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Post by muffinman on Nov 24, 2006 20:18:25 GMT
 Not only a good comedy actor but he was a great entertainer on the stage. ************************************* D'YE KEN JIM PUBESSPOKEN : 'Ello, me dearios. I'm going to sing you a song of that great huntsman Jim Pubes who lived many years ago, and... thank you. And 'tis said there was no finer sight in Cumberland than to see old Jim straddling his nadger behind the parsonage and... and then... and then looming his turves before setting off in pursuit of the quarry. And this song tells his story and goes after this fashion:
D'ye ken Jim Pubes with his splod so bright,
As he traddles his nadger in the bright moonlight?
He wurdles his posset all through the night,
But he can't turn it off in the morning.
Oh the sound of his groat threw me from my bed,
As he blew up his mooly fit to waken the dead,
Oh the noise of his grunge nearly blew off me head,
And removed all the paint from the awning.
D'ye ken Jim Pubes? Now his splod's turned white,
And his nadger's been struck with an awful blight,
And he can't find his posset without a light,
And he can't turn it on in the morning.
Oh his poor old groat, it has sprung a leak,
And the sound of his mooly's reduced to a squeak:
Though he blows and he blows till he's blue in the eek,
We'll no more hear him grunge in the mor-or-or-orning.
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Post by Stan Butler on Nov 24, 2006 22:53:18 GMT
He was alright in the Carry-on films!
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Post by The Collector on Nov 25, 2006 17:45:17 GMT
Is that all you can say Speil!
For that have some more Rambling Sid Rumpo!
Song Of The Australian Outlaw
First Broadcast 19th February 1967
Once Long Ago in the shade of a goolie bush,
Toasting his splod by the old faggots gleam,
Rested a gander man nobbling of his woggle iron
And stuffing a sheep in the Old Mill Stream.
Then up came the troopers and hung him by the billabong,
They twisted his woggle irons one two three - (minor)
Now his ghost sits and moans
As it grunges in his gander can
Who'll come a woggling his jumbuck with me...
Oh!
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Post by The Collector on Nov 25, 2006 17:45:52 GMT
A Lummockshire Air
First Broadcast 12th March 1967
When I was a young man
I nadgered on my splod
As I nurked at the wogglers trade.
When suddenly I thought
While trussing up my groats,
I'd whirdle with a fair young maid.
We whirdled through the summer time
Until the winter came,
And the only only thing that I ever did wrong
Was to tell my foggy foggy name.
Now I am married
And I've put away my splod
And my son's at the wogglers trade.
Though I still think
As I'm trussing up my groats
Of whirdling with a fair young maid.
I'd whirdle her in the winter time
I'd whirdle her for dear life -
But the only only thing that I'd have to do
Is to keep it from the foggy foggy wife - Oh!
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Post by Stan Butler on Nov 25, 2006 17:48:11 GMT
Is that all you can say Speil! er..... No! His voice-over in 'Willo the Wisp' is very memorable.... I didn't like the 'audience with' he did. and....... "ooooooooooooh maaaaaaaaatron"
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