Welcome to Hobson's Voice

Hobson was a horse-stable owner and carter who lived in Cambridge in the 1600s. If you wanted to rent a horse from him, he would offer you the horse that was nearest to the door....thereby keeping the horses in strict rotation. If you didn't like the look of your horse...."Well..." he'd say..."Take it or leave it!"   Hobson was a well-known character, and his saying found its way into the world of English idioms.

Master Hobson, can we hire a horse?/ It's gotta be your strongest and best!
We got us a gig down in London Town;/The steed must be zippy, full of zest!
He gave me a look!  He gave me a smile!/ I can still hear Hobson's Voice
Saying,"Take it or leave it! Nearest nag to the door!"
So all we got was HOBSON'S CHOICE!

                                                                                               Copyright(c)2009JohnRees

Born 1599 - died 1658  A man of Huntingdon, St Ives, Ely and Cambridge..and The Fens. Only person to be "President of the British Republic", so to speak. Opinions about him differ hugely. He was supposed to have told the artist to paint him as a real person ..."warts and all". A quick web-search will show you The Cromwell Society, and The Sealed Knot for a start....

refrain  You who paint my picture paint it warts and all! / Let the people see 'The Man' I am, warts and all!
              "We want you for your leader!" came their voice and call! / "Oliver Cromwell...Warts And All!"

1)        Was there ever such a time as the days are now / When friend is foe and foe is friend? Nobody knows if
            Tomorrow is the day that The World shall end; / You've got to take whatever God may send you...

2)       Downcast, depressed, depraved with sin, / I felt the God Without come and shine within;
           Though low of birth was I, He held my hand, / Raised me up to rule this land...oh..

3)       Bitter was the day they sent me overseas; / "You've got to bring Ireland to its knees!"
           With history and hindsight, who on Earth can tell / What I did there may have sent me down to Hell...oh...

4)      From little country town to The World's great stage, / They say I was The Chief of Men in an age
          When King met steel and The Crown then fell..../Necessity like winter frost...hard and cruel...

5)     If a man is true of heart, what he says is good to heed; / If he's certain in his heart, he'll be certain in his deed;
         Woe unto he who would twist and break his word, / But Joy to the plain man! ( clap) Let his word be heard!...

                                                                                                                           Copyright(c)2009JohnRees

Every day's an anniversary for somebody, somewhere  -  I've got one to tell you of...
'Forty-Four...Nineteen Forty-Four... Second day of June it was......In the night.

Benjamin Gimbert and James Nightall - Railwaymen of wartime, pulling mighty heavy loads...
'Forty-Four...Nineteen Forty-Four... Second day of June it was......In the night.

Slow, oh slow from the marshalling yards;  Strain and weight on each axle and wheel...
On into the darkness of silent Fenland.... Steel rolling on steel...

The little town of March was left behind -  Shovel down to Ely....stopping for a red light...
Forty four wagons, forty four.... Full of high explosive .......In the night.

"Go on," said the green light - To Soham Town, where everyone is sleeping - safe and sound as houses...
Four-O Four, Four-O, Forty Four - full of high explosive.....In the night.

"FIRE! A FLAME! We've got trouble, my Lad! Wagon Number One's going to blow!
"You'd better get down - unhitch the other forty three....or else there's only one  Soham will go....!"

Benjamin Gimbert and James Nightall pulled that burning wagon - waiting for the Big Bang!
Hundred yards....just a hundred yards!.... Enough to save three and forty wagons that night!

                Stationmaster Bridges was killed outright!
                                     Fireman Nightall gave his life for Soham!
                                                                 Herbert Clarke did his duty as Guard!
                                                                                             But what of Driver Gimbert on that night?

Fly! Fly high! His whole body flew high!....Human angel filled with glass, steel and stone!
God knows how, he lived to tell the tale!....Gentle giant who saved a town!

Every day's an anniversary for somebody, somewhere....I've got one to tell you of....
'Forty-Four...Nineteen Forty-Four.....Second day of June it was.............In the night......

 

There were tears in her eyes as she tried to tell the story/ Of a moment, just a moment, of tender, loving care,
When a man said "Share my feast! Share my table, Brother Abel!
"All are welcome, Oh so welcome at the Mill Road Winter Fair!"

Now, Mill Road is a road that is not like any other;/ Quite unique, oh more uniquer than Cambridge Town elsewhere!
Then someone said, "Let's celebrate our Lives of Variation!"
Thus was born, oh thus was born The Mill Road Winter Fair.

Plans were made, and notices were posted;/ Neighbour talked to neighbour - that's how they spread The Word!
Things to see and things to do - a host of fine attractions....
Lots to taste and eat and drink from all around The World....

There'd be dancers and performers, bands of drummers and folk-singers,/ Story-tellers telling stories, weaving dreams from words of air;
And the churches mosques and synagogues would throw their doors wide open
To say "Welcome! All so welcome! Praise The Mill Road Winter Fair!"

However, when you organize you quickly come to realize/  that Nothing, oh no Nothing can escape that Old Sod's Law!
Except, perhaps when someone breaks the Rules of Expectation,
Sharing Love, Showing Love....True Word of One God's Law!

So it was! The Mill Road Fair was ready. But "Licence? Where's The Licence for the Jewish Fine Food stall?"
Oh, she was in a panic, for The Jews would be excluded!
"No problem!" says this Muslim lad..."Please share my humble store......"

There were tears in her eyes as she told me of this story/ Of a moment, just a moment of tender, loving care...
When a man said "Share my feast! Share my table, Brother Abel!
"All are welcome! Oh, so welcome....
At The Mill Road Winter Fair.......!"