I remember Arthur Howard singing it round Holmfirth in the 60s Will would have got t from Arthur. It was on a broadside from Pearson in Manchester in the old days
Happy new year SMM - here are the words for the Christmas Goose: Lyrics 1 It was at an inn in Manchester, the Cornstalks was the sign, A famous public weer commercials used to sleep and dine; One Christmas Time a traveller so long ’ad been ’is use, Called to spend ’is ’olidays and choose ’is Christmas goose. Chorus All around the greenwoods so early in the morn, The merry, merry ’untsman blows ’is silver bugle horn. 2 ’E drank ’is pint o’ sherry wine, ’e smoked a mild cigar, ’E chatted with the customers and people in the bar; But not a thowt of wickedness e’er entered in ’is head, Until the chambermaid appeared to light ’im up to bed. 3 But then ’e grew so amorous, ’e squeezed ’er on the stairs, ’E kissed ’er at the chamber door before ’e said ’is prayers; ’E gave to ’er a guinea to prevent ’er bein’ vexed, And then ’e blew the candle out and you can guess the rest. 4 Next morning this lothario discharged ’is little bill, ’E tipped the Boots an’ tossed the landlord for a parting gill; But weer ’e went to afterwards it’s not for me to say; Suffice ’e came to choose ’is goose that very next Christmas Day. 5 Next Christmas Time came round again which filled ’is heart with glee; ’E’d wandered round from town to town and strange sights did ’e see; Till’e ended up in Manchester and put up for the night At the Cornstalks which twelve months before ’ad filled ’im with delight. 6 ’E went into the coffee room as jaunty as could be, Weers many a rooster like ’imself was waitin’ fer ’is tea. ’E ordered of the very best the landlord could produce And called the waiter back to say, ‘Now don’t forget the goose.’ 7 Right speedily a tray was brought with eatables galore, And by that self-same chambermaid ’e’d kissed twelve months before; But nothing loth, ’e raised the cloth weeron a heap was piled; Instead of eatables thereon was a big fat bumping child. 8 Enraged at seein’ others laugh, ‘What is this ’ere?’ said ’e. ‘Come sit you down beside me and I’ll tell you, sir,’ said she. ‘Last Christmas you so gen’rous were, pray do not look so strange, You gave to me a guinea and I’ve brought you back your change.
What a fine song.
Fine singing.
Here's one I must learn!
Great singing! I've been there - and in Bradfield - a good few times, and hope to return soon.
(Fred Lane, Oldham & Stockholm)
I remember Arthur Howard singing it round Holmfirth in the 60s Will would have got t from Arthur. It was on a broadside from Pearson in Manchester in the old days
Where can I get the lyrics? This is brilliant!
Happy new year SMM - here are the words for the Christmas Goose: Lyrics
1
It was at an inn in Manchester, the Cornstalks was the sign,
A famous public weer commercials used to sleep and dine;
One Christmas Time a traveller so long ’ad been ’is use,
Called to spend ’is ’olidays and choose ’is Christmas goose.
Chorus
All around the greenwoods so early in the morn,
The merry, merry ’untsman blows ’is silver bugle horn.
2
’E drank ’is pint o’ sherry wine, ’e smoked a mild cigar,
’E chatted with the customers and people in the bar;
But not a thowt of wickedness e’er entered in ’is head,
Until the chambermaid appeared to light ’im up to bed.
3
But then ’e grew so amorous, ’e squeezed ’er on the stairs,
’E kissed ’er at the chamber door before ’e said ’is prayers;
’E gave to ’er a guinea to prevent ’er bein’ vexed,
And then ’e blew the candle out and you can guess the rest.
4
Next morning this lothario discharged ’is little bill,
’E tipped the Boots an’ tossed the landlord for a parting gill;
But weer ’e went to afterwards it’s not for me to say;
Suffice ’e came to choose ’is goose that very next Christmas Day.
5
Next Christmas Time came round again which filled ’is heart with glee;
’E’d wandered round from town to town and strange sights did ’e see;
Till’e ended up in Manchester and put up for the night
At the Cornstalks which twelve months before ’ad filled ’im with delight.
6
’E went into the coffee room as jaunty as could be,
Weers many a rooster like ’imself was waitin’ fer ’is tea.
’E ordered of the very best the landlord could produce
And called the waiter back to say, ‘Now don’t forget the goose.’
7
Right speedily a tray was brought with eatables galore,
And by that self-same chambermaid ’e’d kissed twelve months before;
But nothing loth, ’e raised the cloth weeron a heap was piled;
Instead of eatables thereon was a big fat bumping child.
8
Enraged at seein’ others laugh, ‘What is this ’ere?’ said ’e.
‘Come sit you down beside me and I’ll tell you, sir,’ said she.
‘Last Christmas you so gen’rous were, pray do not look so strange,
You gave to me a guinea and I’ve brought you back your change.
Thanks much! Cheers!!
Had a few of my favorite tipple this fine evening and had a good chuckle listening to this yet again! Spring is hard upon our heels! Cheers! 🍻
I just love this and the laughter it brings me. A good way to round out the guy fawkes weekend 🇬🇧 and now turn the eye to the upcoming holiday season.
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