Rambling Sid Rumpo as played by
An itinerant folk singer whose ganderbag always contains at least one new ditty to screeve your cordwangle and bring moulies to your possett.
As Rambling Sid says himself: ‘What care I for the city life – all I want is the sky for my coverlet and a bosky turve for my pillow. My only viand’s hedgehog pate washed down with a simple unpretentious paraffin rose.’
Rambling Sid Rumpo is one of the last of the breed of wandering minstrels who are fast dying out – thank heavens!
Rambling Sid begins: My song tells of a man who wants to go to the great fair at Ganderpoke Bog – so he asks the farmer for the loan of the Nog, so he can take all of his friends with him, and it proceeds in this fashion.
To the tune of Widdicombe Fair
Reg Pubes, Reg Pubes
Lend me your great Nog,
Rollock me fussett
And griddle me nodes.
For I want to go-o
To Ganderpoke Bog, with –
Len Possett, Tom Screevy, The Reverend Phipps, Peg Leg Loombucket, Solly Levy,
Ginger Epstein, Able Seaman Trufitt, Scotch Lil, Messrs Cattermole, Mousehabit, Neapthigh and Trusspot, solicitors and Commissioners for Oaths, Father Thunderghast, Fat Alice,
Con Mahoney, Yeti Rosencrantz, Foo Tong Robinson and Uncle Ted Willis an’ all – and Uncle Ted Willis and all.
So they all get on – except Fat Alice who don’t get on with anybody, and off they go, but sad to relate – the horse snaps in two and expires – but they do say as how its ghost walks abroad – in two halves, and if you be passing Ganderpoke Bog at midnight they say you can hear the two ghostly halves of the Nog singing in duet – ‘Reg Pubes, Reg Pubes’ and so on.
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