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I remember it something like this, but with more of an accent. ;-)
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From out of the East there came a hard man
Oh, All the way from (?) Brichton?
Ah, Glory hallelujah
Cod liver oil and the orange juice
He's gone into a pub and he's come out paralytic
Oh, VP and cider
Ah, what a hell of a mixture.....
Does this bus go to the (?) Palais?
Oh no, the bus cannae dance, sir....
At the dancin' he's met Hairy Mary,
Oh, the flower o' the Gorbals....
Well now Mary, are ye dancin'?
Oh no, it's just the way I'm standin'....
Well now Mary, can I run ye hame?
Oh no, I've got me desert wellies.....
So it's out of the Palais and down to (?)
[gone completely]
Then out to the (?) came Mary's mither
Oh, she was going to the cloggie
Now Hairy Mary's had a little baby
Oh, it's faither's in the army
Ah, puir wee bastard....
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David, a good try but it's not just the accent. There was enough "Glesca
vernacular" in Hamish's Cod Liver Oil and Orange Juice to require someone
from Glasgow to explain the lyrics. For example "...all the way from
Brigton (Bridgeton Cross in Glasgow). If memory serves me well, "Oh no,
I've got me desert wellies is..." is actually "I've got a pair of saunies"
(sandshoes) etc., etc.,
I clearly remember Hamish's two most requested songs at the Glasgow Folk
Centre in the '60's were Cod Liver Oil and Black is the Colour. As Hamish
was rarely sober in those days (likewise, his audience) unless you see the
lyrics in print, it would be hard to remember them.
I didn't say this was Imlach's version. I mostly heard it sung by
someone whose name escapes me entirely in Bangor (N. Wales). I seem
to recall the version on the album says 'sandshoes', FWIW, but I
never actually set out to learn it, and very much doubt if I ever
attempted to sing it.
I'm afraid I never heard Imlach live.
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> I remember it something like this, but with more of an accent. ;-)
This is the version I'm familiar with (one of the great songs, IMHO):
COD LIVER OIL AND ORANGE JUICE
As sung by Hamish Imlach
Well oot o' the East there came a hard man
Oh-ho, a' the way frae Brigton?
Ah-ha, glory hallelujah
Cod liver oil and the orange juice
Well he went intae a pub and he come oot paralytic
Oh, VP and cider |VP is rum or sherry, I think
Ah-ha, what a hell of a mixture
Cod liver oil and the orange juice
(spoken: Sex rears its ugly head...)
Does this bus go tae the Dennistoun Palais?
Oh-ho, I'm lookin' fur a lumber |looking for a woman [1]
Ah-ha, glory hallelujah
Cod liver oil and the orange juice
(spoken: Eyes up the talent, and lo and behold...)
In the dancin' he met Hairy Mary,
Oh, the flooer o' the Gorbals |flower
Ah-ha, glory hallelujah
Cod liver oil and the orange juice
(spoken: Chats he up...)
Aw noo Mary, are ye dancin'?
"Oh no, it's just the way I'm staunin'" |standing
Ah-ha, glory hallelujah
Cod liver oil and the orange juice
(spoken: Rebuffed!)
Well then, Mary, yer one in a million,
"Oh-ho, so's yer chances!"
Ah-ha, glory hallelujah
Cod liver oil and the orange juice
(spoken: Rebuffed again!)
Well then Mary, can I run ye hame?
Oh-ho, I've got a pair of sandshoes,
"A ha-ha, ye're hell of a funny!"
Cod liver oil and the orange juice
(spoken: Never say die. Sways aboot nonchalantly,
picking his nails with a bayonet. An' he knocks her off...)
Well, doon through the back-close, an' intae the dunny, |[2]
Oh-ho, it wasnae fur the first time, |wasn't
Ah-ha, glory hallelujah
Cod liver oil and the orange juice
Then oot came her mammy - she was goin' tae the cludgie, |[3]
Oh-ho, I buggered off sharpish,
Ah-ha, glory hallelujah
Cod liver oil and the orange juice
Noo Hairy Mary's lookin' for her hard man,
Oh-ho, he's jined the Foreign Legion |joined
Ah-ha, Sahara unner ra camels, |under the camels
Cod liver oil and the orange juice
Then Hairy Mary's had a little baby
Oh-ho, its faither's in the army
Ah-ha, glory hallelujah
Cod liver oil and the orange juice
[1] = an approximation. If you're looking for a lumber (or a "bag-off"),
you're out for the night hoping to hook up with a member off the opposite
sex with a view to having a (often temporary) sexual liaison.
[2] = dunny: a passage or basement in a tenement building.
