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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...

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

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 :-)

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 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.

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

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

CC does he sing it as badly as my Dad?

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!

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!

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

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

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

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.

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 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 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.

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

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."

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