A collection of songs either written or sung a lot by ICCC cavers.
Various Artists (2017 Slovenia Expedition)
Celia Tinsley (2017 Slovenia Expedition)
Lead of Mine
Rebecca Diss (2017 Slovenia Expedition)
I'm glad to see you're finally going pushing underground Sick of seeing you down in the bivi, bumming round You've finally bashed your oversuit in all those gaping rifts You really need to stop using your arse for extra grip *Chorus* There's no hangars on the wall, and this rift is rather small That don't bother me at all, I just wish I weren't so tall Smoking pseudo cigs and pushing captain kangaroo Don't tell me there's no way through *Chorus* Some people say it's tight and scrotty but they've never been It's really the most beautiful passage I've ever seen So come on won't you follow the blue lanex, off we go Turn right at the rub point, it's guaranteed to go *Chorus* Go digging at the boulder choke and bolting in the rock Sure of the connection sure as ten feet longs my great big nose A parallel shaft series would be mighty fine indeed Don't go pushing too far north, it's heading for space odyssey *Chorus*
Dirty Old Rhyme, from Newsletter 18 Winter 1993
To the tune of "Dirty Old Town" I met my pals down the caving stores Drove up north in a clapped out van At the Watford Gap stopped and Bought a mag Dirty old mag, dirty old mag We drove from there to the NPC Had a smoke and a cup of tea laid our heads on the filthy beds Dirty old beds, dirty old beds. Woke on the morn with a stonking horn ate my beans, bacon and sweatcorn dropped a log in the stinking bog Dirty old bog, dirty old bog. Then planned our day from a stained survey packed our ropes in the tackle bags Hurled abuse at the clubs old lags Dirty old lags, dirty old lags. Drove to the cave, it was 4 o'clock A little late but who gave a fuck We emptied our bags and strewn around our legs, was Dirty old kegs, dirty old kegs. Sighted the hole in the suns last ray Rigged it fast without delay Had a dump at the terminal sump Dirty old sump, dirty old sump. We were nearly out when we heard a shout went back to see who it could be at the final pitch was some poor bitch Dirty old bitch, dirty old bitch. We finally got changed and headed to the Pub Drank some beer and ate some grub Eyed the dames during silly games Dirty old games, dirty old games. Time to go home on a Sunday night Packed the van had a final shite So till the next time when we sing this rhyme Dirty old rhyme, dirty old rhyme. Dirty old rhyme, dirty old rhyme.
Ten Little Cavers, from Newsletter 17, Spring 1993
Ten little cavers, Went off to do a mine. One found a hidden shaft, And then there were nine. Nine little cavers, Found Lancaster in spate. One tried the water's depth, And then there were eight. Eight little cavers, Exploring down in Devon. One got locked inside a cave, And then there were seven. Seven little cavers, Clearing chokes with picks. One caught a falling rock, And then there were six. Six little cavers, Learning how to dive. One stayed down too long, And then there were five. Five little cavers, On a calcite floor. One sat on the weakest part, And then there were four. Four little cavers, Abseiling down G.G. One forgot his cowstails, And then there were three. Three little cavers, Splashing through Ffynnon Ddu. One slipped in the streamway, And then there were two. Two little cavers, Prospecting in the sun. One found a brand new pitch. And then there was one. One worried caver, Took up dancing instead: Tripped on a trailing bootlace And now he too is dead.
Puff, the magic dragon
An absolute classic from the bivi on the 2005-07 expos. We had it in Hungarian for 2008 courtesy of Gergely.
Puff, the magic dragon lived by the sea And frolicked in the autumn mist in a land called honah lee, Little jackie paper loved that rascal puff, And brought him strings and sealing wax and other fancy stuff. oh Puff, the magic dragon lived by the sea And frolicked in the autumn mist in a land called honah lee, Puff, the magic dragon lived by the sea And frolicked in the autumn mist in a land called honah lee. Together they would travel on a boat with billowed sail Jackie kept a lookout perched on puffs gigantic tail, Noble kings and princes would bow wheneer they came, Pirate ships would lower their flag when puff roared out his name. oh! Puff, the magic dragon lived by the sea And frolicked in the autumn mist in a land called honah lee, Puff, the magic dragon lived by the sea And frolicked in the autumn mist in a land called honah lee. A dragon lives forever but not so little boys Painted wings and giant rings make way for other toys. One grey night it happened, jackie paper came no more And puff that mighty dragon, he ceased his fearless roar. His head was bent in sorrow, green scales fell like rain, Puff no longer went to play along the cherry lane. Without his life-long friend, puff could not be brave, So puff that mighty dragon sadly slipped into his cave. oh! Puff, the magic dragon lived by the sea And frolicked in the autumn mist in a land called honah lee, Puff, the magic dragon lived by the sea And frolicked in the autumn mist in a land called honah lee.
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