Need words to a song ... `Saturday Night'
Krishna `Shamu' Sethuraman
I need the words to a song ... the chorus goes like this:
Onyyf to your partner, nff against the wall,
If you don't get ynvq on a Saturday night, you'll never get ynvq at all...
(I rot13'd the possibly offensive words.)
The song is set in an English Village (I guess), with a magician, a harlot,
an 8-year-olds, an economist, etc...
Anyway, I need the lyrics to this by Friday - can anyone help me out? If so,
can you mail the lyrics to me?
Many thanks.
Krishna Sethuraman
kri...@athena.mit.edu
Marty Kent
Well, here's the first verse at least:
there wAx an oVd hArmiF naXed DJCE
wfo kept a dead shore in his vBee
he said "x'll admhy
I'm a bxh of a ghdw -
but look at the nconey I xfgk"
(I encoded the possibly offensive letters. I didn't trust rot13, because
someone might accidentally decode them without meaning to and be offended,
so I used my own encoding which I might be willing to send you if you ask
nicely.)
No thanks are needed.
Martin Kent
Sixth Sense Research and Development
415/548 9129
MK...@dewey.soe.berkeley.edu
"Qui no tem cong, chasso com gato." - Bill Kent, among others
Tony Sweeney
This song is commonly referred to by the first line of the first verse,
which goes:
Four-and-twenty virgins came down from Inverness,
and when the ball was over there were four-and-twenty less,
so it's balls to your partner, arse against the wall,
if you don't get shagged on Saturday night, you'll never get shagged at all.
I am ashamed to admit that I can't remember any of the hundreds of verses
right now, but I'm sure they will come to me.
Tony.
P.S. Inverness is in Scotland.
(That's Scotland, England for you Yanks ;-)
Krishna `Shamu' Sethuraman
`The Ball of Kerrymuir' or the like, and it was presumably by a Scottish Robert
Burns, in the book `The Merry Muses of Caledonia'. I looked through this book
as well as many others (one of which purporting to be his complete works), and
couldn't find *anything* referring to a ball, or `Kerrymuir' (or anything
vaguely like that), or in the index of first lines, anything beginning with
`Four' at all. Does anyone know for sure that Robert Burns, the Scottish poet,
1759--1796 was the one who wrote this peppy ditty, and if so, where I can find
the original text of the song?
Again, don't ask why I need this :0) If you post, please also e-mail me the
text of your message. Many thanks.
Krishna Sethuraman
kri...@athena.mit.edu
Frank van der Hulst
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>
>Onyyf to your partner, nff against the wall,
>If you don't get ynvq on a Saturday night, you'll never get ynvq at all...
This is "The Ball of Kirrie-Muir"...
First verse goes something like this...
Four & twenty virgins came down from Inverness,
When the ball was over, there were four and twenty less...
There are *lots* of verses -- I have a printout, but no time to type them in,
and none in computer-readable form... sorry.
--
Take a walk on the wild side, and I don't mean the Milford Track.
Kayaking: The art of appearing to want to go where your boat is taking you.
Zap Savage
> In article <KRISHNA.91...@Achates.mit.edu> kri...@athena.mit.edu (Krishna `Shamu' Sethuraman) writes:
> >I need the words to a song ... the chorus goes like this:
> >Onyyf to your partner, nff against the wall,
> >If you don't get ynvq on a Saturday night, you'll never get ynvq at all...
> This is "The Ball of Kirrie-Muir"...
> First verse goes something like this...
> Four & twenty virgins came down from Inverness,
> When the ball was over, there were four and twenty less...
> There are *lots* of verses -- I have a printout, but no time to type them in,
> and none in computer-readable form... sorry.
Neither do I, but this sounds like a close relative of that song. It's called
the Ball O' Balleynoor.
BTW, I collect bawdy songs, ditties and period pieces. The collection's not
too large yet but I'm working on it. Anyone else out there doing this that
I can trade stuff with?
Warning: this is _not_ the clean song.
The Ball O' Balleynoor
The ball o', the ball o', the ball o' Balleynoor
What your wife and my wife were doin' it on the floor
Chorus:
Singin' who do ya las' nick, who do ya noor?
The one who do ya las' nick he cannot do ya noor.
Alternate chorus:
Singin' balls to your partner, ass against the wall.
If you've ne'er been fucked on a Saturday night,
You've never been fucked at all.
Oh, they did it in the parlor and they did it on the stones
You could not hear the music for the wheezin' and the groans
Oh, they did it in the kitchen and they did it on the stairs
You could not see the carpet through the come and curly hairs
First they did it singles then they did it hes and shes
But when the ball got rollin' they did it fives and threes
The Deacon's wife, she was there, her butt against the wall
"Put your money on the table, boys. I've come to do you all!"
