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My dear mum used to rock me to sleep with:

Sweetest little fellow,
ev'rybody knows,
don't know what to call him,
but he's mighty like a rose.

Curly headed babbie,
eyes a-shining blue,
makes you think that Heaven,
is coming down to you.



Aahh......

My grandad used to sing, well not a song as such but a rhyme

Oh Mary I dont feel well
Give me a noggin o whisky
Two pork chops
A fried egg
And Ill try and get it down without rounds of bread
Oh Mary I dont feel well

Marilyn

My friend would always sing

Where ere I go I take my Po
and a little bit of last nights echo
and when I've done I wipe my bum
in a little bit of last nights echo

she taught it to all my children , it was quite embarrassing when they sang it in the middle of a crowded bus

Pam xx

My mam used to sing:
I love a Lassie, a bonny bonny Lassie,
She's as sweet as the heather in the dell
She's as sweet as the heather, the bonny purple heather.
Mary, my scotch bluebell

To me as a child, she sang it just as tunelessly to my 2 girls, the elder is called Heather so she always thought the song was about her.

Wow..................was reading through your songs when the words 'golden slumbers' came into my mind. Sat and thought about it a while, and think I have the words right, of what my mother used to sing to me.

Golden slumber kiss your eyes,
Smiles await you when you rise.
Sleep,
pretty baby,
Do not cry,
And I'll sing you a lullaby.

Care you know not,
Therefore sleep,
While I o'er you watch do keep.
Sleep,
pretty darling,
Do not cry,
And I will sing a lullaby

Norah

I don't actually remember Mum singing to me only Dad and Nanna but I do remember that at bedtime she would say a poem which was...

The Sooteries are quiet now
And Sooty's going to bed
Upon his little pillow
He lays his sleepy head
But just before he goes to sleep
He weaves a magic spell
Magic! Magic! everyone
And off to bed aswell!
So if you're feeling sleepy
And can't hold up your head
It's Sooty's magic working
So off you go to bed!

I love you Mum
Gaynor :-) xxx

Carol in Dulwich,
Oh how I remember "Little Boy you've had a busy day"
"The little boy that Santa Claus forgot"
There were a lot of sad songs then that always brought tears to my eyes,and they all went on verse after verse.
The days long before TV,when I visited my gran and we sat in the firelight in her cosy living room,singing all the old songs.
Anyone remember all the words for "Little Old Lady passing by,catching everyone's eye"

At New Year we would sing...."The log was burning brightly,twas a night that would banish all sin,
for the bells were ringing the Old year out and the New Year in"

There were so many,and my gran knew all the words.
Brenda x x

my songs were:

Yaw baibee 'as gorn darn the plug-ole.

(for anyone without a London accent, 'your baby has gone down the plug hole!! lol.)

nan used to sing 'scarlet ribbons' to mum when she was tiny, it makes mum cry now bless her.
L x

My mum used to play the piano and sing when we were littel.

She OFTEN SANG;
THE LITTLE BOY THAT SANTA CLAUS FORGOT

I used to satnd at the side of the piano... tears drowning me, and sobbing as loud as she was singing......

when she finished, I used to cry.. singgg it... a... agaiinnn, mummy.... ?
I was so soft..... ;-0)

Deanna X

I remember this being sung when I was a child

MY CURLY HEADED BABY

Oh, my baby, my curly headed baby,
We'll sit below the sky and sing a song to the moo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oon.
Oh, my baby, my curly headed baby,
Your daddy's in the cotton fields a-workin' late and soo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oon.

So lulla lulla lulla lulla bye bye
Does you want the moon to play with
Or the stars to run away with?
They'll come if you don't cry.
So lulla lulla lulla lulla bye bye
In your mammy's arms be creepin'
And soon you'll be a-sleepin'
Lulla lulla lulla lulla lulla bye.

Oh, my baby, my curly headed baby,
I'll sing you fast asleep and love you so as I sing.
Oh, my baby, my curly headed baby,
Just tuck your head like little bird beneath its mammy's wing.

So lulla lulla lulla lulla bye bye
Does you want the moon to play with
Or the stars to run away with?
They'll come if you don't cry.
So lulla lulla lulla lulla bye bye
In your mammy's arms be creepin'
And soon you'll be a-sleepin'
Lulla lulla lulla lulla lulla bye.


Sung by Paul Robeson
From the film 'Big Fella' (1937)

Too- ra- loo- ra irish lullaby.
Was sang to us by mum.

Skye boat song, or Coulters Candy.
Both good Scottish songs

xx

That reminded me Susan, my Mum used to sing that to us and I sang it to my baby Grandson last week....

Dance to your daddy, my little laddie
Dance to your daddy, my little man
Thou should have a fish and thou should have a fin
Thou should have a cuddling when the boat comes in
Thou should have a haddock baked in a pan
Dance to your daddy, my little man
When thou art a man and come to take a wife
Thou should wed a lass and love her all your life
She should be your lass and thou should be her man
Dance to your daddy, my little man

or

Dance to your Daddy
My little Laddie
Dance to your Daddy
My little Lamb
Thou shall have a fishy
in a little dishy
thou shall have a fishy
When the boat comes in

Don't ask me where this one came from!

Come, come, come!
Remember you're a plum!
Never start a-worrying if things look glum.
No matter what the weather
Plums will always stick together.
Come, come, come;
Remember - you're a plum!


Joanna

From my Mum.....

