The Mummer’s Song by Simani

In this video recorded to accompany Simani’s Mummers’ Song, the activities involved in a visit by the mummers are showcased. It accurately describes a scene that was replayed in many outport homes up until the mid nineties and does an exceptional job of capturing the enjoyment associated with the mummers’ visit.

The Mummers’ Song Lyrics

Don’t seem like Christmas if the Mummers are not here,

Granny would say as she’d knit in her chair;

Things have gone modern and I s’pose that’s the cause,

Christmas is not like it was.

(Knock, knock, knock, knock) Any mummers aloud in?

Hark, what’s the noise out by the porch door?

Granny, ’tis mummers, there’s twenty or more.

Her old weathered face brightens up with a grin,

Any Mummers, nice Mummers ‘lowed in?

Come in, lovely Mummers, don’t bother the snow,

We can wipe up the water sure after you go;

Sit if you can or on some Mummer’s knee,

Lets see if we know who ya be.

There’s big ones ‘n’ small ones ‘n’ tall ones ‘n’ thin,

Boys dressed as women and girls dressed as men;

Humps on their backs an’ mitts on their feet,

My blessed, we’ll die with the heat.

There’s only one there that I think that I know,

That tall feller standing o’er long side the stove;

He’s shakin’ his fist for to make me not tell,

Must be Willy from out on the hill.

Now that one’s a stranger if there ever was one,

With his underwear stuffed and his trap door undone;

Is he wearin’ his mother’s big forty-two bra?

I knows but I’m not gonna say.

Don’t s’pose you fine Mummers would turn down a drop,

No home brew or alchy, whatever you got;

Not the one with his rubber boots on the wrong feet,

He’s enough for to do him a week.

S’pose you can dance? Yes, they all nod their heads,

They’ve been tappin’ their feet ever since they came in;

Now that the drinks have been all passed around,

The Mummers are plankin’ her down.

Be careful the lamp and hold onto the stove,

Don’t swing Granny hard ’cause you know that she’s old;

No need for to care how you buckles the floor,

‘Cause Mummers have danced here before.

My God, how hot is it, we better go,

I ‘low we’ll all get the devil’s own cold;

Good night and good Christmas, Mummers, me dears,

Please God, we will see you next year.

Good night and good Christmas, Mummers, me dears,

Please God, we will see you next year.