Grow Your Own Magazine

This is the first traditional tune, and it MUST be sung to the tune of Widdecombe Fair (Uncle Tom Cobleigh)

Reg Pubes, Reg Pubes
You lent your great Nog
Rollock me fusset and grindle me nodes.
And now my remains are in
Ganderpoke Bog - with...
Len Possett, Tim Screevy
The Reverend Phipps, Peg Leg Loombucket
Solly Levy, Ginger Epstein
Able Seaman Truefitt
Scotch Lil
Messrs Cattermole, Mousehabit, Neapthigh and Trusspot
Solicitors for Oaths
Father Thunderghast, Fat Alice
Con Mahoney, Yeti Rosencrantz
Foo Tong Robinson and Uncle Ted Willis and all
Uncle Ted Willis and all.


I thank you.

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Zebedee
"Raised to a state of heavenly lunacy where I just can't be touched!"

With names like that...maybe one of the more artistic of us ( ie not me!! )
could put some of 'our names' to that!!!

Is it just me, or did anyone else run out of tune when they got halfway through the names?

Or is it just me that tried to sing it????

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Regards, Jane
What sane person could live in this world and not be crazy? The creative adult is the child who has survived.
Ursula LeGuin
http://www.etribes.com/madderbat

Madderbat, you actually TRIED to sing it? You're dafter than me!

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Zebedee
"Raised to a state of heavenly lunacy where I just can't be touched!"

My brain only just recovered from yesterday! there's smoke appearing now as I approach melt down!

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Shortie

"There are only two lasting bequests we can hope to give our children; one of these is roots, the other wings" - Hodding Carter

Why do you think I'm Madderbat?

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Regards, Jane
What sane person could live in this world and not be crazy? The creative adult is the child who has survived.
Ursula LeGuin
http://www.etribes.com/madderbat