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AKA<\/strong><\/td>Paddy’s Wish
Dearly you must pay for your mutton
Paddy’s Wit<\/td><\/tr>
First Published<\/td>1865<\/td><\/tr><\/tbody><\/table><\/figure>\n\n\n\n

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Writer\/composer<\/td>George Ware<\/td>Roud<\/strong><\/td>RN22630<\/td><\/tr><\/tbody><\/table><\/figure>\n\n\n\n

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Music Hall Performers<\/strong><\/td>George Ware, Sam Collins, Tony Pastor<\/td><\/tr>
Folk performances<\/strong><\/td>Collected from the singing of:<\/strong>
Unknown, England, c1916<\/td><\/tr><\/tbody><\/table><\/figure>\n<\/div><\/div>\n\n\n\n
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From the Bodleian Ballad Collection<\/a> dated 1863-1885)\n\nThe Englishman, Irishman, & Scotchman, or Dearly you must pay for your mutton\n\nAn Englishman, an Irishman, \nAnd a Scotchman too, one day\nWere a going along together\nAnd one of them did say -\nWe are all very hungry, \nAnd I see on yonder hill\nA lot of little baa-lambs, \nLet's take on and have a fill\n\nThe notion was agreed on, \nTo the fields they went together,\nThere being a lot to choose from\nThey chose a fine wether;\nOne held the head, the other its legs, \nThe other drew its knife, \nTo keep themselves from starving, \nThey took away his life.\n\nThey soon made up a fire,\nAnd the sheep began to cook,\nThey were only after eating it,\nWhen the farmer the whole lot took;\nSays he, for this you shall dearly pay, \nFor cutting that sheep's wizzen, \nSo like a shot he caught the lot\nAnd whacked them off to prison.\n\nNext day before the old judge,\nThe whole of them was took,\nThe jury found them 'Guilty'\nAnd the judge looked in a book:\nSaid he, this a case for hanging,\nThe black cap on his head,\nJohn Bull, Paddy and Sawney, \nYou must be hung till you're dead.\n\nBut I'll be merciful to you, \nSince you have not long to live,\nYou all seem very sorry,\nAnd this wish to you I'll give,\nTo choose your place for hanging, \nSince you are so far from home,\nSo anywhere you like to name, \nYou are all welcome.\n\n[TUNE- \"BRAVE OLD OAK\"]\nThen the Englishman spoke,\nI'll choose the oak, \nThe pride of my native land,\nOn an oak tree you may hang me,\nSince us three you are going to disband.\nAll right, says the judge, away you can trudge \nAway back to your cell\nOn the bough of an oak you shall dwell\nYes, you shall croak on the bough of an oak\nBut I am  sorry to see such a glutton;\nYou all had your fill, and the poor baa-lamb you did kill, \nSo dearly you pay for your mutton.'\n\n[TUNE - \"BONNIE DUNDEE\"]\nThen up spoke bold Scotty, of Scotland he spoke -\nOn Scotland's highest mountain let my neck be broke!\nLet me breathe my last moments in an air pure and free!\nO give me one pinch of snuff and in peace I will die.\nAll right, says the judge, that favour I'll grant,\nTake him away and let him not snuff want.\nLet him breathe his last moments in air pure and free,\nThey for ten minutes, and skew'd up went Scotty.\n\n[TUNE - \"ERIN GO BRAGH\"]\nMush agra, says poor Paddy, if I'm after dying,\nOn a gooseberry bush I would like to be swung;\nOn a gooseberry bush, says the judge, while on Paddy eyeing,\nSure, there isn't one high enough for you to be hung.\nHold hard, says Paddy, don't be in a flurry,\nThere isn't one high enough, sure, everyone knows,\nBut as for the hanging, sure, I'm in no hurry,\nIf it pleases your honour, I'll wait till one grows.'\n <\/pre>\n<\/div><\/div>\n\n\n\n
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Sam Collins<\/a>\u00a0specialised in Irish songs – this one was written for him by George Ware<\/a>\u00a0. In the USA it featured in the repertoire of the famous early vaudevillian, Tony Pastor. A very popular song widely reprinted in street literature on both sides of the Atlantic in the 19th century<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The same joke appears in The Gooseberry Tree <\/em>(RN13626) – in a Mudcat thread<\/a> Steve Gardham suggests it is a later rewrite of this song. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
The early 20th century folk song collector, Alfred Williams may have collected this from a singer in south-west England, the words are included in his unpublished manuscripts.<\/p>\n<\/div><\/div>\n\n\n\n
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Feb. 11, 1865;  <\/strong>The Daily Telegraph<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n\n\n\n
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