Summat's Brewin'

by O'Hooley & Tidow

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Kerry Haselup
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Kerry Haselup Bloomin love these two. Reckon they could sing pretty much anything and I’d listen!! As it is, these are magical arrangements with depth and humour and real life in bucket loads. Love it. Favorite track: All For Me Grog.
Anita Botman
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Anita Botman Something different entirely! I love their songwriting, it's so typical and honest. Here they sing about drinking mostly and no matter what's the song about, it's always brought with intergrity and perfect clarity.
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The first album by O'Hooley & Tidow to be released on their own micro label HUM.


released May 26, 2016

Recorded and produced by O'Hooley & Tidow at West End Studios, Golcar. Mixed & mastered by Neil Ferguson.


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Track Name: White Winos
Mother liked her white wine
When she was alive
She was desperate to live
But her limit was five
Carefully I'd kiss her
And send her off to bed
We always stuck with white wine
We stayed away from red

Always stick with white wine
Stay away from
Mother liked her white wine
She'd have a glass or two
Almost every single night
After her day was through
Sancerre, chardonnay, chablis,
Pinot grigio
Just to take the edge off
Just to get the glow

You've got to take the edge off
If you wanna get the...

Mother liked her white wine
She'd have a glass or three
And we'd sit out on the screen porch
White winos mum and me
We'd talk about her childhood
Recap my career
When we got to my father
That was when we’d switch to beer

We got to the old man
And we’d always switch to
Mother liked her white wine
She'd have a glass or four
Each empty bottle a dead soldier
The marriage was the war
When we blurred the edges
When we drank a lot
That's when I got nervous
When the glow got hot

I always get nervous
When the glow gets...

I still like my white wine
And I'll have a glass or two,
When I'm down I'll drink some whisky
It's something I shouldn't do
And every now and then I'll
Take a drop of red
When I'm with a woman
That I wanna take to bed

When I'm with a woman
That I wanna take to
Mother liked her white wine
When she was alive
She was desperate to live
But her limit was five
Carefully I'd kiss her
And send her off to bed
Thank God we stuck to white wine
And we stayed away from

Mother liked her white wine
Track Name: Three Drunken Maidens
There were three drunken maidens
Came from the Isle of Wight
They drunk from Monday morning
Nor stopped till Saturday night
When Saturday night did come me boys
They wouldn't then go out
These three drunken maidens
They pushed the jug about

Then in comes bouncing Sally
Her cheeks as red as blooms
Move up me jolly sisters
And give young Sally some room
For I will be your equal
Before the night is out
These four drunken maidens
They pushed the jug about

There's woodcock and pheasant
There's partridge and hare
There's all sorts of dainties
No scarcity was there
There's forty quarts of beer, me boys
They fairly drunk them out
These four drunken maidens
They pushed the jug about

But up comes the landlord
He's asking for his pay
It' a forty pound bill, me boys
These gals have got to pay
That's ten pounds apiece, me boys
But still they wouldn't go out
These four drunken maidens
They pushed the jug about

Oh where are your feathered hats
Your mantles rich and fine
They've all been swallowed up m’boys
In tankards of good wine
And where are all your fancy men
Young maidens frisk and gay
We left them in the alehouse
It’s them who’ll have to pay
Track Name: Between The Bars
Drink up baby, stay up all night
With the things you could do
You won't but you might
The potential you'll be
That you'll never see
The promises you'll only make

Drink up with me now
And forget all about
The pressure of days
Do what I say
And I'll make you okay
And drive them away
The images stuck in your head

People you've been before
That you don't want around anymore
That push and shove and won't bend to your will
I'll keep them still

Drink up baby, look at the stars
I'll kiss you again between the bars
Where I'm seeing you there
With your hands in the air
Waiting to finally be caught

Drink up one more time
And I'll make you mine
Keep you apart
Deep in my heart
Separate from the rest
Where I like you the best
And keep the things you forgot
Track Name: Murphy's Saloon
Give a cheer, give a cheer
For the ones who drink the beer
In the cellar of Murphy's saloon
They are brave, they are bold
For the liquor they have sold
In the cellar of Murphy's saloon
So drink, drink, drink
’Til you barf it in the sink
Yell out your orders loud and clear
"More beer"
Give a cheer, give a cheer
For the ones who drink the beer
In the cellar of Murphy's saloon
Track Name: All For Me Grog
All for me grog, me jolly jolly grog
All for me beer and tobacco
For I spent all me tin on the lassies drinking gin
And across the western ocean I must wander

Where are me boots, me noggy, noggin’ boots?
All gone for beer and tobacco
The heels they are wore out and the soles are knocked about
And me toes are looking out for better weather

Where is me brain, me noggy, noggin’ brain?
It’s wrinkled and dried like a raisin
No memories retained, me liver’s much the same
And me booze breath would fell the tallest timber

Where is me phone, me noggy, noggin’ phone?
The night’s not complete without a selfie
I was trying to dry it out, cos I dropped it in me stout
And now I think I’ve flushed it down the kazi!

