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Songs and Ditty's
A Cornish
Lullaby:
Hush
my little ugling,
Daddy's gone a-smuggling.
He has gone to Roscoff
In
the Mevagissey Maid
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A sloop of ninety tons
With ten brass carriage guns -
To teach the king's ships manners
And respect for honest trade.
Sleep my joy and sorrow,
Daddy'll come tomorrow,
Bringing 'baccy, tea and snuff,
And brandy home from France.
He'll bring the goods ashore
While the old collectors snore,
And the black dragooners gamble
In the dens of old Penzance.
Rock-a-bye my honey,
For Daddy's making money.
You shall be a gentleman
And sail with privateers,
With a silver cup in your sack,
A blue coat upon your back,
And diamonds on your fingerbones,
And gold rings in your ears.
Anon.
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A
Smuggler's Song
by
Rudyard Kipling
If you wake
at Midnight, and hear a horse's feet,
Don't go drawing back the blind, or looking in the street,
Them that asks no questions isn't told a lie.
Watch the wall, my darling, while the Gentlemen go by!
Five
and twenty ponies
Trotting through the dark -
Brandy for the Parson.
'Baccy for the Clerk;
Laces for a lady, letters for a spy,
And watch the wall, my darling, while the Gentlemen go by!
Running
round the woodlump, if you chance to find
Little barrels, roped and tarred, all full of brandy-wine,
Don't you shout to come and look, nor use 'em for your play.
Put the brushwood back again - and they'll be gone next day!
Five
and twenty ponies
Trotting through the dark -
Brandy for the Parson.
'Baccy for the Clerk;
Laces for a lady, letters for a spy,
And watch the wall, my darling, while the Gentlemen go by!
If
you see the stable door setting open wide;
If you see a tired horse lying down inside;
If your mother mends a coat cut about and tore;
If the lining's wet and warm - don't you ask no more!
Five
and twenty ponies
Trotting through the dark -
Brandy for the Parson.
'Baccy for the Clerk;
Laces for a lady, letters for a spy,
And watch the wall, my darling, while the Gentlemen go by!
If
you meet King George's men, dressed in blue and red,
You be careful what you say, and mindful what is said.
If they call you "pretty maid", and chuck you 'neath the chin,
Don't you tell where no one is, nor yet where no one's been!
Five
and twenty ponies
Trotting through the dark -
Brandy for the Parson.
'Baccy for the Clerk;
Laces for a lady, letters for a spy,
And watch the wall, my darling, while the Gentlemen go by!
If
you do as you've been told, 'likely there's a chance,
You'll be given a dainty doll, all the way from France,
With a cap of pretty lace, and a velvet hood -
A present from the Gentlemen, along o' being good!
Five
and twenty ponies
Trotting through the dark -
Brandy for the Parson.
'Baccy for the Clerk;
Laces for a lady, letters for a spy,
And watch the wall, my darling, while the Gentlemen go by!
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Mistress
of the Trade,
A
Sennen Smugglers Song
On Nanjizal
Bay there lived a maid
Oh faddy
raddle-ray
And she was
mistress of the trade
And full of
spirit they do say
With a
faddy raddle raddle ray
A
raddle ray.
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Smuggling,
yes smuggling,
smuggling
was her ru-i-n
She'll go
no more a smuggling
A raddle
ray.
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If you went
down Nanjizal Bay
Oh faddy
raddle ray
To this
lady you had to pay
For she was
mistress of the trade
With a
faddy raddle raddle ray
A raddle
ray.
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She'd
sell you tea wrapped up in silk
Oh faddy
raddle-ray
The parsons
wife a lace thread kilt
Some French
wines left she for hisself
With a
faddy raddle raddle ray
A raddle
ray
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The
magistrate he’d face the wall
Oh faddy
raddle ray
When this
fine lady came to call
Hid brandy
kegs within his wall
With a
faddy raddle raddle ray
A raddle
ray
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