Trumpton/C.Green
clow
comedy for me, 'cos it made me laugh!
It's the firemen. "Pew, Pew, Barney McGrew, Cuthbert, Dribble and ????"
Is this correct so far? Who is the missing guy? It's imperitive that
I know so please mail me directly at the address below. You can send it
to this usegroup too if you like.
Hands up if you can still hear Windy Miller's windmill going "whrrr, chick,
phup, ca-chic"?
Much obliged I'm sure, in advance.
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Justin
> Hey there kids, I've got a wee question about kids TV. It counts as
> comedy for me, 'cos it made me laugh!
> It's the firemen. "Pew, Pew, Barney McGrew, Cuthbert, Dribble and ????"
> Is this correct so far? Who is the missing guy? It's imperitive that
> I know so please mail me directly at the address below. You can send it
> to this usegroup too if you like.
> Hands up if you can still hear Windy Miller's windmill going "whrrr, chick,
> phup, ca-chic"?
> Much obliged I'm sure, in advance.
I believe that the firemen are:
Pugh, Pugh, Barney McGrew, Cuthbert, Dibble and Grubb.
The firechief (?) is Captain Flack.
You'll find more Trumptonshire info at
http://www.bbc.co.uk/evans/trumpgo.htm
justin-------------------quis custodiet ipsos custodes?
p.doyle
: cl...@ucssun1.sdsu.edu (clow) wrote:
: http://www.bbc.co.uk/evans/trumpgo.htm
: justin-------------------quis custodiet ipsos custodes?
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Surely not- isn't it:
Pugh, Pugh, Barney, McGrew, Cuthbert, Dibble, Stout?
Paul D.
Aidan Goldstraw
>Hey there kids, I've got a wee question about kids TV. It counts as
>comedy for me, 'cos it made me laugh!
>It's the firemen. "Pew, Pew, Barney McGrew, Cuthbert, Dribble and ????"
Grubb. And while we're at it, I'm pretty sure the Pews were in fact
Pughs, if you see what I mean. But here's a wierd one. Why is Barney
McGrew the only one whose first name is mentioned?
--
ai...@gustav1.demon.co.uk
"I had that Shirley Bassey round for Sunday lunch. Never again.
She walked right in the joint - made a right mess of it."
Steve Biggs
>cl...@ucssun1.sdsu.edu (clow) wrote:
>
>>Hey there kids, I've got a wee question about kids TV. It counts as
>>comedy for me, 'cos it made me laugh!
>
>>It's the firemen. "Pew, Pew, Barney McGrew, Cuthbert, Dribble and ????"
It's Pugh, Pugh, Barney McGrew, Cuthbert, Dibble and Grub.
(not Dribble).
And I always imagined Cuthbert was a first name, so what was his last?
Time flies by when you're the driver of a train,
And you ride on the footplate, there and back again...
Steve.
John Doyle
In article <3vq848$p...@fs2.abdn.ac.uk>, p.doyle (nhi...@abdn.ac.uk) writes:
>Justin (Jus...@jpcubed.demon.co.uk) wrote:
>: cl...@ucssun1.sdsu.edu (clow) wrote:
>
>: > Hey there kids, I've got a wee question about kids TV. It counts as
>: > comedy for me, 'cos it made me laugh!
>
>: > It's the firemen. "Pew, Pew, Barney McGrew, Cuthbert, Dribble and ????"
>: > I know so please mail me directly at the address below. You can send it
>: > to this usegroup too if you like.
>: > Hands up if you can still hear Windy Miller's windmill going "whrrr, chick,
>: > phup, ca-chic"?
>: > Much obliged I'm sure, in advance.
>
>: I believe that the firemen are:
>
>: Pugh, Pugh, Barney McGrew, Cuthbert, Dibble and Grubb.
>
>: The firechief (?) is Captain Flack.
>
>: You'll find more Trumptonshire info at
>
>: http://www.bbc.co.uk/evans/trumpgo.htm
>
>
>: justin-------------------quis custodiet ipsos custodes?
>--------------------------------------------------------------
>Surely not- isn't it:
>Pugh, Pugh, Barney, McGrew, Cuthbert, Dibble, Stout?
>
No, it is definitely Grubb (not Stout). I'm also sure that the
first two are Hugh, Pugh.
--
Granny-killer Doyle
Steve Biggs
Nope, how many more times? Its Pugh, Pugh, etc.! <g>
Stout!?!?!?
Steve.
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Grub - definitely. You are wrong - it's NOT Stout at all.
what's the rest of this though - "Time flies by when you're the driver of a
train, and you ride on the footplate there and back again. Under bridges over
bridges......" (wasn't this sung by Brian Cant of PlayAway?).
And how about "Driving along in a bakers van, in a ...???.....baker's van??"
We (there's two of us) are in Boston and reliving fond childhood memories. I
ADORED Trumpton, Camberwick Green and Chigley. Actually, wasn't the baker's
van song in Chigley, and which one had the butler taking ages to get to the
end of the hall?
Thanks....... Jozelda and Steve
Justin
<snip>
> Grub - definitely. You are wrong - it's NOT Stout at all.
