0:00:10 > 0:00:16# Man, man, man is for the woman made
0:00:16 > 0:00:18# And the woman for the man
0:00:18 > 0:00:21# As the spur is for the jade
0:00:21 > 0:00:24# As the scabbard's for the blade
0:00:24 > 0:00:26# As for digging is the spade
0:00:26 > 0:00:29# As for liquor is the can
0:00:29 > 0:00:35# So man, man, man is for the woman made
0:00:35 > 0:00:38# And the woman for the man
0:00:38 > 0:00:41# As the sceptre's to be sway'd
0:00:41 > 0:00:43# As for night's the serenade
0:00:44 > 0:00:46# As for pudding is the pan
0:00:46 > 0:00:49# And to cool us is the fan
0:00:49 > 0:00:55# So man, man, man is for the woman made
0:00:55 > 0:00:58# And the woman for the man
0:00:58 > 0:01:01# Be she widow or be she maid
0:01:01 > 0:01:03# Be she well or ill array'd
0:01:03 > 0:01:06# Be she wanton, be she stayed
0:01:06 > 0:01:08# Princess or harridan
0:01:08 > 0:01:14# So man, man, man is for the woman made
0:01:14 > 0:01:18# And the woman for the man. #
0:01:25 > 0:01:29There's no doubt that Henry Purcell was convinced of the truth
0:01:29 > 0:01:33of the title of his song, Man Is For The Woman Made.
0:01:33 > 0:01:35But we are going to sing three songs
0:01:36 > 0:01:39to throw some light on this eternal riddle,
0:01:39 > 0:01:46and the first one is woman as an unforgettable memory
0:01:46 > 0:01:48in The Foggy, Foggy Dew.
0:02:05 > 0:02:10# When I was a bachelor I liv'd all alone
0:02:10 > 0:02:15# And I worked at the weaver's trade
0:02:15 > 0:02:21# And the only, only thing I ever did wrong
0:02:21 > 0:02:26# Was to woo a fair young maid
0:02:26 > 0:02:32# I wooed her in the wintertime
0:02:32 > 0:02:37# And in the summer too
0:02:37 > 0:02:43# And the only, only thing I did that was wrong
0:02:43 > 0:02:50# Was to keep her from the foggy, foggy dew
0:02:50 > 0:02:56# One night she came to my bedside
0:02:56 > 0:03:02# Where I lay fast asleep
0:03:02 > 0:03:07# She laid her head upon my bed
0:03:07 > 0:03:13# And she began to weep
0:03:13 > 0:03:15# She sighed, she cried
0:03:15 > 0:03:18# She damn near died
0:03:18 > 0:03:23# She said, "What shall I do?"
0:03:23 > 0:03:27# So I hauled her into bed
0:03:27 > 0:03:30# And covered up her head
0:03:30 > 0:03:36# Just to keep her from the foggy, foggy dew
0:03:39 > 0:03:44# Oh, I am a bachelor I live with my son
0:03:44 > 0:03:49# And we work at the weaver's trade
0:03:49 > 0:03:54# And every single time I look into his eyes
0:03:54 > 0:04:00# He reminds me of that fair young maid
0:04:00 > 0:04:06# He reminds me of the wintertime
0:04:06 > 0:04:11# And of the summer too
0:04:11 > 0:04:18# And of the many, many times that I held her in my arms
0:04:18 > 0:04:26# Just to keep her from the foggy, foggy, dew. #
0:04:39 > 0:04:42Now, woman as deceiver.
0:04:43 > 0:04:48A jilted lover sings Waly, Waly.
