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.....an' whit the hell wur they aboot?

Ah kin mind loadsy songs fae mah childhood that wur popyoolur et the time, but oan reflekshin, made nae sense ataw.

Here's a few - ony kinna eksplanayshin wid be maist welcome:

Kiltie Kiltie coal bum,

three stairs up,

the wuman in the middle door,

hut him wi' a cup.

An' then thur's this:

Diddle diddle dumpling,

my son John,

went tae bed

with his trousers on.

One shoe off

and one shoe on,

diddle diddle dumpling,

my son John.

An' of course, ye huv the classic:

Skinny Malinky long legs

big banana feet

went tae the pikchurs

and fell throo the seat.

When the pikchur started,

Skinny Malinky farted,

Skinny Malinky long legs,

big banana feet.

An' last, but no' least, this stoatir:

Three wee craws, sat upon a wa',

Sat upon a wa'

Sat upon a wa', haw haw haw.

Three wee craws, sat upoan a wa'

on a cold and frosty morning.

The first wee craw, couldnae flee at a',

couldn'ae flee at a'

couldn'ae flee at a', haw haw haw.

The furst wee craw, coodnae flee ataw

on a cold and frosty morning

The second wee craw, fell and skint 'is jaw,

fell and skint 'is jaw,

fell and skint 'is jaw, haw haw haw.

The second wee craw, fell and skint 'is jaw

on a cold and frosty morning

The third wee craw, wis greetin fur 'is maw,

greetin fur 'is maw,

greetin fur 'is maw, haw haw haw.

The third wee craw, wis greetin fur 'is maw,

on a cold and frosty morning.

Ah'm guessin we wur eezy amused when we wur weans.

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.....an' whit the hell wur they aboot?

Ah kin mind loadsy songs fae mah childhood that wur popyoolur et the time, but oan reflekshin, made nae sense ataw.

Here's a few - ony kinna eksplanayshin wid be maist welcome:

Kiltie Kiltie coal bum,

three stairs up,

the wuman in the middle door,

hut him wi' a cup.

An' then thur's this:

Diddle diddle dumpling,

my son John,

went tae bed

with his trousers on.

One shoe off

and one shoe on,

diddle diddle dumpling,

my son John.

An' of course, ye huv the classic:

Skinny Malinky long legs

big banana feet

went tae the pikchurs

and fell throo the seat.

When the pikchur started,

Skinny Malinky farted,

Skinny Malinky long legs,

big banana feet.

An' last, but no' least, this stoatir:

Three wee craws, sat upon a wa',

Sat upon a wa'

Sat upon a wa', haw haw haw.

Three wee craws, sat upoan a wa'

on a cold and frosty morning.

The first wee craw, couldnae flee at a',

couldn'ae flee at a'

couldn'ae flee at a', haw haw haw.

The furst wee craw, coodnae flee ataw

on a cold and frosty morning

The second wee craw, fell and skint 'is jaw,

fell and skint 'is jaw,

fell and skint 'is jaw, haw haw haw.

The second wee craw, fell and skint 'is jaw

on a cold and frosty morning

The third wee craw, wis greetin fur 'is maw,

greetin fur 'is maw,

greetin fur 'is maw, haw haw haw.

The third wee craw, wis greetin fur 'is maw,

on a cold and frosty morning.

Ah'm guessin we wur eezy amused when we wur weans.

Urnae the furst wans skippin rope songs

Ye furgot "The forth craw wisnae ther at awe (stop here and see who keeps singing, oh the laffs tae be had wae that wan)

Ah also liked

"ye cannae shuvv yer grannie affa bus"

"ah married a wife oh then oh then"

an various ithurs favoured on bus runs and sunday school trips

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Nanas songs to me

Oh ma maw was a jigger

A jigger was she

She went tAE the jiggin before she hud me

Noo am a jigger and she's tae blame

She wis a jigger when I was a wean Eeegh (kicking leg up)

I sing this to Kristofer, poor soul, another confused child.

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Jump Rope Song:

Not last night but the night before

tommyknockers came knockin at my door

They stole my watch and they stole my ring

and then they all began to sing

"Policeman, policeman, do your duty here comes (name) the American beauty!

She can wiggle; She can wobble;

She can do the split;

but she can't wear her dresses above her hips!"

Another:

Gypsy, Gypsy please tell me

What my fortune's going to be

Rich-man, Poor-man, Beggar-man, Thief.

Doc-tor, Law-yer, In-di-an Chief.

Tink-er, Tail-or, Cow-boy, Sail-or.

________

Down by the river, down by the sea,

Johnny broke a bottle and blamed it on me.

I told ma, ma told pa,

Johnny got a spanking so ha ha ha.

How many spankings did Johnny get?

1, 2, 3....

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Your memory is worse than you thought JJ.