> what's the rest of this though - "Time flies by when you're the driver of a
> train, and you ride on the footplate there and back again. Under bridges over
> bridges......" (wasn't this sung by Brian Cant of PlayAway?).
> And how about "Driving along in a bakers van, in a ...???.....baker's van??"
> We (there's two of us) are in Boston and reliving fond childhood memories. I
> ADORED Trumpton, Camberwick Green and Chigley. Actually, wasn't the baker's
> van song in Chigley, and which one had the butler taking ages to get to the
> end of the hall?
> Thanks....... Jozelda and Steve
Jozelda and Steve
Tried to send you a reply by email (longish attachments - not fair to
post here) but email failed with unrecognised domain. If you let me
have your email address I've a couple of text files that you might
enjoy.
Justin
justin-------------------quis custodiet ipsos custodes?
Matt Brunton
>From: Sebastian Gard <gard@terminator>
>Subject: Re: Trumpton/C.Green
>Date: Sat, 12 Aug 1995 19:42:34 GMT
>Trumpton Firemen names snipped...
>what's the rest of this though - "Time flies by when you're the driver of a
>train, and you ride on the footplate there and back again. Under bridges over
>bridges......" (wasn't this sung by Brian Cant of PlayAway?).
>And how about "Driving along in a bakers van, in a ...???.....baker's van??"
>We (there's two of us) are in Boston and reliving fond childhood memories. I
>ADORED Trumpton, Camberwick Green and Chigley. Actually, wasn't the baker's
>van song in Chigley, and which one had the butler taking ages to get to the
>end of the hall?
>Thanks....... Jozelda and Steve
The 'time flies by' is from Chigley. Lord Belbrough (I think?) owned the
train - who indeed had a very slow butler.
I think 'Driving along in a bakers van' was actually 'Driving along in an army
truck, in a humpity-bumpity army truck/The people wave at the soldiers
brave/And we sing and shout as we lurch about/Oh we are in luck/We will never
be stuck/In a humpity-bumpity army truck'
The soldiers came from Pippin Fort (I think - reference to 'Pogles Wood'
here?)
Brian Cant seemed to have the monopoly on these programmes.
Matt (29, and worried that he can remember all this stuff...)
Steve Biggs
Sebastian Gard <gard@terminator> wrote:
>> Stout!?!?!?
>>
>> Steve.
>>
>
>Grub - definitely. You are wrong - it's NOT Stout at all.
>
>train, and you ride on the footplate there and back again. Under bridges over
>bridges......" (wasn't this sung by Brian Cant of PlayAway?).
The "!?!?!?" was to express my disbelief at "Stout"!
The next line (I think) is
"...to our destination"
but I would love to know the rest.
Steve.
Justin
<snip>
> The "!?!?!?" was to express my disbelief at "Stout"!
> The next line (I think) is
> "...to our destination"
> but I would love to know the rest.
> Steve.
With credit to "The Trumptonshire Web" (which can be found at
http://www.bbc.co.uk/evans/trumpgo.htm) here follows a wealth of
information about Trumpton, Camberwick Green and Chigley.
(I wasn't going to post these here but, well, hope you like them.)
BTW, as the followers of this thread seem to be of similar age (or
prolifically long childhood, phenomenal memory or just extreme good
taste :-) ), does anyone remember *THE HERBS*, or know where I can get
videos of Parsley and friends??
*TRUMPTON*
From A Visit to Trumpton record - by Gordon Murray. (From the sleeve
of therecord)
Trumpton is a market town set in the heart of rural England, within a
shortbus-ride of Camberwick Green.
The Market Square is like many other market squares, with its handsome
Gothic Town Hall, the statue of the middle-aged Queen Victoria, and an
assorted collection of shops and houses; but one feature is unique -
theTrumpton Clock.
Every morning, the people of Trumpton take in their milk, open their
shopsand set out their wares. They do this with one eye on the town
hall clock,and one ear too, for they know that dead on the hour a
slight rumble fromthe recesses of the tower will announce that free
entertainment is about tobegin.
With a loud clonk the two doors on either side of the clock face slide
open. To the regular rhythm of a gay mechanical tune, the gilt figures
ofSir Rufus and Lady de Trompe emerge and solemnly strike the hour on
a bell.
Not until the automatons have returned to the tower and the doors have
shutdo the townspeople resume their activities. The Mayor, in his
parlour,discusses municipal affairs with Mr Troop, the Town Clerk.
Below theVictoria statue, Mrs Cobbit, the flower seller, talks to Miss
Lovelace, whokeeps the hat shop. Miss Lovelaces three pekes, Mitzi,
Daphne and Lulu, areyapping excitedly in anticipation of their walk in
Trumpton park.
Mr Munnings, the printer, waves a friendly greeting to his next-door
neighbour, Mr Clamp, the greengrocer. Outside his shop, Mr Platt, the
clockmaker, is taking down the shutters and seeing that the goods in
hiswindows are nicely arranged.