0:04:57 > 0:05:01# The water is wide
0:05:01 > 0:05:04# I cannot get o'er
0:05:04 > 0:05:12# And neither have I wings to fly
0:05:12 > 0:05:21# Bring me a boat that will carry two
0:05:21 > 0:05:30# And both shall row, my love and I
0:05:32 > 0:05:39# Oh, down in the meadows the other day
0:05:39 > 0:05:47# A-gathering flowers both fine and gay
0:05:47 > 0:05:56# A-gathering flowers both red and blue
0:05:56 > 0:06:06# I little thought what love can do
0:06:11 > 0:06:19# I leaned my back up against some oak
0:06:19 > 0:06:27# Thinking that it was a trusty tree
0:06:27 > 0:06:36# But first it bended and then it broke
0:06:36 > 0:06:46# And so did my false love to me
0:06:47 > 0:06:55# A ship there is and she sails the sea
0:06:55 > 0:07:03# She's loaded deep, as deep can be
0:07:03 > 0:07:12# But not so deep as the love I'm in
0:07:12 > 0:07:23# I know not if I sink or swim
0:07:28 > 0:07:36# Oh, love is handsome and love is fine
0:07:36 > 0:07:45# And love's a jewel while it is new
0:07:45 > 0:07:55# But when it is old, it groweth cold
0:07:55 > 0:08:10# And fades away like morning dew. #
0:08:32 > 0:08:36And now, woman as a faithful companion.
0:08:36 > 0:08:39The old English ballad, Sweet Polly Oliver.
0:08:47 > 0:08:52# As sweet Polly Oliver lay musing in bed
0:08:52 > 0:08:58# A sudden strange fancy came into her head
0:08:58 > 0:09:03# "Nor father nor mother shall make me false prove
0:09:03 > 0:09:09# "I'll 'list for a soldier and follow my love"
0:09:10 > 0:09:17# So early next morning She softly arose
0:09:17 > 0:09:22# And dressed herself up in her dead brother's clothes
0:09:22 > 0:09:28# She cut her hair short and she stained her face brown
0:09:28 > 0:09:33# And went for a soldier to fair London Town
0:09:36 > 0:09:41# Then up spoke the sergeant one day at his drill
0:09:41 > 0:09:46# "Now, who's good for nursing? A captain, he's ill"
0:09:46 > 0:09:52# "I'm ready," said Polly To nurse him she's gone
0:09:52 > 0:09:59# And finds it's her true love all wasted and wan
0:10:03 > 0:10:09# The first week The doctor kept shaking his head
0:10:09 > 0:10:15# "No nursing, young fellow, can save him," he said
0:10:15 > 0:10:21# But when Polly Oliver had nursed him back to life
0:10:21 > 0:10:29# He cried, "You have cherished him as if you were his wife"
0:10:30 > 0:10:36# O, then Polly Oliver She burst into tears
0:10:36 > 0:10:41# And told the good doctor her hopes and her fears
0:10:42 > 0:10:46# And very shortly afterwards For better or for worse
0:10:46 > 0:10:53# The captain took joyfully his pretty soldier nurse. #
0:11:06 > 0:11:10So much for love and man being made for the woman.
0:11:10 > 0:11:17Now three old English characters of a slightly different sort.
0:11:17 > 0:11:24First, the old 'prentice's song from late 17th, early 18th century,
0:11:24 > 0:11:27first printed at the time of the Beggar's Opera,
0:11:27 > 0:11:301728, by Henry Carey.
0:11:30 > 0:11:32Sally In Our Alley.
