Day 25 - A song that makes you laugh

[sally_maria]

I could have picked almost anything by Flanders and Swann for this category, but this is one of my favourite lesser-known songs of theirs. :-) For anyone who goes on country walks.

British Bedstead Men by Flanders and Swann

"" (Watch on YouTube)

British Bedstead Men

When you're walking in the country
Far from villages or towns,
When you're seven miles from nowhere and beyond,
In some dark deserted forest
Or a hollow of the Downs,
You may come across a lonely pool, or pond.
And you'll always find a big, brass, broken bedstead by the bank:
There's one in every loch and mere and fen.
Don't think it's there by accident,
It's us you have to thank:
The Society of British Bedstead Men.

Oh the hammer ponds of Sussex
And the dew ponds of the West
Are part of Britain's heritage,
The part we love the best;
Every eel- and fish- and mill-pond
Has a beauty all can share ...
But not unless it's got a big brass broken bedstead there!

So we filch them out of attics,
We beg them from our friends,
We buy them up in auction lots
With other odds and ends,
Then we drag them 'cross the meadows
When the moon is in the sky ...
So watch the wall, my darling, while the Bedstead Men go by!

The League of British Bedstead Men
Is marching through the night,
A desperate and dedicated crew.
Under cover of the hedges,
Always keeping out of sight,
For the precious load of Bedsteads must get through!

The Society for Putting
Broken Bedsteads into Ponds
Has another solemn purpose to fulfil;
On our coastal sands and beaches
Or where waving willow wands
Mark the borders of a river, stream or rill,
You'll always find a single laceless left-hand leather boot:
A bootless British river bank's a shock.
We leave them there at midnight;
You can track a member's route,
By the alternating prints of boot and sock.

Oh the lily ponds of Suffolk
And the mill-ponds of the West
Are part of Britain's heritage,
The part we love the best;
Her river banks and sea-shores
Have a beauty all can share,
Provided there's at least one boot,
Three treadless tyres,
A half-eaten pork pie,
Some oil drums,
An old felt hat,
A lorry load of tarblocks
And a broken bedstead there!

Comments

[sallymn]

I just posted a Flanders & Swann song too (for the favourite album day :) I have the box set, and adore them with every fibre of my being...

[sally_maria]

My mother had a 7" record with four of their songs which we used to listen all the time when I was a child, so when I saw the box set with all of their songs on it I had to buy it. They have such a wonderful combination of cleverness and whimsy.

[sallymn]

They so, so do. I have a LOT of comic music...

[wellinghall.livejournal.com]

Ah, excellent :-)

[sally_maria]

Have you found any spare brass bedsteads on your trip to the Uttermost North? Well nearly Uttermost, I suppose. :-)

[wellinghall.livejournal.com]

No, but the inhabitants of the outer isles do adopt a somewhat informal approach to disposing of their rubbish.

[wellinghall.livejournal.com]

And while we have never been quite to the uttermost north of the UK, we have been to Unst, which is the northernmost island that is still inhabited.

[sally_maria]

Ah, I was thinking of the Shetlands as being the uttermost north. :-)

Orkney is as far north as I've ever been, but then I am an effete southerner.;-)

[wellinghall.livejournal.com]

Unst is the most northerly island in Shetland that is still inhabited. Beyond that is Mucke Flugga (once inhabited) and Out Stack (never inhabited). We have been to about two miles from the northern tip of Unst.

In Orkney, we have been to the northern tip of North Ronaldsay, the most northerly island in the group (and where the seaweed-eating sheep live).