A toot on the horn announces the arrival of Chippy Minton, the
carpenter,and his son, Nibs. They park their truck behind the ancient
mayoral car andgreet Philby, the smartly-liveried driver, who is busy
polishing the brassheadlamps.
With a flurry of scarlet robes, the Mayor emerges from the town hall.
Quickgreetings all round, a buttonhole from Mrs Cobbit, and with a
roar he isdriven off to visit the Trumpton Fire Station.
Captain Flack is ready. As the Mayor arrives, the fire-bell shatters
thepeace of the countryside. The great doors swing open and the six
stalwartfiremen slide down the pole.
Pugh! Pugh! Barney McGrew! Cuthbert! Dibble! Grubb!
No one is missing. The Mayor inspects them and crosses to the Fire
Engine -the most modern, sleekly-lined, gadget-filled vehicle it is
possible tobuy. It is Trumpton's pride and joy.
The fact that there hasn't been a fire for 30 years is, of course,
rather apity, but there are many things one can do with a modern,
sleekly-lined,gadget-filled fire engine, as you will discover when you
hear the twostories on this record, and since the fire brigade also do
double-duty asthe Town Band, time never drags in Trumpton.
Trumpton characters, songs & trivia.
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Each episode would begin with the announcement:
"Here is the clock, the Trumpton clock. Telling the time steadily,
sensibly, never too quickly, never too slowly. Telling the time for
Trumpton."
The clock tower would then do its stuff and with the clock showing
nineo'clock, some of the townspeople would begin their daily business:
Mr Clampshowing PC McGary his fine display of vegetables, and Mrs
Cobbit arrivingwith her flowers.
Then the day's events would unfold with the arrival of perhaps Chippy
Minton in his truck, or perhaps Mr Troop the town clerk.
Trumpton was the main town in the county of Trumptonshire. It had a
townhall, with a clock tower, numerous shops, and a fine market square
in themiddle of which stood a statue of Queen Victoria. The town also
had arather nice park with a bandstand, and it was at this bandstand
that theTrumpton fire brigade would play us out at the end of each
episode, whilethe people from Trumpton and nearby areas listened and
watched. Why thisdid not clash with the six o'clock dance at Chigley
was never explained.
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Mr Clamp the greengrocer, and his cat Aggee
Apart from selling fruit and veg, Mr Clamp was also the judge at the
fruit& veg show.
Come buy my vegetables, fruit ripe and beautiful.
Fine fresh and fancy, come buy them from me.
Come buy, come buy, come buy them from me.
Cabbages carrots and tender spring greens,
Broccoli, brussel-tops, fresh runner beans,
Peaches and plumbs, pears by the pound
Parsnips and beetroot, straight from the ground.
Apples and oranges, strawberries too.
Mushrooms, gathered in this morning's dew.
Radishes, lettuces, onions shallottes,
Tomatoes, potatoes and lots and lots - of spinach.
Come buy my vegetables, fruit ripe and beautiful.
Fine fresh and fancy, come buy them from me.
Come buy, come buy, come buy them from me.
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Mr Troop the townhall clerk
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The Mayor of Trumpton
The mayor and Mr Troop were the only staff working in Trumpton town
hall.They were always very eager to call the fire brigade, a bit too
eagersometimes...
The Signing Song:
Fire Brigade, library, road repairs, postage stamps
Rubbish bins, swimming baths, broken window panes
Park gates, water works, painting all the street lamps
Dust cart, youth club, church bazarre, drains
The Duck Song:
I like the robins merry song
The thrush's and the lark
But best of all I like the ducks
Who swim in Trumpton Park
For Ducks will never fly away as soon as I appear
They swim up in their search for food without a sign of fear
Their heads are dark and shiny green, their feathers brown and white
Their yellow beaks are broad and flat, their eyes are round and
bright.
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Mr Antonio the ice cream man
Mr Antonio drove a white,pink and green ice cream van. He also
deliveredice cream wholesale to important customers (like Lord
Belborough).
Ting-a-Ling-a-Ling:
Ting aling aling aling here's the ice cream man
If you want to buy a lolly come as quickly as you can
If you'd rather have an ice
You will find they're very nice
Just hurry up and buy one from the ice cream man
Would you rather have a choc-ice or a cornet or a brick ?
Or if you buy a lolly please don't throw away the stick
Find the nearest litter bin
Put the stick and paper in
And buy another lolly from the ice cream man
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Trumpton Fire Brigade
These seven fearless fire men could deal with all sorts of trouble.
Fromcats up trees to apple picking - no job was too difficult. In the
afternoons, the firemen would play in the bandstand in Trumpton Park
andthe town's people would gather. There were no fires in the
afternoons, butthen there were no fires in the mornings either.
Captain Flack
He would always give the orders - in a very clear manner - "DESCEND!".
Having answered the 'emergency' phone call, Captain Flack would then
flicka switch on his control unit which sounded the fire station bell.
At thetop of the control unit was a map - of the area around Florence,
in Italy.
For some reason there has been much confusion over the names of the
firemen. This is compounded by recent publications which are
themselvesinconsistent. The sound tracks of the programmes were of
variable quality,but the clearest ones definitely say:
Pugh, Pugh, Barney McGrew, Cuthbert, Dibble, Grubb.
