Thanks
Let me start the recognitive process. All I can remember for now, from
the early 50's, is:
Mrs. O'Mally,
Down in the valley,
suffered from ulcers,
I understand.
She swallowed a cake,
of Grandma's Lye Soap,
Now she's got the cleanest ulcers in the land!
(chorus)
So sing it right out,
for Grandma's Lye Soap,
Good for anything, anything in the place.
It's for your pans, and dirty dishes,
and for your hands,
and for your face.
I bet there's other verses out there that can be mined from the collective
unconscious.
regards,
Ken West
. . . and sure enough another one bubbles up . . .
Brother Herman, and cousin Sherman,
Had an aversion, to washing their ears;
Grandman scrubbed them, with her Lye Soap,
Now they haven't heard a word in years!
(chorus)
Done in a gossple manner.
Let's keep it going.
(I'm really curious as to how R.Sandvick even knew of the song, and of
course, what s/he really wants to do with it.)
regards,
Ken West
So sing right out for grandma's lye soap
good for everything in the home
and the secret was in the scrubbin'
'cause it didn't suds or foam.......
Man, I haven't even THOUGHT of that song in 30 years
Wayne Seymour
Conan the Librarian