Murder, murder polis,

three stairs up,

the wuman on the middle floor hit me wae a cup

My heid's aw bleedin' and ma lip's(?) aw cut

Murder, murder polis, three stairs up!

:rolleyes:

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Peony wrote:

Gypsy, Gypsy please tell me

What my fortune's going to be

Rich-man, Poor-man, Beggar-man, Thief.

Doc-tor, Law-yer, In-di-an Chief.

Tink-er, Tail-or, Cow-boy, Sail-or.

That one was sung here too or one close to it

Only one I can remember & even then only the first line

Poor old Michael Finnigin

grew a hair on his chinnigin

etc etc

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Peony wrote:

That one was sung here too or one close to it

Only one I can remember & even then only the first line

Poor old Michael Finnigin

grew a hair on his chinnigin

etc etc

There was an old man called Michael Finnigan

He grew whiskers on his chinnigan

The wind came out & blew them innagain

Poor old Michael Finnigan

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Nanas songs to me

Oh ma maw was a jigger

A jigger was she

She went tAE the jiggin before she hud me

Noo am a jigger and she's tae blame

She wis a jigger when I was a wean Eeegh (kicking leg up)

I sing this to Kristofer, poor soul, another confused child.

:rolleyes:

I vote for a recitation & demonstration at the next swally

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.....an' whit the hell wur they aboot?

Ah kin mind loadsy songs fae mah childhood that wur popyoolur et the time, but oan reflekshin, made nae sense ataw.

<snip>

Ah'm guessin we wur eezy amused when we wur weans.

Hmm. I always thought the incantatory rhythmic stuff was more the lassies' side of the playground..? for jumpin ropes annat?

I was never around the boys' side. Were youse singin??

:rolleyes:

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I vote for a recitation & demonstration at the next swally

Nae problems Westie, but being a touch on the shy side, itmight take a coouple of vodkas, and I need someone to sit on ma knee, Tam where ur ye :D

Another my Nana sang, and I'm sure I have posted on the forum before was

When it's night-time in Italy it's Wednesday over here.

All the onions in Sicily make people cry in California.

Why does thefly flyfly

Why does the bee, sit down totake it's tea

If you talk to an Eskimo his breath will freeze your ear.

When it's night-time in Italy it's Wednesday over here.

Songs I remember singing to play ropes or peever were

The wind, the wind the wind blows high

The rain comes scattering down the sky

He is handsome

She is pretty

He is the boy from London city

She is the girl, shout 1,2,3

Pray tell me who is he?

and

The big ship sails on the alley alley oh

The alley alley oh, the alley alley oh

The big ship sails on the alley alley oh

On the last day of September.

The captain said it will never never do

Never never do, never never do.

The captain said it will never never do

On the last day of September.

The big ship sank to the bottom of the sea

The bottom of the sea, the bottom of the sea.

The big ship sank to the bottom of the sea

On the last day of September.

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JJ. I thought it was.

"Kiltie, Kitie cauld bum" :D

Like this one:

"Ma maw's a millionaire

Wid yie believe it?

Blue eyes and curly hair

Wid yie believe it?

Sittin' among the eskimoes

Playin' a game o' dominoes

Ma maw's a millionaire"

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Nae problems Westie, but being a touch on the shy side, itmight take a coouple of vodkas, and I need someone to sit on ma knee, Tam where ur ye :D

:(

Can be provided I'm sure

bit on the shy side indeed!

Another my Nana sang, and I'm sure I have posted on the forum before was

When it's night-time in Italy it's Wednesday over here.

All the onions in Sicily make people cry in California.

Why does thefly flyfly

Why does the bee, sit down totake it's tea

If you talk to an Eskimo his breath will freeze your ear.

When it's night-time in Italy it's Wednesday over here.

:D If ye have I don't remember it! That one is totally bonkers really, intit?

Songs I remember singing to play ropes or peever were

The wind, the wind the wind blows high

The rain comes scattering down the sky

He is handsome

She is pretty

He is the boy from London city

She is the girl, shout 1,2,3

Pray tell me who is he?

and

The big ship sails on the alley alley oh

The alley alley oh, the alley alley oh

The big ship sails on the alley alley oh

On the last day of September.

The captain said it will never never do

Never never do, never never do.

The captain said it will never never do

On the last day of September.

The big ship sank to the bottom of the sea

The bottom of the sea, the bottom of the sea.

The big ship sank to the bottom of the sea

On the last day of September.

Yep - I remember both of them. We sang Belfast city though. Reads a lot like the folkie standard I'll Tell Me Ma, but the playground song was a totally different tune, wasn't it?

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Jump Rope Song:

Not last night but the night before

tommyknockers came knockin at my door

They stole my watch and they stole my ring

and then they all began to sing

"Policeman, policeman, do your duty here comes (name) the American beauty!

She can wiggle; She can wobble;

She can do the split;

but she can't wear her dresses above her hips!"