The Trumpton annuals of the time confirm the names and go on to say
thatPugh and Pugh were in fact twins. Barney McGrew was the bearded
fireman whoalways got to drive. Cuthbert was the one who rode in the
hoist and had anaunt who ran the tea shop.
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Policeman Potter - not to be confused with PC McGarry, Policeman
Potter wasthe officer of the law at Trumpton.
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Chippy Minton - the carpenter, wife Dora and son Nibbs.
They lived in a small semi, next door to Mrs Cobbit. Chippy and his
sonworked as a team.
I like my job as a carpenter,
There's nothing I'd rather be.
I've had my tools for many long years,
They're all good friends to me.
A mallet and drill are in my bag
A file and gimmlet too.
Sand paper sheets a brace and bit.
A bradawl and some glue.
I like my job as a carpenter,
There's nothing I'd rather be.
I've had my tools for many long years,
They're all good friends to me.
I've chisels and saws all keen and sharp,
A jack and a smoothing plane.
I Know that oak will plane up true ,
while mahogany changes grain
I like my job as a carpenter,
There's nothing I'd rather be.
I've had my tools for many long years,
They're all good friends to me.
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Willie Munn - was he a tramp ?
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Miss Lovelace - the hat maker, (pekinese) dogs Mitzy, Daphne and Lulu.
A hat for a young girl, so sweet and so slim,
Has long velvet ribbons and a wide shady brim.
With a bright yellow daisies so fresh and so fair,
To echo the colour of her long golden hair.
A hat for a lady so fine and so grand,
Must always be fashioned with a pure silken band,
And one single hat pin of a silver so rare,
To set as a contrast to her glossy black hair.
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Philby the Mayor's driver
He drove and polished the Mayor's vintage car
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Mrs Cobbit the flower seller (& Uncle Arnold)
She lived next door to the Minton family. Although they were situated
outin the country, it was close enough to let Mrs Cobbit to walk into
Trumptontown centre.
Roses, roses, buy my red roses,
Scented so sweetly and fresh as the dew.
Roses, roses, come you fine gentlemen,
Buy a bunch of red roses a nose gay for you.
Violets, violets sweet smelling violets,
Purple and tiny and fresh as the dew.
Violets, violets, come you fine ladies,
A bunch of sweet violets, a posey for you.
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Mr Craddock the park keeper
The Litter Song
Silver paper, toffee paper, dirty bit of cardboard.
Chair ticket, bus ticket, button from a dress.
Chocolate wrapper, envelope, another bit of cardboard.
Can't they use the litter bins and not make such a mess.
Leave litter in the litter bins and never leave a mess!
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Mr Robinson the window cleaner (& daughter Dinah)
It is hard to see out or for light to come in,
Through window panes coated in a thin layer of grime,
Mullioned or lattice-work, frosted or plane,
Your windows will let in the sunshine again,
If you send for the man who cleans windows in time.
Send for the window cleaner, don't delay send today.
He will come with his ladder, his leather and pail,
And wash all the grime away.
He will put up his ladder and fill up his pail,
Wring out his leather and give it a shake.
The panes that he cleans, he will clean without fail,
Because of the pains he will take,
Be-cause of the pains he will take.
Send for the window cleaner, don't delay send today.
He will come with his ladder, his leather and pail,
And wash all the grime away.
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Mr Munnings the printer (& children Sue and Jeremy)
I line up all the letters with spaces in between,
And clamp them in the printing press a wonderful machine.
Posters are in capitals, bold and fat and tall,
But the printing in the daily news is often rather small.
Now the inky roller comes down the type and back,
And makes the letters ready to be printed clear and black.
I check the pile of paper for every single sheet,
Will be printed by the inky type with letters clear and neat.
When they have a flag day I print the little flags,
Notices and labels and even paper bags.
I make the letters stand up straight and keep the paper clean,
Then the job will be as good as anyone has seen.
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Mr Platt the clockmaker (& son Peter)
Clocks are like people, clocks are like you and me.
Each has its own personality
Big clocks small clocks,
Grandfather tall clocks,
Cuckoo clocks, hall clocks,
Mantlepiece and Wall clocks,
Clocks for the school room, the kitchen and the nursery,
Alarm clocks to waken us, urging puctuality.
All of them chiming or whirring or clicking,
Cuckooing or ringing or tick-tock ticking.
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Raggy Dan the rag and bone man
Rags, bottles and bones I cry,
Rags and bones I buy, I buy.
Listen for me as I'm passing by
Rags, bottles and bones I cry,
Rags, bottles and bones.
Brick-a-brac bicycles, books or brass,
Rags and bones I buy, I buy,
Pottery, pewter or china and glass
Rags, bottles amd bones
Turn out the attic and under the stairs,
Rags and bones I buy, I buy.
Old fashioned furniture, sofas or chairs,
Rags, bottles and bones I cry,
Rags bottles and bones.
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Mr Bolt the borough engineer
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Nick Fisher the bill sticker
Pasting up the posters, sticking up the bills.