Bee Baw Babbity, Babbity, Babbity,
Bee Baw Babbity, a laddie or a lassie,

I windna hae a lassie-o, a lassie-o, a lassie-o,
I windna hae a lassie-o,
I'd rather hae a wee laddie....

Bee Baw Babbity, Babbity, Babbity,
Bee Baw Babbity, a laddie or a lassie,
I windna hae a laddie-o, a laddie-o, a laddie-o,
I windna hae a laddie-o,
I'd rather hae a wee lassie...

2 little girls in blue ,lad
2 little girls in blue
they were sisters,we were brothers
and learnt to love them true

then 1 little girl in blue,lad
won your fathers heart
became your mother
I married the other
but now we have drifted apart.




another one was:-
Mammy had a b,b,b,b,baby
made of fish and t,t,t,t,tatey
mammy had a b,b,b,b,baby
just like you

she wrapped him up in c,c,c,c,calico
sent him off to j,j,j,j,jericho
mammy had a b,b,b,b,baby
just like you

love Bunny xx

Now on to the fifth generation & sung as a lullaby either of Scottish or Irish origin
"Poor wee soul,
I'm sure ye mun be cold
Tak her(Him if a boy) on your knee a while
Row him in your shawl.
Row him in your plaidie
he's gone to wedge ba's
And bantam cocks though weary
Can still cock-a leerie-oh.
It' was sung as a lullaby by my Mother's Granny to her .
"when i was young & in my day I thought ]
I'd go to sea,
I climbed aborad a chinese junk that was bound for the Yellow Sea,
A chinese duke came up to me
He thought he was a swell,
He said if I should tell a lie he'd put me on to boil
He tumbled me right over
And into the pot to boil
And as the pot was boiling he was singing all the while
"Oh atchy-batchy I J Jigoro Humbo salo lekkoo
Sle sle sle I o come to the chinese super o."

My Children also liked this!


Me & Little Andy


Late one cold and stormy night I heard a dog a’ barkin’
Then I thought I heard somebody at my door a’ knockin’
I wondered who could be outdide in such an awful storm
Then I saw a little girl with a puppy in her arms
Before I could say a word she said, ’my name is sandy
And this here is my puppy dog, it’s name is little andy’
Standing in the bitter cold in just a ragged dress
Then I asked her to come in and this is what she said

Chorus:

Ain’t ya got no gingerbread
Ain’t ya got no candy
Ain’t ya got an extra bed for me and little andy
Patty cake and bakersman
My mommy ran away again
And we was all alone and didn’t know what else to do
I wonder if you’ll let us stay with you

Giddy up trotty horse, going to the mill
Can we stay all night
If you don’t love us no one will
I promise we won’t cry
London bridge is fallin’ down
My daddy’s drunk again in town
And we was all alone and didn’t what we could do
I wonder if you’ll let us stay with you

She was just a little girl, not more than six or seven
But that night as they slept the angels took them both to heaven
God knew little andy would be lonesome with her gone
Now sandy and her puppy dog won’t ever be alone

Ain’t ya got no gingerbread
Ain’t ya got no candy
Ain’t ya got an extra bed for me and little (whispers) andy

My dear mum always sang this song to me and I passed it on to my children, they still ask me the lyrics, it's called

Little man, you've had a busy day

Evenin' breezes sighin', moon is in the sky
Little man, it's time for bed
Daddy's little hero is tired and wants to cry
Now, come along and rest your weary head

Little man, you're cryin', I know why you're blue
Someone took your kiddy-car away
You better go to sleep now
Little man, you've had a busy day

Johnny won your marbles, tell you what we'll do
Dad'll get you new ones right away
Better go to sleep now
Little man, you've had a busy day

You've been playin' soldier, the battle has been won
The enemy is out of sight
Come along there soldier, put away your gun
The war is over for tonight

Time to stop your schemin', time your day was through
Can't you hear the bugle softly say
Time you should be dreamin'
Little man, you've had a busy day

Little man, you're cryin', I know why you're blue
Someone took your kiddy-car away
You better go to sleep now
Little man, you've had a busy day

Johnny won your marbles, I know, I tell you what we'll do
Dad'll get you new ones right away
Better go to sleep now
Little man, you've had a busy day

You've been playin' soldier, the battle has been won
The enemy is out of sight
Come along there soldier, put away your gun
The war is over for tonight

Time to stop your schemin', time your day was through
Can't you hear the bugle softly say
Time you should be dreamin'
Little man, you've had a busy day.

The other song mum sang was......He's the little boy that Santa Claus forgot, it used to make me so sad!

He's the little boy that Santa Claus forgot,
And goodness knows, he didn't want a lot.


He sent a note to Santa
For some soldiers and a drum,
It broke his little heart
When he found Santa hadn't come.


In the street he envies all those lucky boys,
Then wanders home to last year's broken toys.
I'm so sorry for that laddie,
He hasn't got a daddy,
The little boy that Santa Claus forgot.


Spoken:
(You know, Christmas comes but once a year for every girl and boy,
The laughter and the joy they find in each brand new toy.
I'll tell you of a little boy that lives across the way...
This little fella's Christmas is just another day.
He's the little boy that Santa Claus forgot,
And goodness knows, he didn't want a lot.)


In the street he envies all those lucky boys,
Then wanders home to last year's broken toys.
I'm so sorry for that laddie,
He hasn't got a daddy,
The little boy that Santa Claus forgot.