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"Golden Delicious" LP


This was the third album to be released by The Wurzels following Adge Cutler's death in 1974. It was released in April 1977 as a 12" vinyl stereo LP on the EMI NOTES record label with catalogue number NTS122. The album was simultaneously released on cassette tape and 8-track cartridge.

The Band Line-Up:

At the time of the recording of this album The Wurzels consisted of Tommy Banner (piano, organ, accordion, vocals), Tony Baylis (bass, bass guitar, sousaphone and vocals) and Pete Budd (banjo, guitar and vocals) all of who had been supporting Adge Cutler at the time of his death in 1974. The sleeve notes also say: 'With thanks to Sue Martine and Andy White'. Andy played drums on previous two Wurzels albums, so one can assume he did the same on Golden Delicious. Sue's input remains more of a mystery, but one would presume that it is her voice heard on the song School Days, Young Days.

Track Listing:

  • Side 1
  • 1.  Drink, Drink Yer Zider Up (R. Greenaway
         - H. & R. Barter) 
    2. The Cabot Song (Big 'Ead) (John Christie- 
        Pete Lawrence
    3. Good Old Somerset (T.Banner- P.Budd-D.Wright) 
    4. Rock Around The A38 (T.Banner- P.Budd-T.Baylis)
    5. I Keep Smilin' (Bob Barratt) 
    6. Pheasant Plucker's Son (Douglas Taylor)
  • Side 2
  • 1. Morning Glory (Guy Fletcher-Doug Flett)
    2. There's A Spider In The Bathtub  (Tony Baylis)
    3. Base Over Apex (Bob Barratt-Tony Baylis) 
    4. Short Time Livin' (H.Spiro-A.King)
    5. School Days, Young Days (Sammy King)
    6. I Am A Cider Drinker (Paloma Blanca )
        (J.Bowens;new lyrics by The Wurzels)

The Tracks:

Golden Delicious was The Wurzels' third album, and their first studio album (the previous two being recorded 'live'); the album was the second best- selling Wurzels album (after its predecessor) reaching #32 in the album charts. Of the twelve tracks five were written by the band themselves and one by their producer Bob Barratt. 

Disc and Label Variations:

In common with all The Wurzels' EMI album releases from 1975 to 1980 this album remained 'on catalogue' for many years. Unlike the Adge Cutler / Wurzel albums from 1967 onwards The Wurzel albums have few variations in labels and sleeves. By 1975 all album sleeves were of the wrap-around type and most were laminated. Tax codes on vinyl records had been discarded and the vinyl weights - which were now generally the same on all records - were on the light side when compared to the high-quality heavy vinyl of the 1960s. Matrix, Mother and Stamper codes were still used on the vinyl and the information centred around Adge's 1960's recordings that can be found on the Main Menu under 'Vinyl Collecting Guides' remains relevant with minor changes between different record labels. The inner sleeves changed little over the period. Unlike the 1960s, which saw inner sleeves bearing advertising information, the 1970's to 80's were white company sleeves with minor variations. The 'Dating Record Sleeves' guide (in the Main Menu) indicates which inner sleeves would be expected to be found between 1974 and 1983 (types H,J,K, AND L).

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Stereo pressing of NTS122 on the EMI Notes label.

A Side: Matrix NTS 122 A-2 HTM 1 AM

B Side: Matrix NTS122 B-1 HTM 2 GO

(HTM - Harry Moss, EMI's most respected mastering engineer).  It is interesting that a second master has been used for the A side in all examples found so far. The first master was presumably damaged or not of a high enough standard to use.

This LP entered the UK Albums Charts on 2 April 1977 for 5 weeks, reaching number 32.

Album Sleeve Rear:

The sleeve, manufactured by Garrod and Lofthouse in March 1977, was of the wrap-around style and fully laminated. The sleeve notes give a very brief resume of the band's activities in 1976 and 77 and a mini biography of each Wurzel.

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Collectors' Extras:


An unusual collector's item - a factory sample example of this album. Factory samples were taken from the production lines for a quality check.

A Side: Matrix NTS 122 A-2 HTM 1 AM

B Side: Matrix NTS122 B-1 HTM 1 MM



This example is particularly unique in that it came from the collection of Bob Barratt the record's producer.