Putting up advertisements for sausages and pills.
Flower shows and concerts, you can take your pick.
All neatly stuck by bill-sticker Nick.
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Walter Harkin the painter & decorator
People will ask me what colour to use.
There's pink and there's purple, its so hard to choose.
Some ask for yellow and some ask for green,
And some ask for grey so the dirt won't be seen.
Red is exciting and orange is bright,
And purple is rich as the sky at midnight.
Crimson is splendid for one kitchen wall,
And pink is quite pretty, perhaps in the hall.
Black paint and brown paint just simply won't do,
For an old fashion house where the windows are few.
For I think an old house is nicer than new.
Paint it white.
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Mr Wilkins the plumber
Hot water heater takes too long to heat,
Overflow pipe dripping into the street.
A leaky old tap, or broken waste trap,
Just send right away for the plumber.
Ball valve corroded or mud clogged the drain,
Winter has brought frozen pipes once again.
So turn off the tap that shuts off the main,
And send right away for the plumber.
Water tank leaking and blocked with dead leaves,
That Winter's cold winds have blown under the leaves.
The water comes stealing, down through the ceiling,
So send right away for the plumber.
The cause of the trouble is very soon found.
The old tank is lowered with care to the ground.
The new one erected and quickly connected,
And weatherproof, water tight, tidy and trim,
Is soon with clear water filled uo to the brim.
An excellent job by the plumber.
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Mr Wantage (and his assistant Fred) the telephone engineers
Ring Ring I work for Post Office telephones.
I'm the man you send for if a fault appears.
I check the cable, wire and chord, connected to the telephone,
And then discuss the remedy with other engineers.
Hello! Hello! We're working on the line.
Ring ring ring ring replace your receiver please.
Post Office Telephones will send an engineer.
Your phone was disconnected,
By a fault that's now corrected.
We are sorry to have troubled you,
But now the line is clear.
Hello! Hello! Your line has now been cleared.
Ring ring ring ring I test all the telephones,
Making certain all the lines are loud and clear.
Investigating each complaint,
Of noises loud and voices feint.
The daily occupation of a P.O. engineer.
The occupation of an engineer.
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*CAMBERWICK GREEN*
Camberwick Green characters, songs and trivia
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"Here is a box, a musical box,wound up and ready to play. But this box
can hide a secret inside. Can youguess what is in it today ?"
And out of the box would rise the episode's star character. The
backgroundwould then appear and the story would begin.
Camberwick Green was a small village near Trumpton. As its name
implies itwas a green, surrounded by shops.
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Mickey Murphy the baker, Mrs Murphy, children Paddy and Mary
Mickey lives on Camberwick Green and sells delicious walnut cakes at 5
shillings each
Mr Murphy is a master baker,
Pudding pies and pastry maker,
Biscuits buns or birthday cake,
Everything is marvellous that Murphy makes.
Delivery van song:
Driving along with the bakers man,
In a rackety, tackety baker's van.
Each loaf and cake the bakers bake,
Will roll and shake,
As our rounds we make.
With the baker man,
In the baker's van
The rackety tackety baker's van.
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Windy Miller
Windy lives at Colley's Mill, which is just outside CamberwickGreen.
The railway runs nearby. Windy makes home brew cider, and whittles
wood. When going into or out of his windmill he amazingly always
manages tomiss the sails.
Windy Miller, Windy Miller sharper than a thorn,
Like a mouse he's spry and nimble when he grinds the corn.
Like a bird he'll watch the wind and listen for the sound,
Which says he has the wind he needs to make the sails go round.
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Farmer Bell (and Mrs Bell)
Jonathon Bell works on the farm along with his farm hands. The main
produceof the farm appears to be eggs.
Fork lift song:
A go ahead farmer is Jonathon Bell
Who works his farm and he works it well
He doesn't hold much with the good old days.
In modern times use modern ways.
Electric mechanical all that is new
Which does the work that men used to do.
He swears by it all and he proves it to
On his modern mechanical farm.
Digger song:
For jobs that are big, a mechanical digger
Is bigger and better and quicker.
It lumbers and lurches and lifts heavy loads
Digging deep ditches and holes in the roads
Trenches for water main cable or drain
Rumbling and roaring and taking the strain
Loading up lorries with rubble and soil
A mechanical digger will tirelessly toil
For jobs that are big, a mechanical digger
Is bigger and better and quicker.
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PC McGary number 452
PC McGary is the thorough, do it by the book type. He travels around
on hismotorbike.
Here comes the policeman,
The big friendly policeman,
PC McGarry number 452.
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Pippin Fort an Academy for soldier boys
If the Trumpton Fire Brigade can't help you out then the soldier boys
arealways willing to jump into their army truck and come to the
rescue.Whether its diving into the canal, or baking cakes, they're the
boys tocall.
Captain Snort
Captain Snort is a soldier man,
Scarlet and gold a soldier man.
He'll work a boy as hard as he can,
To turn him into a soldier man.
Captain Snort is a soldier man,
Who lives in Pippin Fort
Seargant Major Grout,
ATTEN-TION !