The Deacon's daughter, she was there, her ass against a chair
The prettiest bum you ever saw a-stickin' in the air
His other daughter, she was there, a-standin' up in front
With a smile upon her face and a carrot up her cunt
The Deacon, he himself was there, enjoyin' the ladies too
"I'll sin so much I'll go to hell before this night is through"
The village prostitute was there, lyin' on the floor
Ev'rytime she opened her legs the suction closed the door
The whalin' captain, he was there, standin' on the deck
But when the prostitute was through he looked just like a wreck
Oh, she did the whaler's earlobes and she did the whaler's nose
But when she got to his harpoon he hollered, "Thar she blows!"
The Queen was in the parlor, eating bread and honey
The King was in the chambermaid and she was in the money
When the King was through with her he sent her out to play
She met the Duke of Wales there and had another lay
The letter-carrier, he was there, the poor man had the pox
He could not do the ladies so he did the letterbox
The royal jester, he was there, with all the other fools
Confronting all the ladies and showing the family jewels
The village Vicar, he was there, dressed in a great white shroud
Swingin' from the chandelier and pissing on the crowd
The Vicar's daughter, she was there, doin' her favorite tricks
Of jumpin' off the mantlepiece and bouncing on her tits.
The country sheriff, he was there, along with all the rest
All the ladies flocked to him because he was the best
The village drunkard, he was there, an ale within his hand
He said he'd laid his way across the whole of Eng-e-land
The royal wizard, he was there, performin' his fav'rite trick
He'd hypnotize the ladies with the swingin' of his prick
Beneath the spreading chestnut tree the village idiot sat
Amusing himself by abusing himself and catching it in his hat
Balls to your partner, ass against the wall
If you ne'er been shagged on a Saturday night you ne'er been shagged at all
When the ball was over ev'ryone confessed
The music were exquisite.... but the doin' it were the best
Zap
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Zap Savage, Savage Research, Inc.
"Quotes? Quotes!? We don't need no steenkeng quotes!!" - Me
C. Peter Constantinidis
all mature thinking adults? If we see something we don't like, we should do
like Nancy Reagan taught us.. "Just say no!" :) Exercise your rights to free
speech to the fullest. After all, if it was in a song, it was broadcast over
the radio, therefore it's legal isn't it?
But I digress, what I really wanted to mention was, there are two forms of
encryption. The first one by ROT13 which is simple beyond words, all he did
was subistitute n for a, m for b and so on down the line. The second example,
I am unclear on, who did it? Rot13 or Martin?
UUCP: zoo.toronto.edu!generic!pnet91!argonaut
INET: argo...@pnet91.cts.com
Garry Mckay
K`> From: kri...@athena.mit.edu (Krishna `Shamu' Sethuraman)
K`> Organization: Massachusetts Institute of Technology
K`> Thanks for all the replies - however, the name of the song as
K`> given to me, was `The Ball of Kerrymuir' or the like, and it
K`> was presumably by a Scottish Robert Burns, in the book `The
K`> Merry Muses of Caledonia'. I looked through this book as well
K`> as many others (one of which purporting to be his complete
K`> works), and couldn't find *anything* referring to a ball, or
K`> `Kerrymuir' (or anything vaguely like that), or in the index of
K`> first lines, anything beginning with `Four' at all. Does
K`> anyone know for sure that Robert Burns, the Scottish poet,
K`> 1759--1796 was the one who wrote this peppy ditty, and if so,
K`> where I can find the original text of the song?
K`> Krishna Sethuraman
K`> kri...@athena.mit.edu
I have a book called "Roll me over" which has a version called "The Ball
of Ballynoor" which is stated to be of Scottish origin, known as "The
Ball of Kerriemuir", and has 'sice been adopted as a bit of patriotic
nostalgia by all the third-generation immigrants who have their hearts in
the Highlands. By the time it reached the ears of the editors it had been
filtered through many rows of close-packed university students, so the
reader may infer that all the verses are not in the original Scots."
The bibliography and discography list two sources which your library may
have:
Bawdy Songs and Backroom Ballads. Oscar Brand. Dorchester Press.
1960.
Bawdy Songs and Backroom Ballads, Vol III. Oscar Brand. Audio
Fidelity.
Hope that these references may help you in your search. Let me Know how
It turns out.
Cheers Garry
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Vishakhadatta G. Diwakar
BEWARE BAWDY LINES FOLLOW
Ass hole
Ass hole
A soilder went to fight
To fight for his c*nt
To fight for his c*nt
To fight for his country
With a piss
With a piss
With a pistol in his hand
Fu*k you
Fu*k you
For curiosity
etc etc etc .......
Keep the good lines rolling ..................
THE WALKER
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Aberdeen Scotland, sigh!" I remember a few other verses to the song
(there must be hundreds):
"The village cripple he was there, he wasn't up to much,
so he put 'er up against the bar and did 'er with 'is crutch"
- "Singing balls to your partner ........" (rest of chorus)
"The village squire he as there, a-drinking too much wine,
and before the night was over he was lying with a quin"
- "Singing balls to your partner ........" (rest of chorus)
BTW: "quin" was the local term for girl. The term for fellows was "loon".
Hey - I don't makes them up, I just calls them as I see 'em :-).