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And in this image from Peter May the 'factory Sample' sticky has been applied to the record label itself.

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Collectors' Extras:


An interesting collector's item - an autographed album sleeve signed by Tommy Banner, Pete Budd and Tony Baylis.

A Side: Matrix NTS 122 A-2 HTM 1 AM
B Side: Matrix NTS 122 B-1 HTM 1 MM

Golden Delicious- Song Lyrics

  • Side 1
  • 1.  Drink, Drink Yer Zider Up (R. Greenaway
         - H. & R. Barter) 
    2. The Cabot Song (Big 'Ead) (John Christie- 
        Pete Lawrence
    3. Good Old Somerset (T.Banner- P.Budd-D.Wright) 
    4. Rock Around The A38 (T.Banner- P.Budd-T.Baylis)
    5. I Keep Smilin' (Bob Barratt) 
    6. Pheasant Plucker's Son (Douglas Taylor)
  • Side 2
  • 1. Morning Glory (Guy Fletcher-Doug Flett)
    2. There's A Spider In The Bathtub  (Tony Baylis)
    3. Base Over Apex (Bob Barratt-Tony Baylis) 
    4. Short Time Livin' (H.Spiro-A.King)
    5. School Days, Young Days (Sammy King)
    6. I Am A Cider Drinker (Paloma Blanca )
        (J.Bowens;new lyrics by The Wurzels)

Side 1

Side 1, Track 1 - Drink, Drink Yer Zider Up

Drink, drink yer cider up, that's what me old man taught me
Son, if thee's drinks it up, it'll make thee cheeks grow rosy

When I were just a babe in arms, me Mam here I did throttle
Because I cried at night till she put zider in me bottle

Drink, drink yer cider up, that's what me old man taught me
[Spoken] Drink it up there
Son, if thee's drinks it up, it'll make thee cheeks grow rosy
[Spoken] Proper job'n all

When I was just a kid at school, I were a proper rascal
[Spoken] Were an' all
I threw away me books to get more cider in me satchel

Drink, drink yer cider up, that's what me old man taught me
[Spoken] That's right
Son, if thee's drinks it up, it'll make thee cheeks grow rosy
[Spoken] Wanna try some young'un

Remember on our wedding day, stood before the vicar
[Spoken] Ooh ar
He joined us both as man and wife then joined us in the liquor

Drink, drink yer cider up, that's what me old man taught me
[Spoken] Proper job
Son, if thee's drink it up, it'll make thee cheeks go rosy

Now our five kids can't keep their hands [Spoken] five kids? off that bottle stopper
[Spoken] Ha ha
They have their pint four times a day, we brings them up real proper

Drink, drink yer cider up, that's what me old man taught me
[Spoken] Come on Ernie
Son, if thee's drinks it up, it'll make thee cheeks grow rosy
[Spoken] Come on there now

Drink, drink yer cider up, that's what me old man taught me
[Spoken] How we doing then Ernie?
Son, if thee's drinks it up, it'll make thee cheeks go rosy

Hey ‘er
Oh ah ha ha ha ha


Side 1, Track 2 - The Cabot Song (Big 'Ead)

Back in fourteen-ninety-seven, John Cabot said to his Dad
I think I'll go and discover America, cos times is looking bad
Course, I'll have to borrow a couple of quid, and some clothes and yer old top hat
Cos the hat I got, is ten years old, and been slept in, by the cat

His Dad looked up from his paper, with his glasses on th'end of his nose
Whatever d'you think you'll look like he said, dressed up in my old clothes
They aint never gonna fit you, my old son, cos you're much too blooming well fed
And he looked at his hat, and he looked at John's head, cor blime oh blinking Riley he said

Thee's never get a gurt big 'ead like thine, in a tiny little hat like this
The odds is all against thee, I should knock 'ee off thee list
If thee's were to try and force 'ee on, the sides will all buckle and twist
Nah, thee's never get a gurt big 'ead like thine in a tiny little hat like this

Thee's never get a gurt big 'ead like thine in a tiny little hat like this
Not unless thee's make'n bigger, by ramming it over thee fist
Even then 'ee'll want reinforcing, no thee's better give 'ee a miss
Cos thee's never get a gurt big 'ead like thine in a tiny little hat like this

