People come, including (Lord Flea) a soldier, to "feel up" and "finger" including a voodoo man (Denzil Laing - maybe a figurative "finger") but she has no sale. LONG DESCRIPTION: Jamaican patois: A woman goes to Linstead market to sell her ackee on a Saturday night. At last a letter arrives, saying that he "just got married today." He promises to meet her the next day, though, and take her to the showĮARLIEST DATE: 1907 (Jekyll-JamaicanSongAndStory) Take The Mayor of Bayswater.DESCRIPTION: "He promised to meet me at Linstead Market, take me out to a show." The girl waits long, but there is no sign of Joe.
#JAMAICAN FOLK SONGS LYRICS LONG TIME GAL PRO#
My little sister Millie is a pro in Piccadilly It came into my memory as this, sung to the tune of My Bonnie: The original song The Money Rolls In came to me (after discussing prostitution in 19th century London). The most popular were songs from five or six years earlier, with Neil Sedaka’s Breaking Up Is Hard To Do the runaway favourite. Those were mixed groups, and I never heard a rugby song on them, though we sang all the way. That was by Clarence Williams, and dates back to 1928.Īt Hull University, the Students Union hired a bus to London for the end of term, the cheapest way to get home (or for me, two-thirds of the way home). In my memory the sort of lads who liked trad jazz loved dirty ditties, but then trad has a long tradition of innuendo, with songs such as Organ Grinder Blues … the way I love your organ is when you grind it slow. I’d be dancing to the Rolling Stones or The Beatles, but there’d be a group of blokes in the kitchen, next to the Party Sevens singing them … and wondering in a bemused way why the girls at the party showed no interest in them. If anyone tried to start any of the last three, the sing song would be stopped by teachers or youth club leaders or scoutmasters. They ranged from the mild and acceptable at scout camps ( The Quartermaster’s Store ) to the downright filthy ( The Good Ship Venus, Dinah Show Us Your Leg, The Red Flag). I remember them from school trips, from youth club outings, even round camp fires. This leads to sea shanties (or sea chanteys if you prefer), bawdy ballads, rude rounds, dirty ditties, lewd lyrics, salty songs. This started out trying to remember the words of a rude song, and I was referred to rugby songs lyrics online. I’ve never watched a rugby game but like anyone from the sixties and seventies, I do remember rugby songs. We were made to play it for one year out of five at school, and I hated every second.