Miatawolf
08-19-2004, 09:21 PM
I know there is a heated discussion on another section of the boards about walks which is great. But for those wenches that do like to walk and want to know the stanzas for the walk here are some.
Roll your leg over.
The Stanzas
These are lines seen from 2 or more sources. Also included here stanzas that start the same, but finish differently. What is not included here are the unique lines from the IWG's Little Brown Book.
If all them young laddies were goin' off to battle
and I were a horse, they'd be stiff in the saddle.
If all them young laddies were little white rabbits
I'd be the big one & teach them bad habits.
If all them young laddies were boats on the ocean
I'd be the wind & I'd show them the motion.
If all them young laddies were bricks in a pile
I'd be a mason & lay them in style.
If all them young laddies were bread on the table
I'd be the butter & spread while I'm able.
If all them young laddies were sharks in the sea
I'd be a minnow & let them eat me.
If all the young laddies were grapes on the vine
I'd be the vintner & have me a time.
(or) I'd pick 'em in bunches, eat two at a time.
If all the young laddies were grapes on the vine
I'd be a plucker an' have me a time
If all the young laddies were bells in a tower
I'd be clapper (or sextant) and bang on the hour.
If all the young laddies were bells in a tower
And I was a clapper, I'd bang one each hour
If all them young laddies were waves on the sea
I'd be the shore & I'd let them lick me.
(or)I'd stand on the shore & let them pound me.
If all them young laddies were grapes in the sun
I'd grab a big bunch, squeeze their juice one by one.
If all them young laddies were bakers of pies
I'd be the bread yeast & make them all rise.
If all them young laddies were potters of clay
I'd sit on their wheels & rotate all day.
If all them young laddies were barrels of whiskey rye I'd turn on their spigots & drink them all dry.
If all them young laddies were butchers so sweet
I'd hang on their hooks & I'd pound on their meat.
If all them young laddies were clouds puffy (or fluffy) & gray I'd be the wind & blow them all day.
If all them young laddies were milk in a cup
I'd be a kitten & lick them all up.
If all them young laddies were watches in shiny gold cases I'd be the hands & I'd sit on their faces.
If all the young laddies were cocks in the hay
I'd be a hen and I'd have a good lay
If all the young laddies were coconuts sweet
I'd suck out their juices and chew on their meat
If all the young laddies were merry go rounds
I'd mount up and we'd go up and down
If all the young laddies were big wooden stairs
They'd go up mine and I'd go down theirs
If all the young laddies were bottles of beer
I'd give good head and they'd be of good cheer
If all the young laddies were keys to a gate,
I'd be the lock, insert and rotate
If all the young laddies were cows by the stream
I'd lay meself down and I'd lick up the cream
If all the young laddies were fish in the ocean
I'd be the waves and I'd show them my motion
If all the young laddies were ships on the sea
I'd be the waves and I'd let them ride me
If all the young laddies were pies on the shelf
I'd be the baker and eat them myself
If all the young laddies were boards on the floor
I'd lay meself down and make them creak more
If all the young laddies were hounds on a spree
I'd be the fox and I'd let them chase me
If all the young laddies were flames in a fire
I'd be the bellows and blow them all higher
If all the young laddies were steeds in a stable
I'd be the groom and mount all I'm able
If all the young laddies were bakers of pies
I'd be the bread yeast and make them all rise
If all the young laddies were toms on the prowl
I'd be the kitten that makes them all yowl
If all the young ladies became nice chew toys
I'd be the one who had trained all those boys
If all the young laddies sailed in channels quite thin
I'd be the light-house and guide them all in
If all them young ladies was little white kittens
And I was the tom cat, I'd give them new fittin's
If all them young ladies was rushes a-growing,
I'd take out my scythe and set out a-mowing.
If all you young laddies were tarts in a pan,
I'd be the baker, and cream them by hand.
If all you young laddies were sick with infection,
I'd be by your side, and bring you to erection.
If all you young laddies were coconut trees,
I'd wrap my legs 'round, put yer nuts 'tween my knees.
If all the young laddies were needles and pins
Then I’d be cushion to hold their pricks in
If all the young laddies were puppies full grown
Then I’d be the ground where they can bury their bone
I wish all the young laddies were pipes in the yard
After I drained ’em they’d still remain hard
If all the young Laddies were musical notes
Then I’d be the huge pianist and I’d play ’em by rote
If all the young laddies were doors of stout wood,
And I were a knocker I'd bang 'em up good.
If all the young laddies were merry go rounds
I'd mount up and we'd go up and down
If all the young girls were like cows in the pasture
I'd be a bull and fill them with rapture
Closing lines
If all them young laddies were singin' this ditty
It would be twice as long but just half as witty.
If all them young laddies were singing this song.
It'd be 10 times as bawdy (or dirty) but 12 times as long.
If all them young laddies were as big as they say.
Then nary a lass would be walking this day.
If all them young laddies were as good as they say-ay. Then we wouldn't be here singing, we'd be rolling in the hay-AY.
