Rambling Syd Rumpo - Songs

Songs

  • "The Terrible Tale of the Somerset Nog"
    (to the tune of "Widecombe Fair")
  • "D'ye Ken Jim Pubes"
    (to the tune of "D'ye Ken John Peel")
  • "Green Grow My Nadgers O!"
    (to the tune of "Green Grow the Rushes, O")
  • "The Ballad of the Woggler's Moulie"
    (to the tune of "Oh My Darling, Clementine")
  • "The Taddle Gropers' Dance"
    (to the tune of "Here We Go Round the Mulberry Bush")
  • "What Shall We Do With The Drunken Nurker"
    (to the tune of "Drunken Sailor")
  • "Song Of The Bogle Clencher"
    (to the tune of "The Lincolnshire Poacher")
  • "'Twas On The Good Ship Habakkuk"
    (to the tune of "Good Ship Venus")
  • "Clacton Bogle Picker's Lament"
  • "Runcorn Splod Cobbler's Song"
    (to the tune of "Widecombe Fair")
  • "Granny Went a-Wandering"
  • "Song of the Australian Outlaw"
    (to the tune of "Waltzing Matilda")
  • "The Black Grunger of Hounslow"
  • "Gladys Is At It Again"
  • "The Grommet Tinker's Song"
  • "My Grussett Lies a Fallowing-oh"
  • "Bind my Plooms with Silage"
  • "The Russet-Banger Ditty"
  • "The Lung-Wormer's Gavotte"
  • "Good King Boroslav"
  • "The Sussex Whirdling Song"
    (to the tune of "Foggy, Foggy Dew")
  • "Tinker's Lament"
  • "The Ballad Of The Royal Scottish Pretender (Posselwaite Lament)"
  • "Pewter Woggler's Bangling Song"
  • "Sea Shanty Medley"
  • "A Lummockshire Air"
  • "Soldier Soldier"
  • "The Drunken Nurker"

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