SLO-OPE ARMS !
OR-DER ARMS !
Soldier boys (6 altogether):
Private Higgins, (the smartest looking soldier boy)
Private Lumley, (the one who can't tell his left from his right),
Private Armitage, (the best swimmer),
Private Meek, (Mrs Dingle's nephew).
Driving along in an army truck,
In a humpety bumpety army truck.
The people wave
To the soldiers brave,
Who sing and shout,
As they lurch about.
Oh we are in luck,
We will never be stuck,
In our humpety bumpety army truck.
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Mr Carraway the fishmonger
Fresh fish! fine fresh fish!
Herring, plaice, mackerel turbot,
Whiting, cod, halibut, dab,
Prawn, crabs, crayfish and lobster,
In green parsley and set upon a slab.
Fresh fish, fine fresh fish.
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Mrs Honeyman (the Chemist's wife) & baby
The local gossip, who didn't always get things right. In the days
beforethe internet, Mrs Honeyman was the fastest method of information
transfer.
Chatter chatter have you heard the latest gossip ?
Not a word to anyone...
But do you know that natter natter well my dear
You could have knocked me over with a feather.
I was shocked !
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Peter Hazel the postman
Peter not only delivered the letters but also emptied the post boxes.
Peter the postman is a very busy man
He empties the boxes as quickly as he can
He puts all the letters in a great big sack
And whistles as he marches with his load upon his back
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Mrs Dingle the postmistress & Packet the post office puppy
Three for Mickey Murphy, two for Dr. Mopp
One for Mr. Honey man who keeps the chemist's shop
Two for Windy Miller, three for Captain Snort
And six for all the soldier boys who live in Pippin Fort
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Mr Crockett the garage owner
If your car is needing petrol, if your van is broken down,
If your motorcycle engine starts to stick.
Then go to Crockett's garage, to Mr Crockett's garage.
He will do the work and he'll do it very quick.
Fill her up, fill her up, the petrol pumps are working,
Pump them up, pump them up, you know what tyres are.
Hurry up, hurry up, there is no time for shirking
If you want a very super sort of car.
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Doctor Mopp
Thomas Tripp the milkman
Roger Varley the chimney sweep
Mr Dagenham the salesman
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*CHIGLEY*
From the Come To Chigley record
Chigley is a tiny hamlet near Trumpton and Camberwick Green. But for
Winkstead Hall, one could drive through it without noticing its
existence.
Winkstead Hall is of course, the stately home of Lord Belborough. It
isextremely difficult to run these days, so Lord Belborough has had to
turninto a showman, like so many of his fellow peers.
Bessie the steam railway engine is his Lordship's pride and joy. He
boughtup a disused Bluebell-line type railway, converted part of
Winkstead Hallstables into an engine shed, and rerouted the track. The
public enjoy ridesfron Winkstead Hall, past the Pottery and Biscuit
Factory to Treddle'sWharf, to be greeted by Mr Swallow, the
wharfinger, who is always ready todemonstrate how quickly he can
unload Mr Rumpling's barge.
Another favourite attraction is the Six-o'clock Dance, held every
eveningin the grounds of Winkstead Hall. It is attended mainly by the
factoryworkers from Mr. Cresswell's Biscuit Factory, who pour out of
the factorywhen the six o'clock whistle blows. The music is provided
by LordBelborough, assisted by Mr. Brackett, the Winkstead Hall
Butler, turningthe handle of the Dutch organ.
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Chigley characters, songs and trivia
The programme began with one of the characters being asked:
"Are you going to Trumpton ? Camberwick Green ? Chigley ? Can we come
withyou ?"
Chigley consisted mainly of Treddles Wharf, Winkstead Hall, the
BiscuitFactory, and the Chigley Pottery. Much of the action happened
at the Wharf,and Bessie, Lord Belborough's steam engine would usually
put in anappearance.
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Lord Belborough, of Winkstead Hall
Lord Belborough travels almost everywhere on Bessie the steam engine.
The Little Steam Engine.
Time flies by when I'm the driver of a train
And I ride on the footplate there and back again
Under bridges over bridges to our destination
Puffing through the countryside there's so much to be seen.
Passengers waving as we steam through a station.
Stoke up fireman for the signal is at green.
Time flies by when I'm the driver of a train
And I ride on the footplate there and back again
In the cutting, through the tunnel,
Rushing clanking on the track.
Wheezing pistons, smoking funnels,
Turning wheels go clickety clack.
Time flies by when I'm the driver of a train
And I ride on the footplate there and back again.
The Balloonist
In charge of a barge or driving a crane,
Motor car lorry or wheazy old train.
I'd just as soon travel in a balloon,
Riding high high high high in the sky.
Over the houses the fields and the trees,
Drifting along on the soft Summer breeze.
I'd just as soon travel in a balloon,
Riding high high high, high in the sky.
The Pumping Engine - called Binnie
Steam driven beam engine pumping away,
With a hiss and a clank and a gluggluggluggle bonk.
Pumping up water by night and by day
With a (hiss) and a (clank) and a gluggluggluggle bonk.
