What are your favourite lyrics or songlines?

I wander today to the hills Maggie
To watch the scene be-elow
The creek and the creeking o-old mill Maggie
A-as we used to long long ago

The green gro-ove is gone from the hills Maggie
Where first the dai-aisie-ies' sprung
The creeking o-old mill is still Maggie
Si-ince you a-and I were young

Oh they say that I-I'm feeble with age Maggie
My steps are much slower than then
My face is a well written page Maggie
A-and time all alone was the pen

They say we have out-lived our time Maggie
As dated as so-ongs that we've sung
But to me you're as fair as you were Maggie
When you a-and I were young

They say we have out-lived our time Maggie
As dated as so-ongs that we-e've sung
But to me you're as fair as you were Maggie
When you a-and I were young
When you a-and I were young

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Yeti said:

Nice try, thanks for a good laugh

Okay, I'll have a go:

When I noticed you slowly entering the pink tea room
In your threadbare fur-coat and with your arrogant smile
I couldn't help wondering how in heaven's name I even recognized you
You were a picture of hunger and misery...

Believe it or not, this is actually a funny song!

It then goes on-

Je hebt me belazerd
Je hebt me bedonderd
En wat me nu na al die jaren nog verwonderd
Dat ik dat nooit vergeten zal al word ik honderd
Je hebt me belazerd
Je hebt me bedonderd

You have betrayed me
You have cheated on me
And the thing that after all these years still surprises me
Is that I will never forget it if I live to be a hundred
You have betrayed me
You have cheated on me

Hope there are some Dutch people on this forum who might have gotten a laugh out of this.

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Walk down that lonesome road all by yourself
Dont turn your head back over your shoulder
And only stop to rest yourself when the silver moon
Is shining high above the trees

If I had stopped to listen once or twice
If I had closed my mouth and opened my eyes
If I had cooled my head and warmed my heart
Id not be on this road tonight

Carry on

Never mind feeling sorry for yourself
It doesnt save you from your troubled mind

Walk down that lonesome road all by yourself
Dont turn your head back over your shoulder
And only stop to rest yourself when the silver moon
Is shining high above the trees

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Jean Adam (1710-1765) catches the excitement, delight, anxiety, relief and flurry of activity when the master of the house returns from a long sea journey in the more dangerous days of several centuries ago. The writer uses the Scots word "gudeman" instead of husband.

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There's Nae Luck About the House
And are ye sure the news is true?
And are ye sure he's weel?
Is this a time to think o' wark?
Ye jauds, fling by your wheel.
Is this a time to think o' wark,
When Colin's at the door?
Rax me my cloak, I'll to the quay,
And see him come ashore.
For there's nae luck about the house.
There's nae luck at a'
There's little pleasure in the house.
When our gudeman's awa'.

And gie to me my bigonet,
My bishop-satin gown;
For I maun tell the baillie's wife
That Colin's come to town.
My turkey slippers maun gae on,
My hose o' pearl blue;
It's a' to please my ain gudeman,
For he's baith leal and true.

Rise up and mak a clean fireside,
Put on the muckle pot;
Gie little Kate her Sunday gown
And Jock his button coat;
And mak their shoon as black as slaes,
Their hose as white as snaw;
It's a' to please my ain gudeman,
For he's been lang awa'.

Since Colin's weel, I'm weel content,
I hae nae mair to crave;
Could I but live to mak him blest,
I'm blest aboon the lave:
And will I see his face again?
And will I hear him speak?
I'm downricht dizzy wi' the thocht,
In troth I'm like to greet.

There's twa fat hens upo' the bauk,
They've fed this month and mair,
Mak haste and thraw their necks about,
That Colin weel may fare;
And spread the table neat and clean,
Gar ilka thing look braw;
For wha can tell how Colin fared
When he was far awa'?

Sae true his heart, sae smooth his speech
His breath like caller air;
His very foot has music in't
As he comes up the stair.
And will I see his face again?
And will I hear him speak?
I'm downricht dizzy wi' the thocht,
In troth I'm like to greet.
For there's nae luck about the house
There's nae luck at a'
There's little pleasure in the house,
When our gudeman's awa'.

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Meaning of unusual words:
jauds=worthless women
Rax=hand
gudeman=husband, master of the house
bigonet=linen cap
baillie=city magistrate
leal=loyal
muckle=great, large
slaes=sloe berries
aboon the lave=above the rest
greet=cry
bauk=ridge
Gar ilka=make every
caller=fresh

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From Minstrelsy of Scotland, Moffatt.
Note: words first published in 1776, as the Mariner's Wife.
There's a Jacobite version of this, with the
chorus ending "Since Charlie's gone awa'" RG

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Cliff Richard records rout funfair yobs
If you want to get rid of troublemaking youths, play them some Cliff Richard songs, a funfair has found.
According to bosses from Carter's Steam Fair, playing tracks such as Living Doll by the 66-year-old pop veteran on all their rides was enough to scare off some "hoodies" and other troublemakers who had descended on the fair last Saturday in north London.
"It was amazing, just like a scene from (the film) Mars Attacks when the aliens were driven away by the sounds of Slim Whitman,'" said the fair's Seth Carter.
"From now on if we do have any trouble we have found the perfect deterrent and it comes in the shape of the Peter Pan of Pop.
"Who needs ASBOs when we've got our Cliff Richard records?"

