Said 'how often must I explain?
My box is purple; there's no excuse
For calling it maroon or puce.'
Doesn't like fun runs.
He prefers to go less far -
Just from here to the bar.
Is not much like an amoeba.
Most single-celled protozoa
Play 'Laudnum Bunches' much slower.
Dances among Havocs as well as Vales;
Along with Playford
Cotswold morris she has favoured.
Was not a shy man
His voice resounded like Jove's
When he sang Matty Groves
As a map reader has no comparison
Wherever you are dancing
She can drive you, from John o'Groats to Lancing
Was rather fond of puds.
His stomach would rumble
At the thought of Barbara's apple crumble
Had only one regret.
It would always irk him
To reach the end of the firkin.
Thought her instrument had lost its sheen.
So she rubbed her concertina
Was afraid her bodhran would get wet
Even after three months' drought
She wouldn't get it out.
Astonished her kin and kith
By playing the songs of Harry Lauder
On her recorder.
Could never be bothered to get out of bed
But on Saturdays he would change his locus
In time for Football Focus
Was always telling fibs
She'd say she was crap on the box -
What a load of old socks!
Said ‘I wish you’d try to explain
The dances with rather more skill;
I can’t tell my Hunt the Squirrel from my Banbury Bill
Sent me a photograph of Wardrobes Lane
But her clothes are never hanging
Because she's too busy twanging.
Is one of the sunny ones.
A smile from Susie
Stops us all feeling bluesy
Had an unfortunate habit
Of dancing Vandals
In high-heeled sandals.
invested in laccy.
'Don't want the knickers to fall down
in the middle of hands around.'
Enjoys putting his bells on.
But if he drops a hankie
He gets cranky.
Was a very busy Maedchen.
She had no time for dandlin'
usually has nothing to say
but has been known to frame
an answer to 'Pint of the same?'
might have been called Patricia
his Mum and his Dad
weren't expecting a lad
Wanted the buckets to fill up.
So she ran through the crowd with curses
Shouting 'Get out your purses!'
Has fewer arms than the goddess Kali
For a morris dancer to be thus
Is a plus.
mixed the adhesive and the hardener
and to prove she couldn't be keener
she glued herself to her concertina
Preferred not to dance in a cold field.
But learning morris at Botley
Kept her blood flowing more hotly.
On telling Bampton from Adderbury was rather vague.
But he was remarkably quick
At distinguishing a hankie from a stick.
Was very good at rhymin’;
With no pretensions to be arty,
She was a wow at the Christmas party.
Was never tempted to enlist as a sailor.
She reckons, with any luck,
She’ll get as close to water as she needs by being a Duck.
Was normally quite serene.
But sometimes his brow would wrinkle;
So he would give a little tinkle.
Joined Havoc, I suppose,
Since after the Oxford Folk Festival
She needs an activity both folky and aestival.
Used to be carefree.
But Havoc soon destroyed her sense of order
When she substituted Cotswold for Border.
Always looked not up but down*
But the audience will forgive you every sin
If you give them a grin.
*This is a gross libel. Sorry.
Thought it would harden her
If she learned to play Banks of the Dee
While standing up to her neck in the sea.
Is a natural hanky-swisher
And also very quick
At grasping what to do with a stick
scratched an itch hard:
'I've come out in lumps all over,
playing the Wild Rover.'
said same to you with knobs on!
You think morris looks foolish?
We think it's cool! (ish)
Is fond of various forms of fruggin'*
But the kind that really makes her tick
Needs hankies, or a stick.
*to frug = to dance, after a dance of the same name from the sixties
Sings some songs that are merry,
But you’ll have more often heard her
Sing of misery and murder!
His Havoc career did start well;
But now we gently weep
For he's gone north to worry sheep.