Fly wheel a-spinning around and around,
Drawing up water from deep in the ground.
Wheel turning, coal burning, steam driven beam engine
(hiss) and a (clank) and a...
With a hiss, clank, glugglugggleuggle bonk.
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Brackett the butler at Winkstead Hall.
Brackett's duties mainly involve answering the phone and assisting
LordBelborough with Bessie. He has a very slow, distinctive walk.
With bats in the belfry, and beatle in the beams,
The stately home of England is not all that it seems.
A constant battle must be fought to fend off all decay.
The only way to meet the cost is hold an open day.
Visitors Contribute, to the cost of repair,
By trips upon the stram train, and visits to the fair.
For fine buildings, furniture and priceless works of art
In the culture of our people play a most important part.
For it takes hard work and dedication
To preserve this house for the nation
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Mr Bilton the gardener at Winkstead Hall.
Planting, seeding, pruning, weeding,
Always busy with a rake and a hoe.
Pest spraying, turf laying, sweeping uop the leaves.
Its a full time job, to make a garden grow
Ditch digging, path trimming, tidying the greenhouse,
Potting in the potting shed and cutting back shoots,
Bud nipping, hedge clipping, sweeping up the leaves,
Its a full time job, to make a garden grow.
and
Black fly, greenfly, wire worm, caterpillar,
Red spider leatherjacket, throaps and slugs.
Lawn mowing, dutch hoing, sweeping up the leaves,
Its a full time job to make a garden grow.
Blackspot, brownrot, root rot, leaf curl,
Mildew, grey mould, blight and rust
Bud nipping hedge clipping, sweeping up the leaves
Its a worthwhile job, to make a garden grow.
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Mr Cresswell the biscuit factory manager.
The biscuit factory is Trumptonshire's biggest employer by far and Mr
Cresswell keeps tham all working hard until the whistle blows for the
sixo'clock dance. The boxes of biscuits are labelled Cresswell's
ChigleyBiscuits (CCB).
Nicely precisely and all untouched by hand.
Efficiency our moto, by which we proudly stand.
Cooked, cartoned, checked and crated, labelled and dispatched.
Efficiency efficiency at which we can't be matched.
Efficiency efficiency, our watch word while we work
The customer is always right a fact we never shirk.
Automation for the nation, time is not to waste,
Although at times we gain more speed by using much less haste.
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Mr Harry Farthing & Winney at the Chigley pottery
Whirl around twirl around shiny wet clay.
Firm hands will shape it
And make it a bowl for your roses.
Whirl around twirl around shiny wet clay.
Firm hands will shape it,
And make it a bowl for your roses,
To brighten your day.
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Mr Swallow the Warfinger at Treddles Wharf:
Lifting the boxes and barrels and bundles
Stacking the drainpipes and logs from the woods
A crane does the work as it rattles and rumbles
Shifting the lumber and loading the goods
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Mr Rumpling the barge owner (bargee)
He works the Trumpton canal, mainly carrying crates to Treddles wharf,
tobe collected by Lord Belborough. (Actually it's a narrow boat not a
barge)
Chugging along between banks of green willow
Buttercup meadows, sweet nettle and dock
Sheep in the meadow so peaceful and still-o
And just 'round the bend we reach Camberwick Lock
Nothing is better than being at large
In charge of a gay inland waterway barge
The sun on the water is glinting and gleaming
Soon we are leaving the Camberwick Lock
Pass by the anglers all drowsily dreaming
And far in the distance chimes Trumpton town clock
Nothing is better than being at large
In charge of a gay inland waterway barge
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Mr Clutterbuck the builder
Bricks! bricks! laying the bricks,
Hods to be carried and mortar to mix,
Plans to be followed and measurements made,
Grounds to be levelled and foundations layed for the:
Bricks! bricks! laying the bricks
Hods to be carried and mortar to mix.
With trowel and level the bricks are well layed,
For the master brick layer will knows all the tricks of his trade.
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Mr Gubbins and Mr Sneed the Corporation Dustmen
We are the corporation dustmen
With the corporation dust cart.
And we clean up all the rubbish and the mess.
We empty all the bins.
We salvage empty tins.
And bale up cardboard cartons in a press.
We are the corporation dustmen
With the corporation dust cart.
And we do our job with zeal and with zest.
We're efficient quick and thorough
When we're cleaning up the borough.
We're the corporation dustmen
We're the best
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At the end of every CHIGLEY episode, the whistle would blow, and all
thefactory workers from the biscuit factory would head off for the
six-o'clockdance. Music was played by the Dutch organ.
Hurry up, hurry up gather around.
Music and laughter are here to be found.
Now is the time for a breath of fresh air.
Come and enjoy all the fun of the fair.
Side shows and swings there's so much to be seen.
Old friends from Trumpton and Camberwick Green.
Everything pleases and nothing dismays,
As the music so merrily plays.
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I know this was a bit long but, well, I _think_ the content excuses
the length.
Justin
--
justin-------------------quis custodiet ipsos custodes?
