The Woad Song
- Dear Fellow Mythfolk:
I need the lyrics to the (in)famous British camp-type song (occasionally
sung at Mythcons) about how much fun it is to wear woad (and nothing but!).
Can anyone provide them? (David B., perhaps?)
Mary Jo Kapsalis
� propos. . . While I was in the Tarn (south central France) this summer, I
visited a fascinating little museum devoted entirely to the history,
manufacture and uses of woad and the plant from which it comes. There was a
period when the "boules de cocagne" (balls of concentrated fabric dye base)
were literally worth more than their weight in gold. Vast fortunes were
made before woad-based blue dyes were replaced by others which were cheaper
and easier to produce. The area east of Toulouse still retains the nickname
"Pays de Cocagne". Another of the numerous Celtic-related aspects of
- At 07:44 PM 9/21/1999 PDT, you wrote:
>From: "Madame K" <mjrksr@...>This link is to The Digital Traditions Database, for songs titles beginning
>Dear Fellow Mythfolk:
>I need the lyrics to the (in)famous British camp-type song (occasionally
>sung at Mythcons) about how much fun it is to wear woad (and nothing but!).
>Can anyone provide them? (David B., perhaps?)
with "W." Go down the page until you find "WOAD" Click on that, and then
warm up the throat pipes!
Incidentally, Digital Traditions Database is a Filkers's paradise. Anyone
in the Society wishing to collect together their own song book can make an
excellent start here.
Daffyd ap Morgen
- Here's how I sing it, and have for 25 years since I learned it from other
wee filkers in the wayback:
[tune: Men of Harlech]
What's the use of wearing braces
Hats and spats and shoes with laces
Vests and coats you buy in places
Down on Brompton Road?
What's the use of shirts of cotton
Studs that always get forgotten?
Such affairs are simply rotten
Better far is Woad!
Woad's the stuff to show men
Woad to scare your foemen
Boil it to a brilliant blue
And rub it on your legs and your abdomen
Ancient Britons never hit on
Anything as good as Woad to fit on
Neck and knees and where you sit on
Tailors, you be blowed!
Romans came across the Channel
All dressed up in tin and flannel
Half a pint of Woad per man'll
Clothe us more than these!
Saxons, ye may save your stitches
Building beds for bugs in britches
We have Woad to clothe us, which is
Not a nest for fleas!
Romans, save your armor
Saxons, your pajamas
Hairy coats were made for goats
Gorillas, yaks, retriever dogs, and llamas
So march on Snowdon with your Woad on
Never mind if you get rained or snowed on
Never need a button sewed on ...
[and there are alternate last lines:]
1) Bottoms up to Woad! [if you're holding a drink]
2) Woad for us today! [if you are not]
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- Thanks Dafydd for the =wonderful= URL! I'm all excited and even wrote a
couple replies to the Forum.
Takes me back to the days when I met my dear husband and he was a dedicated
folk (not filk) singer.
>Reply-To: firstname.lastname@example.orgMany thanks, Daffyd and David! (Does the name have something to do with this
>Subject: Re: [mythsoc] The Woad Song
>Date: Tue, 21 Sep 1999
knowledge?) You gave me just what I needed, and the Mudcat site is
That's a "woad" off my mind! (Ducking and running. . .)
Sorry--couldn't resist the temptation!