At our school in Glasgow about 1964 it went;

Not last night but the night before

Three wee monkeys came to the door

One with a whistle

One with a drum

And one with a pancake stuck to his bum

1..2..3........... :D

WTFF? LOL!

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.....an' whit the hell wur they aboot?

Ah kin mind loadsy songs fae mah childhood that wur popyoolur et the time, but oan reflekshin, made nae sense ataw.

Here's a few - ony kinna eksplanayshin wid be maist welcome:

Kiltie Kiltie coal bum,

three stairs up,

the wuman in the middle door,

hut him wi' a cup.

Peasy, JJ :D you just need to convert it into Parliamo Glasgow;

<Cue Stanley Baxter in posh mode>

A person wearing traditional Scottish dress, and domiciled on the third floor of a typically Glaswegian edifice, suffers terribly from lack of heat in his nether regions.

The lady who dwells in the third floor apartment, that is neither to the left or to the right of the stairway within said edifice, when requested by her neighbour to assist in the warming of his nether regions, instead assaults him with a behandled drinking implement in order to chastise him.

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At our school in Glasgow about 1964 it went;

Not last night but the night before

Three wee monkeys came to the door

One with a whistle

One with a drum

And one with a pancake stuck to his bum

1..2..3........... :D

WTFF? LOL!

I'm sure the words of all these songs mutated through the years. Children are pretty used to things not making sense. lol

Pancake on his bum. :(

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JJ. I thought it was.

"Kiltie, Kitie cauld bum" :D

D'ye know Pat, ah rekkon yoor vershin is probly right. Never thot aboot it bein, "cauld" bum afore, but it makes mair sense than "coal" bum.

An as fur this:

Peasy, JJ :( you just need to convert it into Parliamo Glasgow;

<Cue Stanley Baxter in posh mode>

A person wearing traditional Scottish dress, and domiciled on the third floor of a typically Glaswegian edifice, suffers terribly from lack of heat in his nether regions.

The lady who dwells in the third floor apartment, that is neither to the left or to the right of the stairway within said edifice, when requested by her neighbour to assist in the warming of his nether regions, instead assaults him with a behandled drinking implement in order to chastise him.

Brillyint Rolo. Did ye fone Stanley fur that translayshin, ur did ye transcribe it yersel? Awfy well done eethur wiy.

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Luks like ye wur right enuff Pat. If Oor Wullie says yer right, then ye must be:

http://www.thatsbraw.co.uk/Oor%20Wullie/Oo...y_cauld_bum.htm

What about Wee Wullie:

Wee Wullie Winkie running through the toon

Upstairs and doonstairs and his nightie goon

Lookin' through the windows

Cryin' through the locks

Are aw' the bairnies in thir beds

It's past eight o' clock.

Rolo, whit a laugh wi' that translation.

I think yie must have a put on accent. :D

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Ma grannie used tae sing tae me a song aboot

sailin upra clyde, wae a lassie by ma side

A coupla years ago we wurr at a folk night and ra guy singing it(forget his name but he's frae fife and kwite famous seemingly) sang it , ah hidate goo ootside tae dry ma eyes and pull maself ra githur

Fur sum reason it jist hit me, even though ah hudane herd it since a wizza wean

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Ma grannie used tae sing tae me a song aboot

sailin upra clyde, wae a lassie by ma side

A coupla years ago we wurr at a folk night and ra guy singing it(forget his name but he's frae fife and kwite famous seemingly) sang it , ah hidate goo ootside tae dry ma eyes and pull maself ra githur

Fur sum reason it jist hit me, even though ah hudane herd it since a wizza wean

Awww...no that ah want tae mek ye cry Nota...but it's 'Roamin in the Gloamin' (Harry Lauder) :(

http://uk.youtube.com/watch?v=ZqYtmeChUxg

Ma granny sang it annaw :D

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OK, all together now.....

OH

YE

Cannae fling pieces outta twenty-storey flat

Seven hundred hungry weans'll testify to that

If it's butter, cheese or jeely

If your breid is plain or pan

The odds against it reaching earth are ninety-nine tae wan

:D

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As Stanley might have said,

"What disciplinary measures shall be implemented towards members of the sea-faring community who over-imbibe on alcoholic beverages?'

Too late, even that one's been pee-cee'd....

http://news.bbc.co.uk/1/hi/education/7860869.stm

But the new vershun discriminates and puts a nefarious label on Somali sea-farers who work in

the ancient art of the seas "black economy" (kin ye say that, aboot Africa)

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OK, all together now.....

OH

YE

Cannae fling pieces outta twenty-storey flat

Seven hundred hungry weans'll testify to that

If it's butter, cheese or jeely

If your breid is plain or pan

The odds against it reaching earth are ninety-nine tae wan

:D

I was a grown up when that wan came oot, Rolo. :(

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