[3] = cludgie: an outside toilet in a tenement building
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It's in the collection "Noise and Smoky Breath" (ed. Hamish Whyte), an
anthology of Glasgow poems published by the Third Eye Centre (now the
Centre for Contemporary arts, or CCA for short) in 1983 and which still
seems to be in print.
The song was written in 1962 by Carl MacDougall, so it's still covered
by copyright.
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It's a long time since I sang this, but this is how I remember it...
We usually censored the last chorus in a vain attempt to avoid
causing offence...
CODLIVER OIL AND ORANGE JUICE
*****************************
All from the East there cam' a hard man,
Oh ho ho, all the way from Brigton.
Cho: Ah ha ha, Glory hallelujah,
Codliver oil and the orange juice,
He went intae a pub and he came oot steamin'
Oh ho ho, VP wine and cider
Does this bus gae tae the Dennistoun palais?
Oh ho ho, lookin' for a lumber
At the palais he met the Hairy Mary,
Oh ho ho, the flooer o' the Gorbals
He says "Hey Mary, you're one in a million"
Oh ho ho, "And so's yer chances..."
"I'll run ye hame, I got a pair o' sandshoes"
Oh ho ho, ye think yer bloody funny..."
He took Mary hame and they went doon a back close
Oh ho ho, it wasnae for the first time
Mary's mither cam' doon for tae shite upon the cludgie,
Oh ho ho, they buggered off right sharpish
Hairy Mary's looking for her hard man,
Oh ho ho, he's joined the foreign legion
Ah ha ha, Sahara and the camels,
Codliver oil and the orange juice,
Hairy Mary's had a little baby,
Oh ho ho, faither's in the airmy
Hairy Mary, Whaddya call your baby?
Oh ho ho, Whaddya call your baby?
Cho: Ah ha ha, Glory hallelujah,
Glory be to the newborn king.
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While we're in the sixties in Scotland, perhaps you can help me
with some other songs from the period:
I remember a snatch of one about Prince Charles:
Intae a pub for a cherry hearing...
After his second cherry brandy,
He starts thinking on Christine and Mandy,
He kens his faither's got their numbers handy,
Lucky wee Prince Chairlie...
And even less of one about the politics in Macmillan's time:
Blunder Mac, Countin' beads...
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Is Geordie Hamilton still around? It _was_ Geordie who wrote
"Kirkintilloch", wasn't it?
Sheila Mackay Viemeister
>This is the version I'm familiar with (one of the great songs, IMHO):
Also the title of his autobiography, which is well worth a read
if you get the chance . .
G.
BTW, what are you going to nail Stuart to?
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>While we're more or less on the subject of Hamish Imlach, can anyone point
>me to a copy of his book?
Your local library. I THINK it's out of print and had been
remaindered.
G.
Yes, it is out of print. Although Hamish was thinking of a reissue with
more photographs he never got round to doing it.
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>> >While we're more or less on the subject of Hamish Imlach, can anyone
>point
>> >me to a copy of his book?
>>
>> Your local library. I THINK it's out of print and had been
>> remaindered.
>>
>> G.
>
>Yes, it is out of print. Although Hamish was thinking of a reissue with
>more photographs he never got round to doing it.
>
A great shame. Although the book is brilliant, it is not what was
originally intended; ISTR he intended to follow it up with the
original concept. (I think this is in the Introduction to the book).
Someone should do it, it's more important now that Hamish is gone than
ever.
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There is (or was) a cheap fortified wine called "Lanliq" or something like
that. It was always regarded with amusement/derision, because it was
purchased for its potency rather than any delicate taste it may have had.
ss...@my-deja.com wrote:
> it has something sounding like
> "landlick and cider"
> Lanliq is a fortified wine
Not that I would drink the stuff!!!Davy
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>In article <7le7k5$sve$1...@nnrp1.deja.com>,
> <ss...@my-deja.com> wrote:
>> Thanks, Nigel, for the explanations in particular. So I'm hoping you (or
>> someone else) will be able to help me with this one. My recording is a
>> later one than the one your lyrics are based on and instead of
>> "VP and cider"
>> it has something sounding like
>> "landlick and cider"
>
>There is (or was) a cheap fortified wine called "Lanliq" or something like
>that. It was always regarded with amusement/derision, because it was
>purchased for its potency rather than any delicate taste it may have had.
Was it a MacCormick cartoon which advertised "Lanliq- the bam's dram"?
There's also a downmarket version of "Campbeltown Loch" which has the
line "Hogganfield Loch ah wish ye were Lanny".
(For the benefit of furriners; Hogganfield Loch is a boating pond
close to the notorious 60s housing schemes Easterhouse and Blackhill.)
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