John was quite upset by now, for there's one thing he'da dread
Having gurt big drops of rain fall down, right on top his head
And it do per-sistently rain in America, so Chris Columbus said
I got a good idea said John's old Dad, why doesn't discover Portishead, instead

Cos thee's never get a gurt big 'ead like thine in a tiny little hat like this
Thee's aint seriously trying to tell I, that thee's really hope to, bist
I shouldn't go and discover America, they won’t know what they missed
Cos thee's never get a gurt big 'ead like thine in a tiny little hat like this
No! Thee's never get a gurt big 'ead like thine in a tiny little hat like this


Side 1, Track 3 - Good Old Somerset

Take me back, to good old Somerset

I still remember when I was a lad
Some times were good and some times were bad
But we all made the most of what little we had down in Somerset
We played around at school, we thought it a game
And even now I can't, spell me name
But I'm so glad to be back again in good old Somerset

(Chorus)
When I'm dead, then bury me
In the shade of a cider apple tree
Take me back to good old Somerset
Take me by the village inn
Hear the old folks, the yarns they spin
Take me back to good old Somerset

I can see it now in my dreams
Wishing I was fishing, down by the stream
And the rivers there, were clear and clean down in Somerset
I took a rifle, when I was sixteen
I went to fight for my King and Queen
And the boots I wore were, never so clean down in Somerset

(Repeat Chorus)

At the end of the fighting, I took me a wife
We settled down and tried to make a good life
But all we seemed to find was trouble and strife down in Somerset
All the kids are married, the old lady's gone
Just me and the dog, and a pint and a song
And now I'm back, where I'da belong down in Somerset

(Repeat Chorus)

[Spoken] Hear me boy

(Repeat Chorus)


Side 1, Track 4 - Rock Around The A.38

All right.

Way down Taunton on the A38
Just around the corner there's a five-bar gate
Over in the field stands old Farmer Joe
Cranking up his tractor trying to make'n go
No one seems to care, or try to understand
It's hard to make a living when you're working on the land
Go, go, let the cider flow

[Spoken] All right there young'un

Farmer's son in pigsty mixing up the swill
Bubblin' and a-steaming 'nuff to make thee ill
Sow she came a-boaring like a hurricane
Rolled him over 'n' over 'n' over 'n' over again
No one there around, to give that boy a warning
They couldn't dig him out until the very next morning
Go, go, let the cider flow

[Spoken] Come on there my beauty, work ‘im right baby, ha ha. Oh ar. Get in there you

Farmer's daughter Mabel rolling in the hay
With the village lads she were the cabaret
Swinging through the rafters in her tight blue jeans
Polo neck all ruffled, bum bursting from the seams
No one seems to care, or try to understand
The ups and downs a man gets when he's working on the land
Go, go, let the cider flow

Oooh

Farmer's wife out working picking up the eggs
She's getting on, she aint too steady on her legs
Basket in her arms and her apron full
She crossed the field and she got, chased a-by the bull
No one there around, to get the bull away
Now Joe's got scrambled eggs for his breakfast every day
Go, go, let the cider flow


Side 1, Track 5 - I Keep Smilin'

I was sitting by the pigsty on my farm, my heart was filled with gloom
Boy oh boy I never had much joy, and anything we hand turned to
Money went out, never came in, good fortune I never met
Got to face the facts I owe so much tax, I could settle the National Debt

[Spoken] One bloomin’ thing after another

(Chorus)
But I keep smilin', I keep smilin'
One of these days my luck must change
So, I, keep right on smilin'
Dung dung dunger dunger dung dung dung
Dunger dung dung dung dung dung dunger dunger dung

Got some news today, they're gonna pull down me farm, motorway's coming through
That's an easy task cos there aint no glass, the roof's stuck together with glue
The bailiff’s men are coming back again, that'll be them at the door
To repossess my tv set, I wish they'd take the Mother-in-law

[Spoken] Eight long years she been naggin’ and naggin’ I

(Repeat Chorus)

Greenfly's been at me roses again, bad news in the mail
Local bank says my account is blank, overdraft's blowing a gale
What a terrible waste, put some money on a race that I might have spent on cider
Lost me last two pence at the very last fence when the horse said goodbye to its rider

[Spoken] Never rains without it blimmin’ pours

But I keep smilin', I keep smilin'
One of these days my luck must change
So, I, keep right on smilin'
Dung dung dunger dunger dung dung dung
Dunger dung dung dunger dung dung