Where is me purse, me noggy, noggin’ purse?
Last saw it three weeks a Friday
You’ll have to buy this round, I’ve only got a pound
And I need that for the last bus back to Golcar
Track Name: Down Where The Drunkards Roll
See the boys out walking
The boys, they look so fine
Dressed up in green velvet
Their silver buckles shine
Soon they’ll be bleary eyed
Under a keg of wine

Down where the drunkards roll

See that lover standing
Staring at the ground
He’s looking for the real thing
Lies were all he found
You can get the real thing
It will only cost a pound

There goes a troubled woman
She dreams a troubled dream
She lives out on the highway
She keeps her money clean
Soon shell be returning
To the place where she’s the queen
Down where the drunkards roll

You can be a gambler
Who never drew a hand
You can be a sailor
Who never left dry land
You can be Lord Jesus
The world will understand
Track Name: The Wild Rover
I've been a wild rover for many's the year
And I spent all me money on whiskey and beer
But now I'm returning with gold in great store
And I never will play the wild rover no more

And it's No, Nay, never
No, nay never no more
Will I play the wild rover
No never no more

I went to an alehouse I used to frequent
And I told the landlady my money was spent
I asked her for credit, she answered me nay
Sure a custom like yours I can have any day

I took from my pocket, ten sovereigns bright
And the landlady's eyes opened wide with delight
She said "I have whiskeys and wines of the best”
And the words that I spoke sure were only in jest

I'll go home to my parents, confess what I've done
And I'll ask them to pardon their prodigal son
And if they caress me as oft times before
Sure I never will play the wild rover no more
Track Name: The Passenger
Had me first drink on my daddy’s knee
Rock a bye baby, takes bottle gladly
Newcastle Brown, I fell in love at three

Helping my mum put shopping away
Top shelf for Bisto, dark corners for whiskey
Babycham kiss if I looked away

It’s not clever, it’s not hard, but I did it

From teens to twenties, he held my hand
Confidence, camouflage, courage
Drowning the tomboy, the bits you can’t stand

Three cans a night as I sat by her side
More when she died, my safe place to hide
Like mother, like daughter I now realise
It’s not clever, it’s not hard, it’s within me

A glass raised in celebration
Hides the sweetest lamentation
The briefest eclipse of inebriation
A passenger amidst the congregation
Patiently scans the stumbling and the slurred
’Til with a wink of recognition
Hand held in his, you are returned

Toasting the triumphs, blotting the blues
Everyday a different excuse
You only live once, ain’t that the truth
Track Name: Last Orders
It’s Friday night, the pubs in full flight
Tracey and the girls have a keen appetite
Happy hour cocktails, two for one
Living the vida loca, smashed up on rum
Mojito, Methirsty, Mehappy, Mesquiffy
Watching the door for signs of her hubby
Four hours later, mission accomplished
Time to heave or head for a curry

Sandra prefers to purge before pleasure
Calories burnt, double the measure
After the gym, she’s thirsty for gin
Alcotonic, chronic and stays superslim
Tony the Tosser thinks he’s a stud
Eyes up the talent from behind his jug
Spots sexy Sandra, moves in for the kill
Loses his nerve as last orders ring

Drink up, drink up hey
Drink up, drink up hey
Drink up, drink up hey
Last orders at the bar!

Cath from accounts, kicked her fella out
Celebrating single with a nice pint o’stout
Over clops Sandra, says “Can I join ya?”
Tony defeated, retreats to the corner
Over t’other side, is a cosy nook
CAMRA card clutchers, sup by the book
Tickers, twitchers, pint pickers and sniffers
The pub is the church, for hopheaded worship

Last orders rung but the night is still young
For our gaggle of gluggers still looking for fun
Tracey’s last tipple; a slippery nipple
Waiting for a taxi and hubby’s tongue tickle
Tony the tosser leaves disappointed
As Sandra and Cath get better acquainted
Just another night of drunk and disorder
The landlord calls time, that’s it for last orders
Track Name: Summat's Brewin' (Live)
Oh good ale thou art my darling
Thou art my joy both night and morning

Summat’s brewing on Yorkshire soil
Outhouse, cellar, garage or shed
A band of brewers with local pride
The real ale revolution spreads

Stir the mash, bring to the boil
Add the hops and build the taste
Anorak or anarchist
Arouse, arouse, your pint awaits

Landlord come fill up the glass
With patience and a steady hand
Top it up don’t waste a drop
Then you can be thankful...

In those dark satanic mills
Citra, Topaz, Bramling cross
The artisan dreams up the mix
A blend of two or single hop

Pale and hoppy, or nutty slack
Fruity, mellow, tangy, cool
What will whet the appetite
Of flavour chaser’s jug tonight?

Landlady fill up the glass
With banter and acerbic wit
Top it up don’t waste a drop
Then we can be joyful...

Mallinson’s, Milltown, Magic Rock,
Sportsman, Riverhead, Summerwine
From far afield to Huddersfield
Common beer not corporot
Come one, come all raise your glass
To save the grand old local pub
Top it up, this one’s on me
Let us all be merry for good ale
Track Name: The Parting Glass
Oh all the money that e'er I had
I spent it in good company
And all the harm that e'er I've done
Alas it was to none but me
And all I've done for want of wit
To memory now I can't recall
So fill to me the parting glass
Good night and joy be with you all

Oh all the comrades that e'er I had
Are sorry for my going away
And all the sweethearts that e'er I had
Would wish me one more day to stay
But since it falls unto my lot
That I should rise and you should not
I'll gently rise and I'll softly call
Good night and joy be with you all

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