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Children's song in The Birds

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Bruce Christopher

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May 16, 1997, 3:00:00 AM5/16/97
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This is the song sung by the school children in Alfred Hitchcock’s “The
Birds.” This version is based on how the song sounds in the
actual film.

[ ... fade in as Melanie parks and shuts her car off...]

Ristle-tee, rostle-tee, hey donnie-dosilty,
knickety-knackety, rusty-quo-quality,
now, now, now..

I married my wife in the month of June.
Ristle-tee, rostle-tee, now, now, now!

I brought her home by the light of the moon.

Ristle-tee, rostle-tee, hey donnie-dosilty,
knickety-knackety, rusty-quo-quality,
willoty-wallity, now, now, now.

She combed her hair but once a year.
Ristle-tee, rostle-tee, now, now, now.
With every stroke she shed a tear.

Ristle-tee, rostle-tee, hey jonnie-dosilty,
rusty-quo-quality, ristle-tee, rostle-tee,
now, now, now.

He brought her home by the light of the moon.

Ristle-tee, rostle-tee, hey donnie-dosilty,
knickety-knackety, rusty-quo-quality,
willoty-wallity, now, now, now.

She combed her hair but once a year.
Ristle-tee, rostle-tee, now, now, now.
With every stroke she shed a tear.

Ristle-tee, rostle-tee, hey jonnie-dosilty,
knickety-knackety, rusty-quo-quality,
willoty-wallity, now, now, now.


She swept up her floor but once a year.
Ristle-tee, rostle-tee, now, now, now.
She said that brooms were much too dear.

Ristle-tee, rostle-tee, hey donnie-dosilty,
knickety-knackety, rusty-quo-quality,
willoty-wallity, now, now, now.


She churned the butter in her Dad’s old boot.
Ristle-tee, rostle-tee, now, now, now.
And for a dash she used her foot.

Ristle-tee, rostle-tee, hey jonnie-dosilty,
knickety-knackety, rusty-quo-quality,
willoty-wallity, now, now, now.

The butter it came out a grizzle-y grey.
Ristle-tee, rostle-tee, now, now, now.
The cheese it took legs and ran away.

Ristle-tee, rostle-tee, hey jonnie-dosilty,
knickety-knackety, rusty-quo-quality,
willoty-wallity, now, now, now.

She let the critter get away.

Ristle-tee, rostle-tee, hey donnie-dosilty,
knickety-knackety, rusty-quo-quality,
willoty-wallity, now, now, now.

I asked my wife to wash the floor.
Ristle-tee, rostle-tee, now, now, now.
She gave me my hat and she showed me the door.

Ristle-tee, rostle-tee, hey jonnie-dosilty,
knickety-knackety, rusty-quo-quality,
now, now, now.

I married my wife in the month of June.
Ristle-tee, rostle-tee, now, now, now!

I brought her home by the light of the moon.

Ristle-tee, rostle-tee, hey donnie-dosilty,
knickety-knackety, rusty-quo-quality,
willoty-wallity, now, now, now.

She combed her hair but once a year.

Ristle-tee, rostle-tee, hey jonnie-dosilty,
knickety-knackety, rusty-quo-quality,
willoty-wallity, now, now, now.
Ristle-tee, rostle-tee, now, now, now.
---------------------------------------------------

The following version is taken directly from the script dated
Feb. 15, 1963:

I married my wife in the month of June.
Ristle-tee, rostle-tee, mo, mo, mo!

I brought her home by the light of the moon.

Ristle-tee, rostle-tee, hey bombosity,
knickety-knackety, retro-quo-quality,
willoby-wallaby, mo, mo, mo.

She combed her hair but once a year.
Ristle-tee, rostle-tee, mo, mo, mo.
With every stroke she shed a tear.

Ristle-tee, rostle-tee, hey donnie-dosilty,
rusty-quo-quality, ristle-tee, rostle-tee, mo, mo, mo.

Brought her home by the light of the moon.

Ristle-tee, rostle-tee, hey donnie-dosilty,
knickety-knackety, rusty-quo-quality,
willoby-wallaby, mo, mo, mo.


She combed her hair but once a year.
Ristle-tee, rostle-tee, mo, mo, mo.
With every stroke she shed a tear.

Ristle-tee, rostle-tee, hey donnie-dosilty,
knickety-knackety, rusty-quo-quality,
willoby-wallaby, mo, mo, mo.


She swept up her floor but once a year.
Ristle-tee, rostle-tee, mo, mo, mo.
She said that brooms were much too dear.

Ristle-tee, rostle-tee, hey donnie-dosilty,
knickety-knackety, rusty-quo-quality,
willoby-wallaby, mo, mo, mo.


She churned the butter in her Dad’s old boot.
Ristle-tee, rostle-tee, mo, mo, mo.
And for a dash she used her foot.

Ristle-tee, rostle-tee, hey donnie-dosilty,
knickety-knackety, rusty-quo-quality,
willoby-wallaby, mo, mo, mo.

The butter it came out a grizzle-y grey.
Ristle-tee, rostle-tee, mo, mo, mo.
The cheese took legs and ran away.

Ristle-tee, rostle-tee, hey donnie-dosilty,
knickety-knackety, rusty-quo-quality,
willoby-wallaby, mo, mo, mo.

She let the critter get away.
Ristle-tee, rostle-tee, hey donnie-dosilty,
knickety-knackety, rusty-quo-quality,
willoby-wallaby, mo, mo, mo.

I asked my wife to wash the floor.
Ristle-tee, rostle-tee, mo, mo, mo.
She gave me my hat and she showed me the door.

Ristle-tee, rostle-tee, hey donnie-dosilty,
knickety-knackety, rusty-quo-quality,
willoby-wallaby, mo, mo, mo.

I married my wife in the month of June.
Ristle-tee, rostle-tee, mo, mo, mo!

I carried her off by the light of the moon.

Ristle-tee, rostle-tee, hey donnie-dosilty,
knickety-knackety, rusty-quo-quality,
willoby-wallaby, mo, mo, mo.

She combed her hair but once a year.

Ristle-tee, rostle-tee, hey donnie-dosilty,
knickety-knackety, rusty-quo-quality,
willoby-wallaby, mo, mo, mo.
Ristle-tee, rostle-tee, mo, mo, mo.
-----------------------------------------
Bruce Christopher

Bruce Christopher

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May 26, 1997, 3:00:00 AM5/26/97
to Scott D. Randel

Scott D. Randel wrote:

>
> On Fri, 16 May 1997 00:57:22 +0000, Bruce Christopher
> <bruc...@megsinet.net> wrote:
>
> >This is the song sung by the school children in Alfred Hitchcock’s “The
> >Birds.” This version is based on how the song sounds in the
> >actual film.
>
> Ooh, thanks! I get the shivers just remembering that song! It made
> such a spooky aural backdrop for the birds gathering outside! Brrrr!

I found another version of the lyrics on this Web page:
http://www.onstagemedia.com/cgi-bin/as_web.exe?October+D+6385375

Apparently this song was once recorded by Pete Seeger,
but I have not yet found it on CD.
Bruce Christopher

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