More recollected songs from my childhood. We had a
radio wirelesssee comments in the “front room”(but see ‘thinking’, below) that we used to listen to every evening. It was an ornate object with a dial with all the world’s broadcasters – can’t recall many but Hilversum (a Dutch town, I think) rings a bell and of course there was crackly Luxembourg 208. The Beeb had a virtual monopoly apart from these distant places – Oh there was AFN* too. Don’t talk to me about Larry the Lamb and his mates at Toytown; I hated ’em.
(Thinking: The “front room” became my maternal grandmother’s exclusive bailiwick for most of the time at Lismore Road. We inhabited “the (back) room”.)
*American Forces Network.
The Whitewash on the Wall
Recall this from waaaaaayback. Apparently “the colonel’s daughter” was replaced by “your dirty daughter” if officers were present.
Oh wash me in the water that you washed the colonel’s daughter in,
Albert and the Lion
Ye Canna Shove Yer Granny
I’d forgotten this until I came across it t’other day while romping round the web. There are a few more verses but I didn’t know them.
O ye canna shove yer Granny aff a bus,
Ye can shove yer ither Granny aff a bus.
The Bells of Hell
Never understood this – insinuates I’m going to heaven and you’re not. What’s that all about then?
The bells of hell go ting-a-ling-a-ling,
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16th May 2014
Round Lady Lee Reserve and back to the pond. The swan was on the nest. Back down at the pond three Polish(?) lads asked to be snapped.
I presume that teasels get some benefit from consuming vicariously the insects that die in the water collecting at the leaf junctions. Couldn’t get a piccy – wrong lens.