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My parents were Irish, they came over to England in 1940 and settled in Kennington SE London where I was born. My dad used to sing 'Doing the Lambeth Walk'....He always called me his little Lambeth Girl.

My Dad was a great singer and there was always music in our house

He used to sing Barefoot Days I still remeber it

Barefooot Days when we were just a couple of kids
Barefoot Days oh boy the things we did
We'd go down to a shady Nook
With a bent pin for a hook
We'd fish all day, we;d fish all night
But the dog garn fish refused to bite
Then we'd slide down someone's cellar door
Slide and slide 'till our pants were torn
we'd toddle of home, get put to bed
My momma got busy with the needle and thread
Oh Boy what joy we had in barefoot days

Then there was another that was so sad that he sang to us

Little Boy that Santa Clause forgot

Little Boy that Santa Clause forgot
And Goodness knows he didn't want a lot
He wrote a note to Santa
For some soldiers and a drum
It broke his little heart
when he found Santa hadn't come
In the streets he envied all those lucky boys
And wandered home to last years broken toys
I'm so sorry for that laddie
He hasn't got a Daddy
He's just the little boy that Santa Caluse forgot.


I could think of heaps and heaps but will let someone else have a go

Regards
Jackie

My mum used to sing to me.

Tiny tears tiny tears
your my very own baby
mummys here
daddy to
singing you a lullaby

It used to make me cry but i don't remember why.

I remember was I was 5 and very ill with pneumonia. I wanted Mum, Dad and Grandparents to sing:

Let the lower lights be burning
Send the gleam across the bay .........

you know the hymn...

Anyway, being ill and young, I obviously hadn't described properly what I wanted and they would keep singing

We were sailing along
On moonlight bay .... etc, the old song



They, apparently, were cheered by my fighting spirit.


Good thread. keep it going
LW

i dont member
but i know what mum used to sing to daughter and son,

"well keep a welcome in the hill side,"

daughter used to sing it too as toddler, thought it just for her cos our row of houses was called hillside,
so she would sing (in suppermarket) well keep a welcome in 2 hillside, as shes grown up and we come back to wales i recently heard a copy of it in her car sung by a male voice choir

"que sera sera" by doris day, was another, and now son hears that on football chanting

Not a song...but I remember my Dad reciting a crazy Alphabet

A....for horses (hay for horses)
B....for mutton ( beef or mutton )
etc.

Can't remember it all now.

Gwyn

It really difficult when you "claim" to be Welsh & have the vocal skills of an elephant. One funeral recently my friend & I decided we would both sing; "Abide with Me" never sound quite like the result!

Impossible! CC absolutely impossible to sing worse than my Dad (bless him)

I got my voice from him, I have to mime in assembly! Very difficult when you're Welsh!

CC does he sing it as badly as my Dad?

Then their's Dad's idea of a bedtime lullaby which I have threatened to play at his funeral if I out live him!

Ying tong ying tong
Ying tong ying tong
Ying tong iddle I po
Ying tong ying tong
Ying tong iddle I po
Iddle I po.

Note Dad's more than happy with the idea

My FIL used to sing this Irish ditty to my children when they were small

My aunt Jane
she called me in
She gave me tea,
out of her wee tin
Half a penny bun
with suger on the top
three black lumps
out of her wee Shop


Susan
x

My mother used to singto me = Poor little Joe, and the Little match girl. both songs about orphans who were found dead in the snow, I used to listen and cry and say sing it again mummy, talk about morbid.

You canny throw your granny off the bus..
You canny throw your granny off the bus
Oh you canny throw your granny
Coz she's your mammy's mammy.
You canny throw your granny off the bus

Taught to me by my "Aunt" from Scotland & to this day I still sing it (badly) with a Welsh/Glasgow accent.

Now know who the "aunt" is really 1st cousin twice removed

My Dad used to sing to me...

I love you a bushel and a peck
A bushel and a peck
And a hug around the neck

or something like that...

And my Nanna used to sing to me...

It was on a Monday morning
When I beheld my Darling
She looked so sweet and charming
In every high degree
She looked so sweet and nimble Oh
Sitting on her Thimble Oh
Dashing away with her smoothing iron
Dashing away with her smoothing iron
She stole my heart away

Sorry if I got a few words wrong .... it was a long time ago lol

Gaynor :-)

I can still remember some hymns and haven`t been at church for years!!
Ros xx

The thread called 'songs that were sung to you that made you cry' got me thinking... none made me cry but I remember a few that were sung to me that you just don't hear anyore.....

Do you remember any that were sung to you?

Here goes...