{"id":11120,"date":"2021-06-06T10:06:07","date_gmt":"2021-06-06T10:06:07","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/folksongandmusichall.com\/?page_id=11120"},"modified":"2023-11-15T10:25:01","modified_gmt":"2023-11-15T10:25:01","slug":"my-half-was-underneath","status":"publish","type":"page","link":"https:\/\/folksongandmusichall.com\/index.php\/my-half-was-underneath\/","title":{"rendered":"My half was underneath"},"content":{"rendered":"\n
AKA<\/strong><\/td>My brother Jim and I
Sam Mayo’s Mirth Mixture<\/td><\/tr>
First Published<\/td>1907<\/td><\/tr><\/tbody><\/table><\/figure>\n\n\n\n

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Writer\/composer<\/td>Worton David \/ Sam Mayo<\/td>Roud<\/strong><\/td>RN10677<\/td><\/tr><\/tbody><\/table><\/figure>\n\n\n\n

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Music Hall Performers<\/strong><\/td>Sam Mayo<\/td><\/tr>
Folk performances<\/strong><\/td>Collected from the singing of:<\/strong>
Mills, Bob; England : Wiltshire; 1981<\/td><\/tr><\/tbody><\/table><\/figure>\n<\/div><\/div>\n\n\n\n
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My brother Jim and I one day, put a penny each, it's true,\nAnd went and bought a can of beer to share between the two,\nHe said, 'We'll drink a half apiece, you drink yours first,' said he,\nI took the can and drank the lot, then he exclaimed to me,\n\nYou've drunk my half as well!'\nI grinned and showed my teeth,\nI said, 'I couldn't help it, Jim,\nMy half was underneath!'<\/em>\n\nAs footman I was once engaged at some swell house in town;\nOne day a lady called to see the daughter, young Miss Brown;\nI went up to the bathroom and I knocked and called out, 'Miss,\nA lady here to see you,' but she answered only this,\n\nCan't you see that I'm in\nThe bath, you silly pup?'\nI said, 'I hear but I can't see,\nThe keyhole's been stopped up!'<\/em>\n\nI bought a big black hen, last week - next day it laid an egg;\nI took that egg into the wife and shouted, 'Look here, Peg.,\nYou talk about your miracles, here's one that knockes them flat,\nThe black hen's laid a white egg, dear, now what d'you think of that?'\n\nShe said, 'That's nothing much,'\nI answered, 'That's quite true,\nIt may be nothing much, my dear.\nBut it's more than you can do.'<\/em>\n\nI called on Doctor Brown, last week, with pain my head was racked,\nSome medicine he gave me, with directions how to act;\nThe wife read the directions, I said, 'What's the verdict, Lou?'\nShe said, 'From these directions, there's one thing you mustn't do,\n\n'You mustn't sleep,' said she,\n'On an empty stomach, Jack.'\nI said, 'I never do, my dear,\nI sleep upon my back.'<\/em>\n\nTo pay some money in the bank, I took my boy with me,\nSome tramps accosted us and stole our horse and trap, you see,\nTo save the oof my boy into his mouth he slipped all the lot,\nWhen I got home and told the wife, she cried, 'What brains he's got.'\n\nHe's got my brains.' said she,\nThen I said with a snap,\n'I wish he had your mouth, as well,\nWe'd have saved the horse and trap.'<\/em>\n\nA girl upon a motor bike, her young man went to meet,\nWith him she'd an appointment, so she scorched along the street;\nShe slipped and fell upon the ground, I don't think she was lamed,\nThey took her in to Doctor Tupp's and to him she exclaimed,\n\n'Oh please don't say I've broke\nMy appointment, Doctor Tupp.'\nThe doctor said, 'You've not done that,\nYou fell the other way up.'<\/em>\n\nOne day I fell and split my pant, it looked most unrefined,\nA lady said, 'Why do you stand, sir, with your hands behind?\nWhat is the matter with you? Do turn round and let us see.'\nAnd just because I did refuse, she played the deuce with me.\n\nShe said, 'You're not a man,\nYou're nothing but a worm.'\nI said, 'Maybe, but all the same,\nThis worm's not going to turn!'<\/em>\n\nLast night I played a game at draughts with my old pal, Bert Bloom,\nHis wife was hanging up some washing all around the room;\nShe hung up something trimmed with lace, I turned and blushed quite red,\nAnd as I'd clean forgot whose move it was, to Bert I said,\n\n'Whose shift is it, old man?'\nHis wife turned round, quite hurt.\nAnd said it's no-one's, what you said,\nIt's the lodger's flannel shirt!'<\/em>\n<\/pre>\n<\/div><\/div>\n\n\n\n
A song written by Worton David <\/a>and Sam Mayo, performed in the Halls by\u00a0Sam Mayo<\/a>. A fragment of the song was recalled by traditional singer Bob Mills and included on the long out of print People’s Stage Cassette Songs of a Hampshire Man<\/em> (Peoples Stage 05).<\/p>\n<\/div><\/div>\n\n\n\n
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