The Pub Songs Podcast is a personal podcast of Marc Gunn. It opens with some pub songs from Ireland, Scotland and around the world, song that you may hear in pubs, plus, folk song lyrics and news. It also features poetry, rants, and raves and some of the favorite non-Celtic bands of Marc Gunn.
Mon, 4 December 2006 Set List:
What Shall We Do With A Catnipped Kitty) (parody of "What Shall We Do with a Drunken Sailor") words and music traditional What shall we do with a catnipped kitty What shall we do with a catnipped kitty What shall we do with a catnipped kitty Ear-laye in the morning Meow meow. Away he pounces. Meow meow. Away he pounces. Meow meow. Away he pounces. Ear-laye in the morning A few different verses: Blow some bubbles and watch him chase them Touch him on the back and watch him jump high Pry him off your bleeding shoulders Put him in his cat bed till he's sober Put him there again when he jumps out Put him in the bed of your sleeping father You should've seen your sleeping father He screamed like your little sister Your dad jumped up on top of the bed post God Rest Ye Merry Gentlemen words and music traditional God rest ye merry, gentlemen Let nothing you dismay Remember, Christ, our Saviour Was born on Christmas day To save us all from Satan's power When we were gone astray O tidings of comfort and joy, Comfort and joy O tidings of comfort and joy In Bethlehem, in Israel, This blessed Babe was born And laid within a manger Upon this blessed morn The which His Mother Mary Did nothing take in scorn From God our Heavenly Father A blessed Angel came; And unto certain Shepherds Brought tidings of the same: How that in Bethlehem was born The Son of God by Name. "Fear not then," said the Angel, "Let nothing you affright, This day is born a Saviour Of a pure Virgin bright, To free all those who trust in Him From Satan's power and might." The shepherds at those tidings Rejoiced much in mind, And left their flocks a-feeding In tempest, storm and wind: And went to Bethlehem straightway The Son of God to find. And when they came to Bethlehem Where our dear Saviour lay, They found Him in a manger, Where oxen feed on hay; His Mother Mary kneeling down, Unto the Lord did pray. Now to the Lord sing praises, All you within this place, And with true love and brotherhood Each other now embrace; This holy tide of Christmas All other doth deface. |





