Geordie Murison from Stonehaven: On Autumn Harvest ah010: Old Songs & Bothy Ballads: Hurrah Boys Hurrah! Live from the Fife Traditional Singing Festival May 2010.

Usually known by the title Jock Tamson's Tripe, this entertaining song relates the tale of a drunken Jock Tamson coming home from a party and, feeling like a feast of tripe, his favourite food, he mistakenly swallows part of a linen mutch (a night cap) that his mother had left to soak in bleach overnight. The song was often printed on broadsides and there is a link to a copy printed at the Poet's Box in Dundee on the National Library of Scotland website: Jock Tamson's Tripe. A mutch - a close-fitting day cap of white linen or muslin with a goffered, gathered or trimmed border, specifically as used to be commonly worn by married women.

1: Jock Tamson he bade alang wi's mither, Peer body he hadna ony ither, Tae hear her spik o her darlin son, Ye'd think nursin bairns had new begun. Wi a toora lay, toora lay, Laddie fa loora, loora lay. 2: Noo Jock grew up, he learned a trade, Thocht he had big wages made; Says he, "I'll hae nae mair brose an butter, But I'll hae tripe ilkae nicht tae ma supper. Sing toora lay, toora lay, Laddie fa loora, loora lay. 3: Jock's mither agreed tae gie him the tripe, She bocht some an biled it every nicht; It sat in a can at the gale o the mangle, Jock ate in the dark tae save the cannle. Sing etc 4: Noo Jock ae nicht till a weddin he's gaen, His mither she pit nae tripe in his can; Says she, "He'll nae be needin his supper He'll be drinkin something that's stronger than water." Sing etc 5: Jock's mither she had some mutches tae wash, Wi lu warm water she gied them a splash; Wi soap and wi soda she's bleached them fite, Syne intae the can far Jock kept the tripe. Sing etc 6: Noo Jock cam hame aboot ane in the morn, A wee bit barley bree in his horn; Says he, "I'll hae ma supper I think, There's nothin like tripe for settlin the drink." Sing etc 7: Jock fummled aboot for his can in the dark, For in the hale hoose there wisnae a spark; At last on the can he's gotten a clutch, He in wi his han an he pued oot a mutch. Sing etc 8: Thinks Jock, "Man! this is awfa teuch tripe, Juist like a gutta percha pipe." He's torn the border awa fae the croon, Jocks thrapple bein wide, well the mutch gaed doon. Sing etc 9: Jock intil his bed tae hae a sleep, But o inside qualms he had a heap; He thocht it wis his hinner en, He jumped oot ower the bed again. Sing etc 10: Jock's mither awa for the doctor she ran, For he gapit jist like a chokit swan; His stomach wis jist like a lump o lead, Jock thocht that he wis nearly deid. Sing etc 11: The doctor he cam, he ordered the vomit, Tae clear aa the fool stuff that was in Jock's stomach; An aa the neebors amazed tae be sure, Fen a clean bleached mutch gaed pyoch on the fleer. Sing toora lay, toora lay, Laddie fa loora, loora lay.

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