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my gran used to sing up in Scotland Oh! ye canny shove yer grannie off the bus Oh! ye canny shove yer grannie off the bus For shes' your mammay's mammy Ye canny shove yer grannny Ye canny shove yer granny off the bus and an old war one (Scottish again) In my wee gas mask I working oot a plan Yet all the folks imagine I'm just a bogey man The girls all smile and bring their friends to see The finest looking warden in the ARP(?) When theres a raid on listen to them cry An airoplane an airoplane away up a kye Here we go helter skelter but dinney run after me Ye'll no get in my shelter for its far too wee. Norah

Annie V - my Granny used to sing Hinky Pinky Parlez-Vous!! I bet she didn't know what it meant though (she thought Hinge and Bracket were REAL 'laydees'!!!).

My Nanna used to sing to us 'Keep right on to the end of the Road' and 'Blaydon Races'. I used to be able to sing along, but can't remember half the words now. Someone mentioned a grandparent singing You Are My Sunshine. Well apparently I was taught that song by my parents when very small and used to sing it to them !!

1938 Performer Guy Lombardo Title Little Lady Make Believe Dressed up in a gown that trails on the floor, In a picture hat that mommy wore, Living in a world that you never saw My little lady make believe What a pair of gloves, the fingers don't meet, Posing in a glass, your joy is complete, My little lady make believe. In your little arms the doll you enfold, Means the world and all to you, But you could never love the doll that you hold, Half as much as I love you dear, Dream your little dreams and may they come true, May the coming year bring happiness too, All my future dreams are wrapped up in you My little lady make believe

Little Brown Jug as sung by my (Canadian) Dad whose Grandad had sung it to him. Ha, ha, ha, you and me, Little brown jug, don't I love thee! Ha, ha, ha, you and me, Little brown jug, don't I love thee! When I go toiling on the farm I take the little jug under my arm; Place it under a shady tree, Little brown jug,'tis you and me. Ha, ha, ha, you and me, Little brown jug, don't I love thee! Ha, ha, ha, you and me, Little brown jug, don't I love thee! If I'd a cow that gave such milk, I'd clothe her in the finest silk I'd feed her on the choicest hay, And milk her forty times a day. Ha, ha, ha, you and me, Little brown jug, don't I love thee! Ha, ha, ha, you and me, Little brown jug, don't I love thee! My English Grandad used to sing........ It's a long way to Tipperary Up to mighty London came An Irish lad one day, All the streets were paved with gold, So everyone was gay! Singing songs of Piccadilly, Strand, and Leicester Square, 'Til Paddy got excited and He shouted to them there: It's a long way to Tipperary, It's a long way to go. It's a long way to Tipperary To the sweetest girl I know! Goodbye Piccadilly, Farewell Leicester Square! It's a long long way to Tipperary, But my heart's right there. Paddy wrote a letter To his Irish Molly O', Saying, 'Should you not receive it, Write and let me know! If I make mistakes in 'spelling', Molly dear', said he, 'Remember it's the pen, that's bad, Don't lay the blame on me'. It's a long way to Tipperary, It's a long way to go. It's a long way to Tipperary To the sweetest girl I know! Goodbye Piccadilly, Farewell Leicester Square, It's a long long way to Tipperary, But my heart's right there. Molly wrote a neat reply To Irish Paddy O', Saying, 'Mike Maloney wants To marry me, and so Leave the Strand and Piccadilly, Or you'll be to blame, For love has fairly drove me silly, Hoping you're the same!' It's a long way to Tipperary, It's a long way to go. It's a long way to Tipperary To the sweetest girl I know! Goodbye Piccadilly, Farewell Leicester Square, It's a long long way to Tipperary, But my heart's right there. And my English Grandmother sang....... When the red red robin, Comes bob-bob bobbin' along, along, There'll be no more sobbin' When he starts throbbin' his own sweet song. Wake up, wake up, you sleepy-head, Get up, get up, get out of bed, Cheer up, cheer up the sun is red Live, love, laugh and be happy. What if I've been blue Now I'm walkin' thro' fields of flowers, Rain may glisten but still I'll listen for hours and hours, I'm just a kid again, Doing what I did again, Singing a song, When the red red robin Comes bob-bob-bobbin' along. and......... Pack up all your care and woe Here I go, Singing low, Bye-Bye Blackbird. Where somebody waits for me, Sugar's sweet, So is she, Bye-Bye Blackbird. No one here can love And understand me, Oh, what hard-luck stories They all hand me. Make my bed And light the light, I'll arrive late tonight, Black Bird, Bye-Bye. Such happy memories Sue xx

