childhood chants

[Griffin]

rhymes and chants were part of growing up, I think. During the witching
hours the other morning one such came to mind.
To market, to market with my Uncle Jim
somebody threw a tomato at him
tomatoes don't hurt when they come in a skin
but this b****r did, cos it came in a tin.

another one, but this is all I can remember of it
come to me party will yer come
bring your own bread and butter and a bun

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[Oliver]

On 28/10/2014 18:18, Griffin wrote:
> To market, to market with my Uncle Jim
> somebody threw a tomato at him
> tomatoes don't hurt when they come in a skin
> but this b****r did, cos it came in a tin.

There's a variety of versions here:

http://mudcat.org/thread.cfm?threadid=67172

> another one, but this is all I can remember of it
> come to me party will yer come
> bring your own bread and butter and a bun

There's a Party on the Hill

The person picked by the first line then gives the response, moving the
count on:

There's a party on the hill, can you come?
- Yes.
Bring your own bread and butter and a bun.
- Can't afford it.
Who is your best friend?
- Thomas (or whoever is selected)
Thomas will be there, with his knickers in the air.
O, U, T spells OUT.

http://www.bbc.co.uk/dna/ptop/plain/A271775


--
Oliver

[Tickettyboo]

On 2014-10-28 18:18:18 +0000, Griffin said:

> rhymes and chants were part of growing up, I think. During the witching
> hours the other morning one such came to mind.
> To market, to market with my Uncle Jim
> somebody threw a tomato at him
> tomatoes don't hurt when they come in a skin
> but this b****r did, cos it came in a tin.
>
>

Molly the milkmaid was milking a cow
Now Molly was young and she didn't know how
Along came the farmr and gave her a smack
So she tipped the cow over and put the milk back

Our Molly the milmaid was taking a bath
when she heard her young man walking up the front path
I'll just slip on something, be down in a tick
Then she slipped on the soap and By God! She was quick!

"childhood chants" ? My daughter and I sang that one together just last
week (she's 34 and I am, ermm, older than her !)
--
Tickettyboo

[geoffhay]

Snipped...............

> Molly the milkmaid was milking a cow
> Now Molly was young and she didn't know how
> Along came the farmr and gave her a smack
> So she tipped the cow over and put the milk back
>
> Our Molly the milmaid was taking a bath
> when she heard her young man walking up the front path
> I'll just slip on something, be down in a tick
> Then she slipped on the soap and By God! She was quick!
>
> "childhood chants" ? My daughter and I sang that one together just last
> week (she's 34 and I am, ermm, older than her !)

Hi TB, where do all these chants come from? My Mum and Dad's version
(some 60+ years ago) was "I called on my sweetheart her name was Miss Brown,
She was having a bath and she could not come down,
I said slip something on and come down pretty quick,
So she slipped o the soap and was down in a tick"

Given there was no television, and the radio (Home Service and Light
Programme) would not have dared to broadcast any version, how did these
ditties spread and become so well known?

Cheers,

Geoff.

[Tickettyboo]

On 2014-10-28 20:07:07 +0000, geoffhay said:
>
> Hi TB, where do all these chants come from? My Mum and Dad's version
> (some 60+ years ago) was "I called on my sweetheart her name was Miss
> Brown,
> She was having a bath and she could not come down,
> I said slip something on and come down pretty quick,
> So she slipped o the soap and was down in a tick"
>
> Given there was no television, and the radio (Home Service and Light
> Programme) would not have dared to broadcast any version, how did these
> ditties spread and become so well known?

Hi Geoff, how's you?
No idea how they spread apart from the playground and playing in the
street, which we did when I was a child. I don't remember hearing this
sort of thing on the radio, it was street (and Granda) stuff. Luckily
for the girls, we lived in a 'safe-ish' street (traffic wise) when they
were young so they too were out playing everyday with a whole range of
ages of other children. Though to be honest they 'all' used to play
mostly in our back garden, which was good for me cos it was easier to
keep an eye on them.
I always sang the Molly the milkmaid one, so that's what our girls
learned (and passed to their friends).
Whatever, our grandson is learning them all and they are being spread
yet again through the nursery :-) So far he has taught them all sorts
of rhymes and songs that were 'new' to the nursery staff (though they
have a good repertoire) and are old favourites to us. Not quite sure
how they are going to react when we get to :
Oh you'll never get to heaven
In Brown Owl's bra
Cos Brown Owl's bra
Wont stretch that far

Oh you'll never get to heaven in Brown's Owl's bra, cos Brown Owl's bra
wont stretch that far, I aint gona grieve , My Lord no more -ore - ore.
I aint gonna grieve My Lord, I aint gonna grieve My Lord, I aint gonna
gree - eye -ee -eye - eve My Lord - NO MORE
LOL we know about 20 or so different verses to that one! (and I still
dunno why its a mix of Brown Owl's bra and My Lord, buy hey! its fun to
sing)

and then there's the Bumble Bee one, LOL that's disgusting so children love it!