Side 1, Track 6 - Pheasant Plucker's Son

(Chorus)
I'm not a pheasant plucker I'm a pheasant plucker's son
And I'm sitting plucking pheasants till the pheasant plucker comes

Well my Daddy was a poor man he worked hard to earn his pay
I went out a-shooting pheasants which he sat and plucked all day
I don't wanna end up like him plucking pheasants till I'm dead
Gotta find another way to earn me bread

(Repeat Chorus)

Birds are flying overhead most of the day
Gotta find a target just to make me way, hey hey

(Repeat Chorus)

[Spoken] Whey-hey

Tried to be an entertainer, be a joker or a clown
But the folks who came to see me they just had to put me down
Tried to be an undertaker but I don't like wearing black
There must be another way to earn me whack

(Repeat Chorus)

Birds are flying overhead most of the day
Gotta find a target just to make me way, hey hey

(Repeat Chorus)

[Spoken] Come on you pheasant pluckers you

(Repeat Chorus)

Ha ha ha

[Spoken] Come on you pheasant pluckers you

Ha ha ha


Side 2

Side 2, Track 1 - Morning Glory

(Chorus)
One for the morning glory, two for the early dew
Three for the man who stands his round
And four for the love of you, my girl
Four for the love of you

I likes a little drink at the end of the day, to raise up me voice and sing
Spend an hour or two with a fine brown brew and I'm ready for anything
At the Cross Keys Inn there were sisters four, the landlord's daughters fair
And when all were quiet on a winter's night, I'd tiptoe up the stairs

[Shout] Singing….

(Repeat Chorus)

I got the call from foreign shores, to sail and fight the foe
And I thought no more of the sisters four, though I was sad to go
So, I sailed away in a ship, ‘The Morning Glory’ was her name
And we'd all fall down when the rum went round, but we'd get up and start again

[Shout] Singing now….

(Repeat Chorus)

[Shout] Altogether now….

One for the morning glory, two for the early dew
[Shout] Come on young'un….
Three for the man who stands his round
And four for the love of you, my girl
Four for the love of you

[Shout] Altogether my beauties….

(Repeat Chorus)

[Shout] Come on my babies….

One for the morning glory, two for the early dew
[Shout] Fire it on….
Three for the man who stands his round
And four for the love of you, my girl
Four for the love of you


Side 2, Track 2 - There's A Spider In The Bathtub

[Spoken] I think it's proper disgusting that some people have to live like pigs

There's a spider in the bathtub, a cockroach in the sink
The toilet seat is broken, chain hasn't got a link
The dustbin's overflowing, there's rubbish on the stairs
The state this place is getting in, it seems nobody cares
The cutlery is dirty, the dishes all used up
If I want a cup of tea I use the same old cup
To try and make things easy I use paper plates and cups
But when you flush them down the toilet they block the darn thing up, so….

(Chorus)
With housing such a problem it seems a crying shame
A man should have to suffer when he is not to blame
But I must keep up me standards so if things do not improve
I may find meself obliged to move

The curtains are all dirty, the carpet's getting bare
My bed's no fun to sleep in, the mattress has no hair
Been sleeping on the sofa, but something's going wrong
The way these springs keep coming through I won't be there for long
The larder's getting empty, the ashcan's getting full
The windows are so filthy, don't see the sun at all
The last lightbulb is broken, no need to pay the bill
And it won't disturb the nest of mice beneath the windowsill

(Repeat Chorus)

The garden is a jungle, of nettles and of weeds
A few hours would take care of it, that's really all it needs
But no one seems to give a damn, no one gives a cuss
The grass is high enough to hide a double decker bus
The front door's off its hinges, the tiles are off the roof
That the place is falling down is getting near the truth
How can people be so thoughtless to let this state exist
I think I'll have to put my name down on the housing list

With housing such a problem it seems a crying shame
A man should have to suffer when he is not to blame
But I must keep up me standards


Side 2, Track 3 - Base Over Apex

I took me wife for a ramble
Down a shady Westcountry lane
She caught her foot in a bramble; [Spoken] whoops
And base over apex she came
I asked her if she were in agony [Spoken] ow
I asked her if she were in pain [Spoken] course I am
Before she could give me an answer [Spoken] whoops
She was base over apex again