Can any one remember the one about a child been given half a crown to stop playing gooseberry to a courting couple (and clear off)? It went something like 'There I was they've given me half a crown.....................blah blah high fiddeley' No prize available but you'll keep me sane. My Granny used to play it on the piano. Jacquie

Hi Germaine Your quite welcome for the extra words My Grandad and my Dad always sang this to us when we were kids. It's funny but I forget a lot of things now I am a Senior Citizen but words to songs always seem to stick with me. I really don't know why. Sorry Germaine I think I called you Guinivere earlier See what I mean about Senior Moments lol Forget my head if it was loose. Have a nice day Regards Jackie

Jackie at last someone who knows some more words. I used to love this (Mr Moon) and we sang it too our little Joe everynight. But then he started to cry when we sang it we weren't sure if he didn't want to go to sleep or not say goodnight to Mr Moon. I can still hear my Mum singing it. Thanks for the extra words. Germaine x

Apologies to Guinevere and Nanna I really must check all the messages before I type mine out. Just realised you have already done two of the songs. So sorry Kindest Regards Jackie p.s The second line to KKKKK Katie is Beautiful Katie

Three songs that spring to mind are The first two always made me cry I always think of them around Christmas. 1. LITTLE BOY THAT SANTA CLAUSE FORGOT He's the 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 Clause forgot ____________________________________________ 2. I’M SENDING A LETTER TO SANTA CLAUS I met a little fellow with a letter in his hand He asked me if I’d post it in the box for Fairyland I slipped it in the mailbox for that little curly head It seemed to make him very happy as he smiled, and said I’m sending a letter to Santa Claus My letter I hope he’ll receive Oh, I wonder if he will please remember me When he calls on Christmas Eve ^He’ll get a lot of letters for playthings >From other girls and boys But I want my soldier daddy He’s better than all the toys And so I’m sending my letter to Santa Claus To bring daddy safely home to me (Rep from ^) ____________________________________________ This one I still sing to my Grandchildren 3. GOODNIGHT MR. MOON Chorus Goodnight Mr. Moon It is time for us to leave you Goodnight Mr. Moon Come again to see me soon And when I'm a sleep Throught the window pane you'll creep I wake up and call out Goodnight Mr. Moon Mr moon who shines so bright Through the window pane at night Won't you kindly tell us pray Where you go to in the day In your starry nest Do you ever rest Repeat Chorus ____________________________________________ Happy Memories Kindest Regards Jackie

Don't remember my Gran ever singing to me. Grandad was tone deaf and the only song he ever sang was one he made up. Sadly I can't remeber al the words but it was about him fishing and ended. All the way from the Dogger Bank to the Jubilee (Jubilee being where they docked thier boats.) One my Mum used to sing and has gone down to my grandchildren now is. Good night Mr Moon Good night Mr Moon We will have to go and leave you, Good night Mr Moon Come again and see us soon, And when we are asleep through the window pane just peep We'll wake up and call out Goodnight Mr Moon. Do the fairies dance at night in their fairy glen Mummy says they often do so I guess it must be true In your starry nest do you ever rest. Good night Mr Moon ----- I haven't been able to find the words to this so don't know if there are any more. Has anyone ever heard it. Germaine x

Sonny Boy (sung from memory so words may be wrong!) Climb upon my knee Sonny Boy Though you're only three Sonny Boy You've no way of knowing I've no way of showing What you mean to me Sonny Boy When there are grey skies I dont mind the grey skies You make them blue...Sonny Boy Friends make forsake me Let them all forsake me I'll still have you..Sonny Boy You came from Heaven And I know know your worth I found my Heaven right here on earth The angels they were lonely They took you because they were lonely Now I'm lonely toooooooo Sonnnnnny Boyyyyyyy (sob sob)

Mandy....another verse to Blackbird that I remember... His parents they chide me and will not agree That me and my sailor boy married should be But let them deride and say what they will While theres breath in my bodyyyyyyy Hes the one I love stilllll My Grandma used to sing that one

Thank you Hippo Fan for Albert and the Lion - I can't remember it being that long - maybe it was all too much to remember and I got the abridged version. I seem to remember it on the radio too - spoken with a Lancashire?Yorkshire accent, and it was great. I also remember Puff the Magic Dragon, and it can still make me cry - poor old Puff.

