I sent a copy of your message to an old school chum
who is well versed(!) in these songs. He reports
that your message is not quite correct and,
based on many sing-songs at Scout camps
and elsewhere, offers the following "corrections"
to the second verse.
----- Original Message -----
From: Ian McHaffie <email@example.com>
Sent: Friday, December 17, 1999 8:17 PM
Subject: Re: Winter Solstice - Actually WOAD!
> Woad > > In response to a request - on a topic intimately connected with SCD! > > Ian McHaffie > firstname.lastname@example.org >
____ > (Tune: Men of Harlech) > What's the use of wearing braces, > Hats or spats or shoes with laces, > Vests and pants you buy in places > Down on Brompton Road? > What's the use of shirts of cotton, > Studs that always get forgotten? > These affairs are simply rotten- > Better f ar is woad. > Woad's the stuff to show men, > Woad to scare your foemen. > Boil it to a brilliant blue > And rub it on your legs and your abdomen > Ancient Britons never hit on > Anything as good as woad to fit on > Neck or knees or where you sit on- > Tailors, you be blowed! > > Romans came across the channel > All dressed up in tin and flannel; > Half a pint of woad per man'll > Clothe us more than these. > Saxons, you may save your stitches, > Building beds for bugs in britches; > We have woad to clothe us which is > Not a nest for fleas. > Romans, keep your armors, (sp: armours!) > Saxons, your pajamas; > Hairy coats were made for goats, (meant for) > Gorillas, yaks, retriever dogs and llamas. > March on Snowdon with your woad on (up Snowdon) > Never mind if you get rained or snowed (add "on", to rhyme with
Snowdon)) > Never need a button sewed on, > Good for us today! (Last line should be "Britons shall be free"
-- to rhyme (more or less!) with
several lines above! ) > >