Old Sir Simon The King

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Handsworth and Handsworth Wood
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Like An Old Fashioned Waltz
Gold Dust - Live at the Royalty
Charles Dickens 1812-1870
Scrooge (A Christmas Carol) 1951
London Odds and Ends
Plain Capers
Fire and Sleet and Candlelight
Fi Fraser and Jo Freya
Eclection Words
Rhythm & Blues
The Dog and Dustbin
Hark! The Villages
The Battle Of The Field
The Albion Country Bands
Old Sir Simon The King
Pace Egging
Umps and Dumps
Gorse Hall
Arborfield, Berkshire
Tall Ships
Norman Thelwell
A Garland of Carols
Harvest Home
Triple Echo
Rubber Folk
In Town Tonight
Forest and Vale and High Blue Hill
Between The Severn and The Wye
A Country Christmas
Al Bowlly's In Heaven
Ghost Stories of an Antiquary
Canon Alberic's Scrap-book.
Lost Hearts
The Mezzotint
The Ash-tree
Number 13
Count Magnus
'Oh, Whistle, and I'll Come to You, My Lad'
The Treasure of Abbot Thomas
Appearances Of A Different Sort
Robin Hood

[Trad. arr. Albion Dance Band]

Words anon. from D'Urfey's Wit and Mirth: or Pills to Purge Melancholy 1719-1720. Tune anon. from The Division Violin 1685 and Humphry Salter's The Genteel Companion 1683

This was performed by the Albion Dance Band (Shirley Collins, Eddie Upton, vocals; John Rodd, concertina; John Sothcott, recorder; Phil Pickett, curtal; Simon Nicol, guitar; Ashley Hutchings, bass guitar; Michael Gregory, drums) in a BBC radio session recorded on July 22, 1976. It was published in 1998 on the CD The BBC Sessions. Another 1996 live recording of unknown origin is on
The Guv'nor Vol. 2. It has a nice introduction by Shirley and is sung a bit slower than the BBC version.

In a humour I was of late,
As many good fellows may be;
To think of no matters of state,
But to seek for good company.
My hostess was sick of the mumps,
The maid was ill at her ease,
The tapster drunk in his dumps;
They're all of one disease,
That e'er should suit my mind
So I travelled up and down
No company could I find;
Till I came to the sight of The Crown.

Chorus (after each verse):
|: Says Old Sir Simon the King :|
With his ale-drop't hose and his malmsey nose
Sing hey-ding-ding

If a Puritan skinker do cry,
“Dear Brother it is a sin,
To drink if you be dry.”
Then straight this tale I begin.
A Puritan lay down his can
And took up a foaming jug
And there he played the man
As long as he could tug.
And when that he was spied
Did ever he swear or rail?
“No truly, dear brother,” he cried,
“Indeed all flesh is frail.”

If a man should be drunk tonight
And laid in his grave tomorrow
Would you or any man say
That he died of care or sorrow?
Hang up all sorrow and care
`Tis able to kill a cat
And he that will drink all night
Is never afraid of that!
For drinking will make a man quaff,
And quaffing will make a man sing;
Singing will make a man laugh,
And laughter long life doth bring

The lyrics were copied from the Ashley Hutchings songbook A Little Music.

The BBC Sessions 1998
Strange Fruit SFRSCD050, 1998

The Guv'nor Vol 2 1994 [click for larger image]
HTD Records HTDCD 29 1994

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