0:11:47 > 0:11:53# Of all the girls that are so smart
0:11:53 > 0:11:58# There's none like pretty Sally
0:11:58 > 0:12:04# She is the darling of my heart
0:12:04 > 0:12:09# And lives in our alley
0:12:09 > 0:12:14# There's ne'er a lady in the land
0:12:14 > 0:12:21# That's half so sweet as Sally
0:12:21 > 0:12:28# She is the darling of my heart
0:12:28 > 0:12:33# And lives in our alley
0:12:42 > 0:12:47# When she is by, I leave my work
0:12:47 > 0:12:51# I love her so sincerely
0:12:51 > 0:12:56# My master comes like any Turk
0:12:56 > 0:13:00# And beats me most severely
0:13:00 > 0:13:05# But let him bang his bellyful
0:13:05 > 0:13:11# I'll bear it all for Sally
0:13:11 > 0:13:18# She is the darling of my heart
0:13:18 > 0:13:23# And lives in our alley
0:13:30 > 0:13:35# My master carries me to church
0:13:35 > 0:13:39# And often am I blamed
0:13:39 > 0:13:43# Because I leave him in the lurch
0:13:43 > 0:13:47# As soon as text is named
0:13:47 > 0:13:52# I leave the church at sermon-time
0:13:52 > 0:13:58# And slink away to Sally
0:13:58 > 0:14:05# She is the darling of my heart
0:14:05 > 0:14:10# And lives in our alley
0:14:17 > 0:14:21# My master and the neighbours all
0:14:21 > 0:14:25# Make gave of me and Sally
0:14:25 > 0:14:30# And but for her I'd rather be
0:14:30 > 0:14:34# A slave and row a galley
0:14:34 > 0:14:40# But when my seven long years are out
0:14:40 > 0:14:47# Why, then I'll marry Sally
0:14:47 > 0:14:51# O, then we'll wed
0:14:51 > 0:14:59# And then we'll bed
0:14:59 > 0:15:10# But not in our alley. #
0:15:24 > 0:15:31Tom Bowling was written by Charles Dibdin in the late 18th century,
0:15:31 > 0:15:36as a song in memory of his brother, Tom, who was lost at sea.
0:15:57 > 0:16:00# Here a sheer hulk
0:16:00 > 0:16:05# Lies poor Tom Bowling
0:16:05 > 0:16:13# The darling of our crew
0:16:13 > 0:16:22# No more he'll hear the tempest howling
0:16:22 > 0:16:30# For death hath broached him to
0:16:30 > 0:16:40# His form was of the manliest beauty
0:16:40 > 0:16:48# His heart was kind and soft
0:16:48 > 0:16:55# Faithful below, Tom did his duty
0:16:55 > 0:17:05# And now he's gone aloft
0:17:05 > 0:17:14# And now he's gone aloft
0:17:29 > 0:17:34# Tom never from his word departed
0:17:34 > 0:17:40# His virtues were so rare
0:17:40 > 0:17:47# His friends were many and true-hearted
0:17:47 > 0:17:55# His Poll was kind and fair
0:17:55 > 0:18:04# And then he'd sing so blithe and jolly
0:18:04 > 0:18:10# Ah! Many's the time and oft
0:18:10 > 0:18:19# But mirth is turn'd to melancholy
0:18:19 > 0:18:28# For Tom is gone aloft
0:18:28 > 0:18:37# For Tom is gone aloft
0:18:51 > 0:18:57# Yet shall poor Tom find pleasant weather
0:18:57 > 0:19:04# When He who all commands
0:19:04 > 0:19:11# Shall give to call life's crew together
0:19:11 > 0:19:17# The word to pipe all hands
0:19:17 > 0:19:26# Thus Death that kings and tars despatches
0:19:26 > 0:19:33# In vain Tom's life hath doff'd
0:19:33 > 0:19:42# For tho' his body's under hatches
0:19:42 > 0:19:52# His soul is gone aloft
0:19:52 > 0:20:03# His soul is gone aloft. #
0:20:37 > 0:20:42Now the third of these old English characters, The Lincolnshire Poacher.
