The Pot & Kettle
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Published 2021-08-31
The Pot & Kettle · The Rumjacks · Francis McLaughlin
Sleepin' Rough
℗ 2016 Australian Broadcasting Corporation
Released on: 2016-08-05
Music Publisher: Copyright Control
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All Comments (21)
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Best Rumjacks song ever. Masterpiece
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One of the best Rumjacks songs, whether that's down to the duelling vocals, the way the song builds up momentum as it goes along, or the thick Scottish brogue that comes out lyrically with Frankie. It's just sensational.
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The poetry is fantastic in this song. I can see a couple of local old timers settling in to some hole-in-the-wall tavern around lunch or supper time giving one another hell and all full of pis and vinegar then laughing with a dubious smile saying "at least we aren't that poor dumb bastard over there." 😅Lord have mercy on sinner like me.
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This song says alot to those who know how to listen
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If I ever get to leave the house enough to convince anyone to visit, this will be my funeral song.
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We must preserve this song for those who come after the impending doom. It will serve as a lesson.
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After a hard day to work, now its time to go back home, listening here inside the bus in the Curitiba city , God Blesses Us All.
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Best Rumjacks song ever. Total Masterpiece
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Absoluty one of my favourite songs ever. Always puts a smile on my face!
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Cant get enough of this song my, this song is my little ones fav song since the day she was born along with an Irish pub song
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Irishmen from Australia singing in English and Scots- truly British song
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I want to drink when I am listening this masterpiece
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One smoky day in a darkened scullery Doon by the river in a factory town Where bad things happen & the walls are drippn' And the ghosts are flittin' frae the cold hard ground A pot & kettle on the hob were settled A' hissin' their patter so bileous cruel An awfy matter o' clout & claterin' Battlin' wits in a hideous duel Lids a rattlin' belchin' steam Life ain't nothin but a fevered dream 'You're a lowly villain' 'You're a terrible liar' 'But we're both here cookin' on the same old fire' Guts a bubblin' belchin' steam Life ain't nothin but a fevered dream 'You're a chanty pot' 'And you're a shite for brains' 'But we're both here hangin' on the same old chains' "I've roasted a wealth of exotic things All torn to ribbons at the hands of kings Polished copper how I proudly shone Stealin the fire of the blazing sun" "Ye've boilt nae mair'n 'em old soup bones I've boilt the tea for them stately homes I were rattled like a drum each Hogmanay Then scrubbed tae the devil on the follwin' day" Lids a rattlin' belchin' steam Life ain't nothin but a fevered dream 'You're a lowly villain' 'You're a terrible liar' 'But we're both here cookin' on the same old fire' Guts a bubblin' belchin' steam Life ain't nothin but a fevered dream 'You're a chanty pot' 'And you're a shite for brains' 'But we're both here hangin' on the same old chains' Lids a rattlin' belchin' steam Life ain't nothin but a fevered dream 'You're a lowly villain' 'You're a terrible liar' 'But we're both here cookin' on the same old fire' Guts a bubblin' belchin' steam Life ain't nothin but a fevered dream 'You're a chanty pot' 'And you're a shite for brains' 'But we're both here hangin' on the same old chains' "O kettle yer metal is a terrible hue Riddled wi' holes cannae hold yer brew Yer lids all crooked & yer sides bashed in It'll no be long afore ye see the bin" "Pot your not so bright as me A hags old cauldron is all you'd be You reek o' gruel & you're none too young Fit for to carry but the peels & dung" Lids a rattlin' belchin' steam Life ain't nothin but a fevered dream 'You're a lowly villain' 'You're a terrible liar' 'But we're both here cookin' on the same old fire' Guts a bubblin' belchin' steam Life ain't nothin but a fevered dream 'You're an old piss bucket' 'You're a dented can' 'But we're neither as black as that roasting pan.' Lids a rattlin' belchin' steam Life ain't nothin but a fevered dream 'You're a lowly villain' 'You're a terrible liar' 'But we're both here cookin' on the same old fire' Guts a bubblin' belchin' steam Life ain't nothin but a fevered dream 'You're a chanty pot' 'And you're a shite for brains' 'But we're both here hangin' on the same old chains' Lids a rattlin' belchin' steam Life ain't nothin but a fevered dream 'You're a lowly villain' 'You're a terrible liar' 'But we're both here cookin' on the same old fire' Guts a bubblin' belchin' steam Life ain't nothin but a fevered dream 'You're a chanty pot' 'And you're a shite for brains' 'But we're both here hangin' on the rusty chains' Lids a rattlin' belchin' steam Life ain't nothin but a fevered dream 'You're a lowly villain' 'You're a terrible liar' 'But we're both here cookin' on the same old fire' Guts a bubblin' belchin' steam Life ain't nothin but a fevered dream 'You're a chanty pot' 'And you're a shite for brains' 'But we're both here hangin' on the same old chains' Lids a rattlin' belchin' steam Life ain't nothin but a fevered dream 'You're a lowly villain' 'You're a terrible liar' 'But we're both here cookin' on the same old fire' Guts a bubblin' belchin' steam Life ain't nothin but a fevered dream 'You're a chanty pot' 'And you're a shite for brains' 'But we're both here hangin' on the same old chains' Lids a rattlin' belchin' steam Life ain't nothin but a fevered dream 'You're a lowly villain' 'You're a terrible liar' 'But we're both here cookin' on the same old fire' Guts a bubblin' belchin' steam Life ain't nothin but a fevered dream 'You're a chanty pot' 'And you're a shite for brains' 'But we're both here hangin' on the same old chains'
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Absolute banger, it never fails to hit in the right places
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Fuck yeahhh good vibes for a Friday night drinking good beer after a fucking long days work on a tractor slashing the grass between the rows of grapes at a beautiful winery in the heart of wine country!
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the working class fighting each other sad song when you analyse it but i really love it
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Literally the best song ever made
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HAPPY ST. PATRICKS DAY MATES
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The best Irish song ever
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I'm think I must have more or less the same background as Frankie Mc Scots Da, Irish Ma with the parents who did a stint in Australia And it just tickles me hole to hear words like "scullery" and "shite fer brains" "chanty pot" in a song Like being back in me Grannies hoose