
Sixteen years ago Bob Vasile and I recorded a Pratie Heads cd called "We Did It! Songs of people behaving badly."
 We got the idea from Clarke Thacher, head of the local folk song society, who said every proper British Isles traditional band should have a collection of murder ballads. We expanded the remit to include the other seven deadly sins and this was the opening song, as true today as it was back then. I found it decades ago in a tiny folk song collection, the collector averred it was written in 1818. Now, sixteen years later, I've made an animated music video for it.
 
That was long before the internet. Now I can look it up and see it's usually called "I Never Says Nothing to Nobody," and that it was first published in 1826. And further, that Thomas Hudson himself performed it in "the singing taverns and supper clubs that influenced early Music Hall." And yet further, that Hudson published 13 collections between 1818 and 1832. I'm going to see if there are other delights within. Supposedly the tune was heard from Henry King in Hampshire in 1906 by the collector George Gardiner.
| What a Shocking World This Is for Scandal What a shocking world this is for scandal
 The people get worse ev'ry day, when ev'rything serves for a handle
 To take folks' good names away.
 In backbiting vile each so labors
 The sad faults of others to show body
 I could tell such a tale if I liked
 But I never says nothing to nobody, fallerollolliday.
 
 The butcher, so greasy and fat,
 When out, he does nothing but boast
 He struts as he cocks on his hat
 As if he supreme ruled the roast
 Of his wealth and his riches he'll prate
 Determined to seem such a fine body
 He's been pulled up three times for short weight
 But I never says nothing to nobody, fallerollolliday.
 
 Tis a snug little house I reside in
 And the people who're living next door
 Are smothered completely such pride in
 As I never have met with before
 But outside their door they don't roam
 A large sum of money they owe body
 When folks call they can't find them at home
 But I never says nothing to nobody, fallerollolliday.
 
 The publican, thriving in trade
 With sorrow is now looking down
 His sweet little pretty barmaid
 Has a little one just brought to town
 He's not to be seen much about
 His wife is a deuce of a shrew body
 The gossips are on the lookout
 But I never says nothing to nobody, fallerollolliday.
 
 The new married couple, so happy,
 Seem quite the quintessence of love
 He calls her, before every chappy,
 "My darling," "My Duck," and "My Dove."
 In private there's nothing but strife
 Quarrelling, fighting o'erflow body
 In short, quite a cat and dog life
 But I never says nothing to nobody, fallerollolliday.
 
 I could tell if I liked such a tale
 Of neighbors all round, great and small
 That surely, I think, without fail,
 Would really astonish you all.
 But here now my short ditty ends
 As I don't want to hurt high or low body
 I wish to stay in with my friends
 So I never says nothing to nobody, fallerollolliday.
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