0:20:48 > 0:20:52# When I was bound apprentice in famous Lincolnshire
0:20:52 > 0:20:56# Full well I served my master for more than seven year
0:20:56 > 0:21:00# Till I took up to poaching As you shall quickly hear
0:21:00 > 0:21:08# Oh, 'tis my delight on a shiny night in the season of the year
0:21:10 > 0:21:15# As me and my companions were setting off a snare
0:21:15 > 0:21:18# 'Twas then we spied a gamekeeper For him we did not care
0:21:19 > 0:21:21# For we can wrestle and fight, me boys
0:21:21 > 0:21:23# And jump o'er anywhere
0:21:23 > 0:21:29# Oh, 'tis my delight on a shiny night in the season of the year
0:21:32 > 0:21:36# As me and my companions was setting four or five
0:21:36 > 0:21:41# And taking them all up again We caught a hare alive
0:21:41 > 0:21:44# We caught a hare alive, me boys And through the woods did steer
0:21:45 > 0:21:51# Oh, 'tis my delight on a shiny night in the season of the year
0:21:54 > 0:21:58# I threw him on me shoulder, here And then we trudged home
0:21:58 > 0:22:02# We took him to a neighbour's house and sold him for a crown
0:22:02 > 0:22:06# We sold him for a crown, me boys But I did not tell you where
0:22:06 > 0:22:13# Oh, 'tis my delight on a shiny night in the season of the year
0:22:16 > 0:22:21# Success to every gentleman that lives in Lincolnshire
0:22:21 > 0:22:24# Success to every poacher who wants to sell his hare
0:22:25 > 0:22:28# Bad luck to every gamekeeper who will not sell his deer
0:22:28 > 0:22:35# Oh, 'tis my delight on a shiny night in the season of the year
0:22:35 > 0:22:42# Oh, 'tis my delight on a shiny night in the season of the year. #
0:22:57 > 0:23:01Here, for full measure, is another old English character.
0:23:01 > 0:23:03You probably know him.
0:23:03 > 0:23:08He's The Ploughboy, the 18th-century statesman
0:23:08 > 0:23:12who rose too rapidly for the 18th century, or so they say.
0:23:23 > 0:23:27# A flaxen-headed cowboy As simple as may be
0:23:28 > 0:23:31# And next a jolly ploughboy I whistled o'er the lea
0:23:32 > 0:23:35# And soon I'll be a footman and strut in worsted lace
0:23:36 > 0:23:41# And next I'll be a butler and whey my jolly face
0:23:41 > 0:23:45# When steward I'm promoted I'll snip a tradesman's bills
0:23:45 > 0:23:49# My master's coffers empty My pockets for to fill
0:23:49 > 0:23:53# When lolling in my chariot So great a man I'll be
0:23:54 > 0:23:58# So great a man, so great a man So great a man I'll be
0:23:58 > 0:24:03# You'll forget the little ploughboy that whistled o'er the lea
0:24:03 > 0:24:10# You'll forget the little ploughboy that whistled o'er the lea
0:24:10 > 0:24:14# I'll buy votes at elections And when I've made my pelf
0:24:14 > 0:24:18# I'll stand poll for the parliament and then vote in myself
0:24:18 > 0:24:22# Whatever's good for me, sir I never will oppose
0:24:22 > 0:24:27# And when my ayes are sold off Why then, I'll sell my noes
0:24:27 > 0:24:32# I'll joke, harangue, and paragraph With speeches charm the ear
0:24:32 > 0:24:36# And when I'm tired on my legs Then I'll sit down a peer
0:24:36 > 0:24:41# In court or city honour So great a man I'll be
0:24:41 > 0:24:46# So great a man, so great a man So great a man I'll be
0:24:46 > 0:24:51# You'll forget the little ploughboy that whistled o'er the lea
0:24:51 > 0:24:57# You'll forget the little ploughboy that whistled o'er the lea. #
0:25:37 > 0:25:39# Oliver Cromwell lay buried and dead Hee-haw, buried and dead
0:25:39 > 0:25:41# There grew an old apple tree over his head
0:25:41 > 0:25:43# Hee-haw, over his head
0:25:43 > 0:25:46# The apples are ripe and ready to fall
0:25:46 > 0:25:47# Hee-haw, ready to fall
0:25:47 > 0:25:49# There came an old woman to gather them all
0:25:49 > 0:25:51# Hee-haw, gather them all
0:25:53 > 0:25:57# Oliver rose and gave her a drop Hee-haw, gave her a drop
0:25:57 > 0:26:00# Which made the old woman go hippety hop, hee-haw, hippety hop
0:26:00 > 0:26:03# The saddle and bridle They lie on the shelf
0:26:03 > 0:26:04# Hee-haw, they lie on the shelf
0:26:04 > 0:26:06# If you want any more You can sing it yourself
0:26:06 > 0:26:08# Hee-haw, sing it yourself. #
0:26:09 > 0:26:12APPLAUSE