Mike Plowman
>>what's the rest of this though - "Time flies by when you're the driver of a
>>train, and you ride on the footplate there and back again. Under bridges over
>>bridges......" (wasn't this sung by Brian Cant of PlayAway?).
>The "!?!?!?" was to express my disbelief at "Stout"!
>The next line (I think) is
>"...to our destination"
>but I would love to know the rest.
>Steve.
Unfortunately. I can only remember the words to the Half-man Half
Biscuit version of Time flies by.
Time flies by when you're the driver of a train,
Speeding into Trumpton with a cargo of cocaine,
I get high, I'm like the pilot of a plane,
Gotta get th'syringes out and crank up once again
Under bridges, over bridges,
To our destination,
careful with that spliff, Eugene
It causes condensation
Every saturday I get the Chigley skins,
and they always smash my windows,
cos the home side always wins
time flies by.....etc
HMHB also did a spiffing track called The Trumpton Riots
Unemployment's rising in the Chigley end of town,
and it's spreading like pneumonia,
doesn't look like going down
Theres trouble at the fire Station,
someone has been sacked.
and the lads are hatching out a plan
to get rid of Captain Flack.
Tell Pc McGary that he'd better get some mates
and arm themselves with CS gas,
They're gonna be out late.
we've had canned conformity since 1966
and now subversion's in the air
in the shape of flying bricks.
(Chorus)
Someone get a message through to Captain Snort
that he'd better start assembling
the boys from the fort
And keep Mrs Honeyman right out of sight
cos there's gonna be a riot
down in Trumpton tonight.
All this aristocracy has really got to stop
We'll overthrow the surgery and kidnap Dr Mopp
Chippy Minton's socialists can storm the market square
where thay can then execute our autocratic mayor
Windy Miller legions are outside the town hall gate,
with windmill sails and sticks with nails,
their eyes all filled with hate
But Snorty and his boys arrive
in one big air strike crew,
whenabouts they bring about a military coup
(Chorus)
Someone ....etc
Take That could learn a lot from those HMHB boys:)
Mike
Bicester
UK
Dr. B.J.Fisher
[snipped]
: I think 'Driving along in a bakers van' was actually 'Driving along in an army
: truck, in a humpity-bumpity army truck/The people wave at the soldiers
: brave/And we sing and shout as we lurch about/Oh we are in luck/We will never
: be stuck/In a humpity-bumpity army truck'
: The soldiers came from Pippin Fort (I think - reference to 'Pogles Wood'
: here?)
Perhaps a sinister hint that young Pippin (from _Pogles' Wood_) was being
held captive there to stop him getting his hands on the _Watch with Mother_
slot again...? :-) After all, I don't remember many scenes *inside* Pippin
Fort (if there was even space in there, it wasn't much bigger than the army
truck!).
I remember being surprised even as a child that we could be shown something
as spaced out as _Pogles' Wood_. Does anyone have any idea of just what sort
of creature Pippin's friend Tog was meant to be?
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Dr. Ben Fisher Lecturer in French, School of Modern Languages
============== University of Wales, Bangor
Mail: b.j.f...@bangor.ac.uk
URL: http://www.bangor.ac.uk/ml/sml-home.htm
Tel: (0)1248-382121 Fax: (0)1248-382551
** Usual disclaimers in place of witty comment **
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Mike Plowman
>s...@mfltd.co.uk (Steve Biggs) wrote:
><snip>
>> The "!?!?!?" was to express my disbelief at "Stout"!
>> The next line (I think) is
>> "...to our destination"
>> but I would love to know the rest.
>> Steve.
>With credit to "The Trumptonshire Web" (which can be found at
>http://www.bbc.co.uk/evans/trumpgo.htm) here follows a wealth of
>information about Trumpton, Camberwick Green and Chigley.
>(I wasn't going to post these here but, well, hope you like them.)
>I know this was a bit long but, well, I _think_ the content excuses
>the length.
>Justin
Hear Hear!!!
I'm sure everyone would wish to thank Justin for this mammoth typo.
I'm not sure how this has all developed in the UK comedy group, maybe
we should move these Herbs/Trumpton threads over to
rec.arts.tv.uk.misc.
Mike
bicester
UK
Jeremy Rogers
>BTW, as the followers of this thread seem to be of similar age (or
>prolifically long childhood, phenomenal memory or just extreme good
>taste :-) ), does anyone remember *THE HERBS*, or know where I can get
>videos of Parsley and friends??
The Herbs appears sometimes on Channel 4 and also on TCC.
Jez
--
Carl Birkinshaw
: Jus...@jpcubed.demon.co.uk (Justin)
: Jez
: --
I took out a video from the children's section of the local video shop
about a year ago, 2 or 3 stories to a tape. In one episode, all the little
chives caught colds and had jumpers knitted for them by a character whose
name I can't recall.
love & peace
Carl.
Paul Rhodes
>Unfortunately. I can only remember the words to the Half-man Half
>Biscuit version of Time flies by.
Well, there's a surprise.
______________________________________________________paul....@liffe.com
"At this stage in my life, I'm more interested in a talking frog"