Piece of Cake – Skull's song

I dunno, I pictured him and Uncle Kellaway to look pretty much like that!

Yeah. I know what you mean.

Kellaway’s 42 (and therefore much younger than me 😮 ) but I always wanted Skull to have been someone who’d been shut away in Cambridge University for a bit longer. I wouldn’t dream on intruding on your visualisation!

My connection bombed out on the last post. I wanted to say that a lot of English folk songs (and maybe also Scots!!) were cleaned up by well meaning academics and vicars once they’d been recorded for posterity. Fortunately the originals are still recorded (in writing – some of them were “recorded” before the First World War) and still find their way out into the light. Also there may have been regional variations for different folk ballads.

Ooops, librarian alert. 😀

Rob / Kansan

I dunno, I pictured him and Uncle Kellaway to look pretty much like that!

Oh yeah, should have realised that’s what it was called – duh! 😀 Cheers, Rob.

I’m gonna have that in my head for ages now!

(Just realised, Skull’s version is worded slightly different from this one)

There are several different versions quoted on the Web. That just happened to be the first one that opened.

I always felt Skull in the TV programme was too young. I visualised him in the book as being more like “Mister Lah-Di-Dah Gunner Graham” from “It Ain’t Half Hot, Mum” – that’s the wonder of imagination.

Rob / Kansan

Oh yeah, should have realised that’s what it was called – duh! 😀 Cheers, Rob.

When I was a bachelor, I liv’d all alone
I worked at the weaver’s trade
And the only, only thing that I did that was wrong
Was to woo a fair young maid.
I wooed her in the wintertime
And in the summer, too
And the only, only thing that I did that was wrong
Was to keep her from the foggy, foggy dew.

One night she knelt close by my side
When I was fast asleep.
She threw her arms around my neck
And she began to weep.
She sighed, she cried, she damn near died.
She said, “What shall I do?”
So I hauled her into bed and covered up her head
Just to keep her from the foggy foggy dew.

Now I am a bachelor, I live with my son
We work at the weaver’s trade.
And every single time I look into his eyes
He reminds me of that fair young maid.
He reminds me of the wintertime
and of the summer, too,
And the many, many times that I held her in my arms
Just to keep her from the foggy, foggy, dew.

I’m gonna have that in my head for ages now!

(I’ve edited it as far as I can tell so that it fits with Skull’s version)

A bit of a long shot, but does anyone know what the song is that Skull sings at Fitz and Mary/Flash and Nicole’s wedding, right before the Luftwaffe plaster’s the airfield?? :confused:

“The Foggy Foggy Dew” – it’s an old English folk song.

The Foggy, Foggy Dew
When I was a bachelor, I liv’d all alone
I worked at the weaver’s trade
And the only, only thing that I did that was wrong
Was to woo a fair young maid.
I wooed her in the wintertime
Part of the summer, too
And the only, only thing that I did that was wrong
Was to keep her from the foggy, foggy dew.
One night she knelt close by my side
When I was fast asleep.
She threw her arms around my neck
And she began to weep.
She wept, she cried, she tore her hair
Ah, me! What could I do?
So all night long I held her in my arms
Just to keep her from the foggy foggy dew.

Again I am a bachelor, I live with my son
We work at the weaver’s trade.
And every sing time I look into his eyes
He reminds me of that fair young maid.
He reminds me of the wintertime
Part of the summer, too,
And the many, many times that I held her in my arms
Just to keep her from the foggy, foggy, dew.

Rob / Kansan