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This song is well known in Temeschwar, the Varushkan city that joined the League. It’s about organised crime, which was once endemic there, and was referred to obliquely as “Uncle Vyig” (“Uncle Vyig had his hands in my pockets”, etc). The song is about how crime takes a cut of everything. It is supposed to be a fun song about terrible things.
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<ic>This song is well known in [[Temeschwar]], the Varushkan city that joined The League. It’s about organised crime, which was once endemic there, and was referred to obliquely as “Uncle Vyig” (“Uncle Vyig had his hands in my pockets”, etc). The song is about how crime takes a cut of everything. It a fun song about terrible things.</ic>
  
Words by Chris Edwards.
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Words by Chris Edwards, tune by Daisy Abbott.
  
 
<song>
 
<song>
When Uncle Vyig comes to dinner ''(this bit sung fairly slow and deep before each verse)''
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''(sung fairly slow and deep before each verse)''
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When Uncle Vyig comes to dinner...
  
 
He takes a bite from every onion
 
He takes a bite from every onion
 
Puts his spoon right in your soup
 
Puts his spoon right in your soup
And all the butter that he eats
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And all the poultry that he eats
Could fill a mining scoop
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Could fill a chicken coop!
  
When Uncle Vyig comes to dinner
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When Uncle Vyig comes to dinner...
 
   
 
   
 
He goes through all your clothing
 
He goes through all your clothing
 
And borrows just one boot
 
And borrows just one boot
 
He helps himself to gloves and hats
 
He helps himself to gloves and hats
And the socks right off your foot
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And the socks right off your foot!
  
When Uncle Vyig comes to dinner
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When Uncle Vyig comes to dinner...
  
 
He sits right by the fire
 
He sits right by the fire
 
And leaves you all to freeze
 
And leaves you all to freeze
 
His bones are scrawny, thin and cold
 
His bones are scrawny, thin and cold
But he shares with you his sneeze (ATCHOO!)
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But he shares with you his sneeze! (ATCHOO!)
 
</song>
 
</song>
  

Revision as of 12:27, 5 September 2012

This song is well known in Temeschwar, the Varushkan city that joined The League. It’s about organised crime, which was once endemic there, and was referred to obliquely as “Uncle Vyig” (“Uncle Vyig had his hands in my pockets”, etc). The song is about how crime takes a cut of everything. It a fun song about terrible things.

Words by Chris Edwards, tune by Daisy Abbott.

(sung fairly slow and deep before each verse) When Uncle Vyig comes to dinner...

He takes a bite from every onion Puts his spoon right in your soup And all the poultry that he eats Could fill a chicken coop!

When Uncle Vyig comes to dinner...

He goes through all your clothing And borrows just one boot He helps himself to gloves and hats And the socks right off your foot!

When Uncle Vyig comes to dinner...

He sits right by the fire And leaves you all to freeze His bones are scrawny, thin and cold But he shares with you his sneeze! (ATCHOO!)