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The strangest trio ever to track a killer. A fearless, one-eyed U.S. marshal who never knew a dry day in his life... a Texas ranger thirsty for bounty money... and a girl still wet behind the ears who didn't care what they were or who they were as long as they had true grit.
A Brand New Brand Of American Frontier Story

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http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/True_Grit True Grit is a 1969 western film directed by Henry Hathaway and starring John Wayne as U.S. Marshal Rooster Cogburn (Wayne). The film is adapted from the 1968 novel, True Grit, by Charles Portis.
After her father is killed, Mattie Ross, a headstrong 14-year-old girl, hires the aging, irascible and drunken U.S. Marshal Rooster J. Cogburn to track down the killer, Tom Chaney. To do so, the pair must head into Indian territory, and are joined by a young Texas Ranger, La Boeuf, who also hopes to capture Chaney and collect a reward.

Three henchmen of Chaney's, Ned Pepper (Robert Duvall), Emmett Quincy and Moon, make trouble for the three. Robert Duvall and John Wayne feature in final gunfight.

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True Grit: Campbell Glen

One day, little girl, the sadness will leave your face
As soon as you've won the fight to get justice done
Someday little girl you'll wonder what life's about
But other's have known few battles are won alone
So, you'll look around to find
Someone who's kind, someone who is fearless like you
The pain of it will ease a bit When you find a man with true grit

One day you will rise and you won't believe your eyes
You'll wake up and see, A world that is fine and free
Though summer seems far away
You will find the sun one day

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http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/True_Grit In the last scene, Mattie gives Rooster her father's horse and she admonishes him "You're to old and fat to be jumping horses." Rooster responds with a smile “Well, come see a fat old man sometime” and jumps his new horse over a fence. Despite popular belief, Wayne did not jump over the fence himself. In fact, according to biographer Garry Wills in his book on Wayne, Wayne was not healthy enough to do such stunts. It should be remembered that Wayne had an entire lung removed four years prior to making the film and actually had trouble walking more than 30 feet without breathing heavily. But Wayne fell in love with the horse, which would carry him through several more westerns, including his final movie, The Shootist.

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Mattie Ross
1. I won't rest until Tom Chaney is barking in Hell.
2. If I smelled as bad as you I wouldn't live near people.
3. Rooster Cogburn is no good friend of mine! He led us straight into your hands, and now he has left me with a gang of cut-throats! Is that what they call "grit" in Fort Smith? We call it something else in Yell County.

"Rooster" Cogburn
4. Mr. Rat, I have a writ here that says you are to stop eating Cheng Lee's cornmeal forthwith. Now, It's a rat writ, writ for a rat, and this is lawful service of same! [to Mattie] See? He doesn't pay any attention to me. [BANG! he shoots the rat] You can't serve papers on a rat, baby sister. You either kill him or let him be.
5. A fella that carries a big-bore Sharps carbine might come in handy… if we get jumped by elephants, or buffalo, or something.
6. By God! That girl reminds me o' me!
7. Fill your hand, you son-of-a-bitch!
8. Damn that Texican! When you need him, he's dead.
9. We've got to get you to a doctor or you'll be deader than he is!

Ranger La Boeuf
10. The French is 'La Bourf'. I say 'La Beef'.
11. I only take one step at a time. That's why I was given two feet.

Ned Pepper
12. I never busted a cap on a woman or anybody much under sixteen. But it's enough that you know that I'll do what I have to do.
13. I call that bold talk for a one-eyed fat man!

Mexican Bob:
14. My wounds healed by themselves - from the inside!

Example of Dialogue :-
[Marshal Cogburn is cross-examined by a defense attorney]
Attorney: How many men have you shot since you became a marshal, Mr. Cogburn?
Rooster: I never shot nobody I didn't have to.
Attorney: That was not the question. How many?
Rooster: Uh… shot, or killed?
Attorney: Oh, let us restrict it to killed, so that we may have a manageable figure!
Rooster: Well, twelve to fifteen, stopping men in flight and defending myself.
Attorney: Twelve to fifteen? So many that you cannot keep an accurate count! I have examined the record, Mr. Cogburn. A much more accurate figure is available. Come now — how many?
Rooster: Counting them two Whartons… twenty-three.
Attorney: Twenty-three men in four years. That makes about six men a year!
Rooster: It's a dangerous business.

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Quincy: I don't know any Ned Pepper. What's he look like?
Rooster: Short, feisty fella. He's got a messed-up lower lip. I shot him in it.
Quincy: In the lip? What was you aiming at?
Rooster: His upper lip.

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2020hindsight said:

Mr. Rat, I have a writ here that says you are to stop eating Cheng Lee's cornmeal forthwith. Now, It's a rat writ, writ for a rat, and this is lawful service of same! [to Mattie] See? He doesn't pay any attention to me. [BANG! he shoots the rat] You can't serve papers on a rat, baby sister. You either kill him or let him be.

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Quincy: I don't know any Ned Pepper. What's he look like?
Rooster: Short, feisty fella. He's got a messed-up lower lip. I shot him in it.
Quincy: In the lip? What was you aiming at?
Rooster: His upper lip.

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