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The only thing I remember a grandparent singing to me was: Ha ha ha, hee hee hee, little brown jug won't you love me,

As a spin off of Terence's light hearted thread about The Ilkley Moor bar tat thread earlier - what songs your Grandparents used to like to sing you were your favourites. Here's One;- The Church by Fred W Leigh I'm in a nice bit of trouble, I confess; Somebody with me has had a game. I should by now be a proud and happy bride, But I've still got to keep my single name. I was proposed to by Obadiah Binks In a very gentlemanly way; Lent him all my money So that he could buy a home, And punctually at twelve o'clock to-day- Chorus: There was I, waiting at the church, Waiting at the church, waiting at the church; When I found he'd left me in the lurch. Lor, how it did upset me! All at once, he sent me round a note Here's the very note, this is what he wrote: 'Can't get away to marry you today, My wife, won't let me!' Lor, what a fuss Obadiah made of me When he used to take me in the park! He used to squeeze me till I was black and blue, When he kissed me he used to leave a mark. Each time he met me he treated me to port, Took me now and then to see the play; Understand me rightly, When I say he treated me, It wasn't him but me that used to pay. Just think how disappointed I must feel, I'll be off me crumpet very soon. I've lost my husband - the one I never had! And I dreamed so about the honeymoon. I'm looking out for another Obadiah, I've already bought the wedding ring, There's all my little fal-the-riddles Packed up in my box Yes, absolutely two of ev'rything. Who else has some, I can think of loads!! Jacquie