Forging of My Scales

 
Performed by:
Roger Hinchliffe
Recorded in:
Fulwood, Sheffield
Recorded on:
17/06/2007
Recorded by:
Ray Padgett and Steve Gardham
Genre:
Sport
Keywords:
Fishing
 

Archival information

TYG:
47
Key:
Gb
Time Signature:
4/4 and various
Roud id:
0
Laws id:
Master title:
Forging of My Scales
Places Cited:
River Derwent

Lyrics

1
While forging of me scales an’ springs an’ blowin’ of me bellas
Another line or two I’ll pen about me shopmate Joe Ellis.
In makin’ flights an’ fishin’ ’ooks things allus go in t’ Darren (Derwent)
But I’ll nimbly trip it o’er yon moss till I comes to t’ River Darren

Chorus
Fal-the-dal, fal-the-dal, fal-daddle-diddle-di-do
I’ll nimbly trip it o’er yon moss till I comes to t’ River Darren.

2
The mornin’ fine slaps in me line as e’er the fish a graylin’,
For I’ll soon catch one by the snout, see ’ow ’e comes a-sailin’.
An’ lo an’ be’old thou must be sold, for me thou art so clever,
But if this line should chance to break thou may be gone for ever.

3
Another aisle or two I’ll try although I feel I’m slighted
An’ then I must be joggin’ ’ome or else I’ll be benighted.
The neighbours they come flockin’ in, the fish begin a-buyin’,
They’ll take ’em ’ome to gut an’ wesh an’ then begin a fryin’.

4
Some people they a-fishin’ go know little of the matter,
They toil an’ spend their time in vain a-floggin’ of the watter;
They’ll long an’ wish to catch fish but merely they will watch ’em;
They’ll bait ’em with a silver ’ook but ’e’s a workman that can catch ’em.