Songs, perhaps, of doubtful quality, still they had an air of jollity.
How they used to bellow them out, the words you couldn't miss
With ten or fifteen verses and the chorus went like this...
Chorus: Tiddley, iddley, iddley, iddley hi
That's the song they used to sing, years ago.
Tiddley, iddley, iddley, iddley hi
That's the song they used to sing, at every show.
Tiddley, iddley, iddley, iddley hi
When it died it must have been an awful blow
If you can't say it, go home and try to play it
Tiddley, iddley, iddley, iddley hi.
Once a week on Saturday night the farmers they would go
To the pub they called the 'Harriers' full of farmer boys and carriers.
In the tap-room having their beer, a concert was the thing
And farmer Giles with his long whiskers, he'd get up and sing...
Chorus:
Just imagine that, if you can, our dear old parson Brown
In his voice they call euphonious, and his fires so sanctimoious.
Saying, 'My dear brothers and sisters, I've composed a hymn,
So will the congregation all join in with me and sing...
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