Old childhood songs

LindaPat

grumppa - yes I do! We used to bounce the children on our knees to this one!

"Bumpity, bumpity,bumpity, bump.
As if I was riding my charger.
Bumpity, bumpity,bumpity, bump.
As proud as an Indian Rajah.
All the girls declare
That I'm a gay old stager.
Hey, hey, clear the way,
Here comes the galloping Major"

And "This is the way the ladies ride . . . "

Happily remember many of these songs.
Even some we sung at school along to the radio show by the BBC for schools.
Coach trips with school and clubs.
Ten green botttles, ten in the bed, One man went to mow. Too many!

Fallingstar

merlotgran

My grandmother used to teach me old music hall songs - most with questionable lyrics. 😂

Ha ha, my old dad knew a few, I think he learned them in the navy during the war, I remember one that was not too bad -
‘There I was standing at the Church
Standing at the Church
Standing at the Church
All at once he left me in the lurch
Oh ‘ow it did upset me
Then he sent me a little note
Here’s the little note
This is what he wrote
Can’t get away to marry you today
My wife won’t let me’

Another forsaken bride was Mary Ellen

Mary Ellen at the church turned up
Her Mum turned up and her Dad turned up
Her Gran who couldn't hear a thing turned up
The best man with the wedding ring turned up
and her sister with a big red rose turned up
Then the telegram boy with his nose turned up
With a telegram that said he didn't wanna wed
And they'd find him in the river with his toes turned up.

Children's Favourites on Saturday morning, so many songs to remember.

Don't go down the mine Dad, there's plenty of slack in yer pants.
My lovely Nana used to sing 'A fox went out one moonlit night.looked to the moon to give home light, he'd many a mile to go that night before he'd reach the town oh

MissAdventure

I know an old lady who swallowed a fly...

I've sung this with all my children and grandchildren, we had a lovely big picture book to go with it.

On my fourth birthday Uncle Mac on Saturday morning radio played "how much is that doggy in the window" and I know it was just for me because he said so.

Marmin

I am still word perfect on 'When father papered the parlour' thanks to my grandad singing it almost daily.

'Dabbing it here, dabbing it there
Paste & paper everywhere......'

Oh that's got me remembering now.

Does anybody remember "The Bogey Man" with Henry Hall?

Maresey dotes and dozy dotes
And little lamsey tivy
A kidle etivey too
Woodent ewe

If the words sound queer and funny to your ear.

Sing:

Mares eat oats and does eat oats
And little lambs eat ivy
A kid'll eat ivy too
Wouldn't you?

That's clever.
I have never been able to do that

MissAdventure

How much is that doggy in the window?
The one with the waggly tail?
How much is that doggy in the window?
I do hope that doggy's for sale

We used to sing "Window the in doggy that is much how . . . )(etcetera)

Oh Shenandoah l long to see you ...

London's Burning, London's burning - a round in primary school l think.

A kid'll eat ivy, too.
Wouldn't you?

That's brilliant!
How do you remember that?!

How about Mares eat oats, and dows eat oats and little lambs eat ivy??
I never knew the proper words to it.

I loved
Gilly Gilly Ossenfeffer Katzenellenbogen by the Sea

So many old favourites here. Great thread Foxglove77

Magenta8 I only ever knew the last verse, so thank you!

I'm gonna sow the seeds of deep devotion, fertilise it with emotion.
Waterwith deep desire, and then I'll reap the harvest of love (rapserry, baaah!)

How much is that doggy in the window?
The one with the waggly tail?
How much is that doggy in the window?
I do hope that doggy's for sale

I had a little pony
His name was Dapple Grey
I lent him to a lady
To ride a mile away
She whipped him
And she slashed him
She rode through the mire
I'll never lend my pony
For any lady's hire

Clippety clop goes my little pony
Galloping over the roadway stony
On he goes
Up he goes
Then he goes down
Galloping gaily into town

Horses, horses, I've got horses
White and dapple grey
Horses, horses, I've got horses
White and dapple grey

When I give them oats to eat
They jump five and twenty feet
Horses, horses, I've got horses
White and dapple grey

Horsey, horsey, don't you stop
Just let your hooves go clippety clop
Tail go swish and the wheels go round
Giddy up! We're homeward bound

Re rather risque music hall songs - my granny taught me "When I take my morning promenade" ( Marie Lloyd " ) !

It's on YouTube, look it up - it's " of it's time" as they say!

xxx

Jug of Punch
Marianina
Linden Lea
British Grenadiers

sandelf

I wish community singing was popular now - I like to sing, but not as a show.

I think it still is. DD recently joined a show time choir. They do not perform in public but meet up to sing songs from the shows.

You just need to look and enuire.