I've been feeling very nostalgic and remembering the words to songs I learnt at school. I was just wondering which were your favourites when you were younger? I'd have to choose Michael Finnegan or The lady who swallowed a fly.
Ooh, good thread. I always quite liked 'Morning Has Broken'. I hated singing hymns at achool, and I hated having to sit on a cold hard floor and being forced to pray to my hands - so I always refused to do it. But that song was always very beautiful, and it was one of my favourite ones to murder with my singing voice....
I always remember the song that went.. Happy talkin talkin happy taaaaaalk talking about things you like to dooooooooo if you dont have a dream Or something like that and also someone singing about putting his old blue jeans on haha classics
Haha, I actually have a nursey rhymes album in my collection. It was only last year I bought it! Favourites include; 'The Grand Old Duke of York' and that 'Bicycle Made For Two' one "Daisy! Daisy! Give me your answer do, I'm half-crazy, oh for the love of you, It wont be a stylish marriage, I can't afford a carriage, But you'll look sweet, upon the seat, Of a bicycle made for two"
"My old man said follow the van, And don't dilly dally on the way! But I dillied and dallied And shillied and shallied Something something something something!" Anyone remember that? And "Any old iron, Any old iron, Any any any old iron!"
Ooooo I remember I wouldn't go to sleep unless my dad sang a song that he made up called "3 Blind Jellyfish". It will be passed down for generations and generations 3 Blind Jellyfish 3 Blind Jelllllllllyfish Sitting on a rock ONE FELL OFF!!! Awwwwwwww 2 Blind Jellyfish.... etc etc etc and so on!
I remember the songs we sang to the games we played in the street, which we carried over into the playground. Here goes. The big ship sails through the alley, alley o, In and out the dusty bluebells, The farmer's in his den, Oranges and lemons say the bells of St. Clements and Ring a ring o roses. I suppose there were others, but these were favourites.
A childhood and a local song here, 'The Blaydon Races' Aw went te Blaydon Races, 'twas on the neenth o' Joon, Eighteen Hundred and Sixty Two, on a summer's afternoon, Aw teuk the bus frae Balmbra's an' she was heavy laden, Away we went alang Collingwood Street, Thats on the road to Blaydon. Oh me lads ye shud a' seen us gannin', Passin' the folks upon the road, Just as they were stannin' Thor wes lots o' lads and lasses there, All wi' smilin' faces, Gannin' alang the Scotswood Road Te' see the Blaydon Races. We went past Armstrong's factory, and up te the `Robin Adair', Just gannin' doon te' the railway bridge, The bus wheel flew off there. The lasses lost their crinolines off, An' the veils that hide their faces. An' aw got two black eyes and a broken nose In gan te Blaydon Races. When we gat the wheel put on away we went agyen, But them that got their noses broke, they cam' back ower hyem. Some went te the dispensary, an' others te' Doctor Gibb's, An' some sought oot the infirmary to mend their broken ribs. Noo when we gat te Paradise thor wes bonny game begun, Thor wes fower and twenty on the bus, Man hoo they danced and sung They called on me to sing a sang, aw sung them `Paddy Fagan' Aw danced a jig and swung me twig, That day aw went te Blaydon. We flew across the Chine Bridge reet into Blaydon toon The bellman he was callin' there- they call him Jacky Broon, Aw saw him talkin' te some chaps, an them he wes persuadin' Te' gan an' see Geordie Ridley's concert, In the Mechanic's Hall at Blaydon. The rain it poor'd doon aal the day an' myed the groond quite muddy, Coffy Johnny had a white hat on, They were shootin' "whe stole the cuddy ?" There wes spice staals an' monkey shows, an' aad wives sellin' ciders, an' a chep wiv a hapeeny roondaboot, shootin "now me boys", for riders. Those Geordie's, ay?
