Hoodening Play 2001

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for the Tenterden Folk Festival

Moll:

We've come all the way from St Nicholas at Wade
We've cheated and come in cars, I'm afraid
My name is Molly and I sweep the floor
And bring good fortune as I come through the door

Sam:

'arry's our wagoner, but he is away
Watching some football, that 'Match of the Day'

Boy:

I am the Boy, a right cocky feller
There's not much that I can't tell yer

George:

Me, I'm George, the fiddle I play
I am a bit thick and have little to say

Sam:

Speaking of thick, my name is Sam
I curse, fart, and don't give a damn

Moll:

And this is our 'orse, Dobbin's his name
He looks fierce, but is really quite tame

Boy:

'twas in 1966 when this group started up
That's the last time England won the World Cup

Sam (aside):

That's the only time England won the World Cup!

Boy:

For 35 years we've performed through fright
Desperately trying to get our words right

George:

Each year our boy gets thrown from the horse
During which time our language gets coarse
And I think this time he'll give it a try
He's had a few drinks, and looks pretty spry

Sam:

Come on lad, up you go
He's a right awkward little so-and so

Moll:

He's on, but he don't look too steady
Dobbin will react whenever he's ready

[Boy digs in his heels]

Boy:

Whoa Dobbin, whoa!

Moll:

The 'orse has tossed our poor boy on the ground
He's banged his head, I can't hear a sound

George:

He's dead!

Sam:

               Nah, he's putting it on

George:

He looks a bit pale

Moll:

               You're right, he's gone
Cover him up with a sheet, it's sad
We've left it behind? That's too bad

Sam:

We'll leave him here and go for a beer
And pick him up if we call back next year

Boy:

You can't do that, I need a drink

All:

He's alive!

Sam:

Help him up… Cor, his armholes stink

Moll:

At this time we usually adjourn to the bar
And get a free drink for coming so far

George:

After that we sing a few carols
But it's not yet Christmas, so we'll sink a few barrels

All:

For if ye the Hooden horse do feed,
Throughout the year ye shall not need!

[Possibly sing "All along the rails" and/or "We are St Nicholas Hoodeners"]

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