smith said 'Well mine are in very good order,
And now I am ready my skill for to show.'
With a jingle bang jingle bang jingle bang jingle.
With a jingle bang jingle bang jingle high ho.
Red hot grew his iron, as both did desire,
And he was too wise not to strike while 'twas so.
Said she, 'What I get I get out of the fire,
So prithee, strike home and redouble the blow.'
With a jingle bang jingle bang jingle bang jingle.
With a jingle bang jingle bang jingle high ho!
The Maypole Song
In the woods, there grew a tree;
A fine, fine tree was he.
In the woods, there grew a tree,
On that tree, there was a branch,
On that branch, there was a nest,
In that nest, there was an egg,
From that egg, there was a bird,
From that bird, a feather grew,
From that feather was a bed.
Summerisle, Summerisle, Summerisle, Summerisle,
On that bed, there was a girl,
On that girl, there was a man,
From that man, there was a seed,
From that seed, there was a boy,
From that boy, there was a man,
For that man, there was a grave,
From that grave, there grew a tree.
Roll Your Leg Over
If all the young laddies would set down their mugs
I'd quench all their thirsts with one taste from my jugs!
If all the young laddies were milk in a cup
And I were a kitten, I'd lap them all up!
If all the young laddies were potters of clay
I'd sit on their wheels and I'd rotate all day!
Roll your leg over, oh roll your leg over
Roll your leg over, it's better that way!
If all of the lassies were diamonds and rubies
I'd be the jeweler and shine up their boobies!
If all the young lassies were locks in a gate
I'd be the key and insert and rotate!
If all of the ladies loved nature like me
I'd show them all my great redwood tree!
Roll your leg over, oh roll your leg over!
Roll your leg over it's better that way!
Oh, all the young laddies think they are quite fair,
But I will upstage them, with my luscious pair!
If all the young laddies were like waves in the sea,
I'd be the shoreline and let them lick me!
If all the young laddies were as good as they say,
I wouldn't be singin', I'd be rollin' in the hay!!
Roll your leg over, oh roll your leg over!
Roll your leg over it's better that way!
If all of the lassies were vessels of clay,
I'd be the potter and handle them all day!
If lassies were wine glasses, filled up with rum...
...a rub 'round the lips would make them all hum!
If all of the lassies were sweet fruits and berries
I'd handle their melons... and nibble their cherries...
Roll your leg over oh roll your leg over!
Roll your leg over it's better that way!
If all the young laddies were bananas in my split,
I'd put whipped cream on 'em and eat 'em right quick!
If all the young laddies were like sweet tasting mead,
I'd pop all their corks and drink them with greed.
If all the young laddies were chairs that could rock,
I'd throw my leg over,
And straddle their...
Roll your leg over oh roll your leg over!
Roll your leg over it's better that way!