The Full English - Arthur O'Bradley lyrics

Come neighbours and listen a while If ever you wish for to smile Or hear a true story of old, Attend to what I do unfold. A fella whose fame did resound Through every village and town, For fun, for frolic and whim, None ever was equal to him. Arthur being stout and bold, Near upon thirty years old. He needs a-wooing must go To get him a lady, you know. So getting young Dolly's consent, Away to be married they went. To make himself noble appear He mounted the old padded mare. Come neighbours and listen a while If ever you wish for to smile Or hear a true story of old, Attend to what I do unfold. Then he packed up his drudgery horse And put on his holiday clothes. His coat it was scarlet so fine, Full trimmed with bu*tons behind. Two sleeves it had, it is true, One yellow, the other was blue. The cuffs and capes of green, The longest that ever were seen. His hat, though greasy and tore, co*ked up with a feather before. Under his chin it was tied With a strip from an old cow's hide. His breeches three times had been turned And two holes in the left side were burned. This was a misfortune, you'll say, But still he looked gallant and gay. Thus kitted away he did ride, Whilst Dolly did trudge by his side, Till coming up to the church door Amid five thousand or more. Then from the old mare he did 'light Which put the poor clerk in a fright. And the parson so dreadfully shook That he presently dropped down his book. Which Arthur soon picked up again And swore that he must now begin, Crying, "Dolly, my dearie, come hither And let us be married together." Chorus The parson, his duty discharged Without any fee or reward, He swore no money he'd have And poor Arthur had none him to give. To make him a little amends He invited him home with his friends, Take a sweet kiss on the bride And eat a good dinner beside. The dishes though few were good, Sweetest of all living food. There was roast guinea pig and a bantam, Sheep's head stewed in a lanthorn. Two calves feet and a bull's trotter, The fore and hind legs of an otter, Lampfish, lippets and dabs, Crayfish, co*kles and crabs. Red herrings and sprats by the dozen To feast all his uncles and cousins Who were so well pleased with the treat, Heartily they did all eat. Chorus The guests being well satisfied, The dishes were laid on one side. And Arthur, to make their hearts merry, Brought pale ale, perkin and perry. "Come, give us a dance," quoth Doll, "Come, Geoffrey, and play us Mad Moll. 'Tis time to be merry and frisky, But first let us have some more whisky. "My lily, my lark, my love, My daffy down dilly, my dove, My everything and my wife, I ne'er was so pleased in my life." The pipers then screwed up their bags And the girls began shaking their rags. Whilst some only one leg had gotten And that which they had it was rotten. The parson let off at the top; Some danced, while the others did hop. There was lead up and down, figure in, Cross hands and then back again. Dancing they spent the whole night Till Phoebus appeared in their sight, When each took a kiss of the bride And hopped to his own fireside. Come neighbours and listen a while If ever you wish for to smile Or hear a true story of old, Attend to what I do unfold.