*****So roll your leg over, and roll your leg over
Roll your leg over, it gets in my way.******
Roll your leg over.
The Stanzas
These are lines seen from 2 or more sources. Also included here stanzas that start the same, but finish differently. What is not included here are the unique lines from the IWG's Little Brown Book.
If all them young laddies were goin' off to battle
and I were a horse, they'd be stiff in the saddle.
If all them young laddies were little white rabbits
I'd be the big one & teach them bad habits.
If all them young laddies were boats on the ocean
I'd be the wind & I'd show them the motion.
If all them young laddies were bricks in a pile
I'd be a mason & lay them in style.
If all them young laddies were bread on the table
I'd be the butter & spread while I'm able.
If all them young laddies were sharks in the sea
I'd be a minnow & let them eat me.
If all the young laddies were grapes on the vine
I'd be the vintner & have me a time.
(or) I'd pick 'em in bunches, eat two at a time.
If all the young laddies were grapes on the vine
I'd be a plucker an' have me a time
If all the young laddies were bells in a tower
I'd be clapper (or sextant) and bang on the hour.
If all the young laddies were bells in a tower
And I was a clapper, I'd bang one each hour
If all them young laddies were waves on the sea
I'd be the shore & I'd let them lick me.
(or)I'd stand on the shore & let them pound me.
If all them young laddies were grapes in the sun
I'd grab a big bunch, squeeze their juice one by one.
If all them young laddies were bakers of pies
I'd be the bread yeast & make them all rise.
If all them young laddies were potters of clay
I'd sit on their wheels & rotate all day.
If all them young laddies were barrels of whiskey rye I'd turn on their spigots & drink them all dry.
If all them young laddies were butchers so sweet
I'd hang on their hooks & I'd pound on their meat.
If all them young laddies were clouds puffy (or fluffy) & gray I'd be the wind & blow them all day.
If all them young laddies were milk in a cup
I'd be a kitten & lick them all up.
If all them young laddies were watches in shiny gold cases I'd be the hands & I'd sit on their faces.
If all the young laddies were cocks in the hay
I'd be a hen and I'd have a good lay
If all the young laddies were coconuts sweet
I'd suck out their juices and chew on their meat
If all the young laddies were merry go rounds
I'd mount up and we'd go up and down
If all the young laddies were big wooden stairs
They'd go up mine and I'd go down theirs
If all the young laddies were bottles of beer
I'd give good head and they'd be of good cheer
If all the young laddies were keys to a gate,
I'd be the lock, insert and rotate
If all the young laddies were cows by the stream
I'd lay meself down and I'd lick up the cream
If all the young laddies were fish in the ocean
I'd be the waves and I'd show them my motion
If all the young laddies were ships on the sea
I'd be the waves and I'd let them ride me
If all the young laddies were pies on the shelf
I'd be the baker and eat them myself
If all the young laddies were boards on the floor
I'd lay meself down and make them creak more
If all the young laddies were hounds on a spree
I'd be the fox and I'd let them chase me
If all the young laddies were flames in a fire
I'd be the bellows and blow them all higher
If all the young laddies were steeds in a stable
I'd be the groom and mount all I'm able
If all the young laddies were bakers of pies
I'd be the bread yeast and make them all rise
If all the young laddies were toms on the prowl
I'd be the kitten that makes them all yowl
If all the young ladies became nice chew toys
I'd be the one who had trained all those boys
If all the young laddies sailed in channels quite thin
I'd be the light-house and guide them all in
If all them young ladies was little white kittens
And I was the tom cat, I'd give them new fittin's
If all them young ladies was rushes a-growing,
I'd take out my scythe and set out a-mowing.
If all you young laddies were tarts in a pan,
I'd be the baker, and cream them by hand.
If all you young laddies were sick with infection,
I'd be by your side, and bring you to erection.
If all you young laddies were coconut trees,
I'd wrap my legs 'round, put yer nuts 'tween my knees.
If all the young laddies were needles and pins
Then I’d be cushion to hold their pricks in
If all the young laddies were puppies full grown
Then I’d be the ground where they can bury their bone
I wish all the young laddies were pipes in the yard
After I drained ’em they’d still remain hard
If all the young Laddies were musical notes
Then I’d be the huge pianist and I’d play ’em by rote
If all the young laddies were doors of stout wood,
And I were a knocker I'd bang 'em up good.
If all the young laddies were merry go rounds
I'd mount up and we'd go up and down
If all the young girls were like cows in the pasture
I'd be a bull and fill them with rapture
Closing lines
If all them young laddies were singin' this ditty
It would be twice as long but just half as witty.
If all them young laddies were singing this song.
It'd be 10 times as bawdy (or dirty) but 12 times as long.
If all them young laddies were as big as they say.
Then nary a lass would be walking this day.
If all them young laddies were as good as they say-ay. Then we wouldn't be here singing, we'd be rolling in the hay-AY.
*****So roll your leg over, and roll your leg over
Roll your leg over, it gets in my way.******