Gladstone Cormorant: Filthy Music and my wandering Cock!

Gladstone Cormorant

Victorian cock

Gladstone Cormorant: the dearth of fine music

It was my misfortune the other day to accidently tune in to the so called ‘radio one’ morning show hosted by the reprehensible Chris Moyles whilst at my breakfast in Soho.

I must admit I am hardly ‘au fait’ with the failing cult of youth culture but my ears were almost turned blue to hear some of the filth churned out during the musical interludes by some of these alleged ‘rap artistes.’

Oh, but what a blessing it is that Elgar is not around to hear some of the lyrics murdered in the name of music.

I well remember the innocent dulcet tones of my favourite song which sounded out on the gramophone during the heady days of my early youth concerning a wayward chicken, a song I know off by heart and which I relay here for the benefit of the reader so they may realise the depths to which our once proud heritage has sank.

Once I had a rooster
A happy bird was he
He walked around
He pecked the ground
Whilst searching for his tea
When once the latch was opened
He’d turn and slip the lock
Oh! Oh! Oh! My wandering cock!
 
My wandering cock!
My wandering cock!
It caused a frown throughout the town and not a little shock
And often was a flurry
To all the maids a hurry
“Dear lady please I beg your pardon have you seen my cock?