(Chorus)
Base over apex, base over apex
Base over apex again

Next day she said let's go out riding
Down on the Burnham seashore
But during the ride, her horse bucked and shied
She was base over apex once more
She remounted damp and bedraggled
As a bolster left out in the rain
But no sooner back in the saddle
She was base over apex again

Base over apex, [Spoken] whoops. base over apex
Base over apex again

Then Friday we went deep sea fishing
With a salty old seadog named John. [Spoken] ha ha me lads
He'd never have known she were accident prone
Till base over apex she'd gone. [Spoken] throw her the anchor bosun
Lifeboat was called to the rescue [Spoken] help
Just heading in for the shore
In a gust from the West, you've probably guessed
She was base over apex once more

Base over apex (whoops) base over apex (whoops)
Base over apex once more



Side 2, Track 4 - Short Time Livin'

The early bird wouldn't catch no worm
If the worm was a dragon and the worm would turn
You think about people every time and place
It's the same situation with the human race
In olden times prehistoric man
Didn't get pork and beans from a king size can
His meat was raw, didn't have no pot
And you satisfied a woman with a little not a lot

(Chorus)
You're a short time livin' and a long time dead
So, let me give you this advice my friend
Keep your water weak and your zider strong
Keep your hands in your pockets and you won't go wrong

A woman's ways are sweet and kind
And she'll talk honey honey when there's loving on her mind
She smiles like an angel as she baits her hook
And you don't feel nothin' till the hook's been took

(Repeat Chorus)

If a man could live for a thousand years
Would he learn how to laugh and forget about tears
But a man only makes three score and ten
So, he needs a little drink to make him happy again

(Repeat chorus x 4)



Side 2, Track 5 - School Days, Young Days

School days, young days, walking up the hill on Mondays
Sleepy eyed and on your way to learn to read
To write and spell and all the things you're gonna need
To help you through the future life you're gonna lead

School days, young days
Paying for your pranks on fun days
Like the time you put your sherbet in the ink
The teacher tanned your hide and poured it down the sink
When all the writing came out royal blue and pink

Twilight days, of puppy ways and what's it all about
Spring of life, a time for asking why and finding out
Enjoy them while you can
They help to make a man
School days - days when you're young

School days, young days
Walking up the hill on Mondays
Sleepy eyed and on your way to learn to read
To write and spell and all the things you're gonna need
To help you through the future life you're gonna lead

Twilight days, of puppy ways and what's it all about
Spring of life, a time for asking why and finding out
Enjoy them while you can
They help to make a man
School days - days when you're young
School days - days when you’re young



Side 2, Track 6 - I Am A Cider Drinker

When the moon shines on the cowshed
And we're rolling in the hay
All the cows are up there grazin’
And the milk is on its way

(Chorus)
I am a cider drinker
I drinks it all of the day
I am a cider drinker
It soothes all me troubles away
Ooh arr ooh arr ay, ooh arr ooh arr ay

[Spoken] Proper job, wanna try some young 'un

It's so cosy, in the kitchen
With the smell of rabbit stew
When the breeze blows, 'cross the farmyard
You can smell the cowsheds too

[Spoken] Ooh never smelt nothin' like it in all me life

When those combine wheels stops turnin’
And the hard day's work is done
There's a pub around the corner
It's the place we 'ave our fun

[Spoken] Arr, we'll 'ave some fun an' all

(Repeat Chorus)

[Spoken] C’mon young 'un, get a couple o’ pints down 'ee then

Now dear old Mabel, when she's able
We takes a stroll down Lover's Lane
And we'll sink a pint of scrumpy
Then we'll play old nature's game

[Spoken] Ah, ha, ha, ooh arr

But we end up in the duckpond
When the pub decides to close
With me britches full of tadpoles
And the newts between me toes

[Spoken] Cor, mate

(Repeat Chorus)

[Spoken] Come on there young'un, get'n up there then, ha ha

(Repeat Chorus)

Ooh arr ooh arr ay, ooh arr ooh arr ay
Ooh arr ooh arr ay, ooh arr ooh arr ay

Let cider be the spice of life, ha ha





Lyrics Kindly transcribed by M.Pelling & E.Bryant,
Verified by Professor Wurzel

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