Have very few recollections of my grandmother - but the one I can always picture in my mind is her singing McNamaras Band one Christmas when she stayed with us. My name is MacNamara, I'm the leader of a band, And though we're small in number, We're the best in all the land. Of course l'm the conductor And l've often had to play With all the fine musicians That you read about today. Oh! The drums go bang And the crystals clang, And the horns they blaze away; Macarthy puffs the ould bassoon, Doyle (And I) the pipes does play. Hennessey tuteily tootles the flute, The music is something grand, And a credit to ould Ireland's boys Is MacNamara's Band. Whenever an election's on We play on either side, And the way we play the fine ould airs Fills every heart with pride. If dear Tom Moore was living now He'd make them understand That none can do him justice Like ould MacNamara's Band. We play for fairs or weddings And for every County Ball, And at any great man's funeral We play 'The Dead March in Saul.' When General Grant to Ireland came He shook me by the hand, And said he never heard the like Of ould MacNamara's Band. Just now we are practicing For a very grand affair, It's an annual celebration, All the gentry will be there. The girls and boys will all turn out With flags and colours grand, And in front of the procession Will be MacNamara's Band.

Hi, My Welsh grandparents used to sing two songs to try and lull me to sleep. One was Gwyneth Gwyn but I can't find the lyrics. This was the other one- Pa ham mae dicter, O Myfanwy, Yn llenwi'th lygaid duon ddi? A'th ruddiau tirion, O Myfanwy, Heb wrido wrth fy ngweled i? Pa le mae'r wen oedd ar dy wefus Fu'n cynnau 'nghariad ffyddlon ffol? Pa le mae sain dy eiriau melys, Fu'n denu'n nghalon ar dy ôl? Pa beth a wneuthym, O Myfanwy, I haeddu gwg dy ddwyrudd hardd? Ai chwarae oeddit, O Myfanwy  thanau euraidd serch dy fardd? Wyt eiddo im drwy gywir amod Ai gormod cadw'th air i mi? Ni cheisiaf fyth mo'th law, Myfanwy, Heb gael dy galon gyda hi. Myfanwy boed yr holl o'th fywyd Dan heulwen disglair canol dydd. A boed i rosyn gwridog ienctid I ddawnsio ganmlwydd ar dy rudd. Aug hofiar oll o'th add ewidion A wnest i rywun, 'ngeneth ddel, A rho dy law, Myfanwy dirion I ddim ond dweud y gair 'Ffarwel'. Llef or Deus Salutis. I still get chills when I hear it sung by a Welsh Male voice choir. Gwynne

Can always remember :)) Bobby Shaftoe's gone to sea, with silver buckles on his knee, when he comes back, he'll marry me, bonny Bobby Shaftoe. Sam, Sam, dirty old man, washed his face in the frying pan, combed his hair, with the leg of the chair, ???????(can't remember!)

My grandad was caller Ernie so of course someone bought him the record and everyone used to sing it to him. :o) My mum used to sing most of the already mentioned. My dad's speciality was 'I know an old lady who swallowed a fly'. Claire xx

My Mom sang this to my cousins, to me and then my children was: There's a little boy that Santa Claus forgot, And though he didn't really want a lot, He wrote a note to Santa for a Soldier and a gun, And broke his little heart when he found Santa hadn't come. In the streets he envied all those lucky boys And wondered home to last years broken toys, I feel so sorry for that laddy, he hadn't got a Daddy, The little boy that Santa Claus forgot. Nanna

I.... don't know.. anyneeee wayyy I could repa.a.y Pal of my cra...dle Da....ys!! Oh sob sob (at my singing as well as the memories!)