It doesn't really matter what the song is, I just hope we never lose
the fun of a group of children all singing something together ( a bit
of rude or disgusting always helps it along) and the adults need to
join in too :-) Its time spent together that's the magic in it.
--
Tickettyboo

[Indy Jess John]

On 28/10/2014 18:18, Griffin wrote:

> rhymes and chants were part of growing up, I think. During the witching
> hours the other morning one such came to mind.

I called on my old friend whose name was Tom Brown.
He was having a bath and he couldn't come down.
I said slip on something and don't be a tick.
Then he slipped on the soap and came down mighty quick.

(Goes to the same tune/rhythm as your Tomatoes one)

Jim

[Indy Jess John]

On 28/10/2014 19:19, Tickettyboo wrote:

> Molly the milkmaid was milking a cow
> Now Molly was young and she didn't know how

> Along came the farmer and gave her a smack

> So she tipped the cow over and put the milk back

Old Mother Riley had a fat cow.
She wanted to milk it but didn't know how.
She pulled its tail instead of its tit
And all she got was a bucket of s**t

[Indy Jess John]

It was an old Ford car when I learned it. It was a Boy Scouts camp-fire
song.

Jim

[Oliver]

On 28/10/2014 20:28, Tickettyboo wrote:

> It doesn't really matter what the song is, I just hope we never lose the
> fun of a group of children all singing something together ( a bit of
> rude or disgusting always helps it along) and the adults need to join in
> too :-) Its time spent together that's the magic in it.

Amen to that!

Amen means so be it
a half a loaf, a thrupenny bit
four men, six feet,
walking down O'Connell Street
shouting out "pigs bum four-and-six a pound"

--
Oliver

[Tickettyboo]

I have been tipsy in O'Connell Street and still wouldn't shout pigs
bum! in case I got arrested :-)
--
Tickettyboo

[Tickettyboo]

On 2014-10-28 20:40:01 +0000, Indy Jess John said:

>> Oh you'll never get to heaven in Brown's Owl's bra, cos Brown Owl's bra
>> wont stretch that far, I aint gona grieve , My Lord no more -ore - ore.
>
> It was an old Ford car when I learned it. It was a Boy Scouts camp-fire song.

See>? I 'knew' there was another difference betwen boys and girls
(other than their cardies buttoning up on different sides)
--
Tickettyboo

[Ali]

On Tue, 28 Oct 2014 20:28:36 GMT, Tickettyboo commented

> Oh you'll never get to heaven
> In Brown Owl's bra
> Cos Brown Owl's bra
> Wont stretch that far
>
> Oh you'll never get to heaven in Brown's Owl's bra, cos Brown Owl's bra
> wont stretch that far, I aint gona grieve , My Lord no more -ore - ore.
> I aint gonna grieve My Lord, I aint gonna grieve My Lord, I aint gonna
> gree - eye -ee -eye - eve My Lord - NO MORE
> LOL we know about 20 or so different verses to that one! (and I still
> dunno why its a mix of Brown Owl's bra and My Lord, buy hey! its fun to
> sing)

I think you've got a mixture of the Sunday School and Girl Guides' versions
there.

The version I learnt began

Oh you'll never get to heaven

In an old row boat.
'Cos an old row boat
Aint gonna float.




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[Tickettyboo]

On 2014-10-28 20:36:59 +0000, Indy Jess John said:

> Old Mother Riley had a fat cow.
> She wanted to milk it but didn't know how.
> She pulled its tail instead of its tit
> And all she got was a bucket of s**t

LOL even Granda wouldn;t have taught me that :-)

<this one with actions>
I'm stroking up my baby bumble bee
Wont my mammy be surprised to see me
Stroking up my baby bumble bee

OUCH it STUNG me!

I'm squashing up my baby bumble bee
Wont my mammy be surprised to see me
Squashing up my baby bumble bee

Yuk what a mess !

I'm licking up my baby bumble bee
Wont my mammy be surprised to see me
Licking up my baby bumble bee

eee--oow I feel SICK !

I'm sicking up my baby bumble bee
Wont my mammy be surprised to see me
Sicking up my baby bumble bee

Oh I feel better now :-)

Aww there's another baby bumble bee!

<from the top!>


he he, nightbless :-)
--
Tickettyboo

[Tickettyboo]

On 2014-10-28 21:20:21 +0000, Ali said:

> On Tue, 28 Oct 2014 20:28:36 GMT, Tickettyboo commented
>
>> Oh you'll never get to heaven
>> In Brown Owl's bra
>> Cos Brown Owl's bra
>> Wont stretch that far
>>
>> Oh you'll never get to heaven in Brown's Owl's bra, cos Brown Owl's bra
>> wont stretch that far, I aint gona grieve , My Lord no more -ore - ore.
>> I aint gonna grieve My Lord, I aint gonna grieve My Lord, I aint gonna
>> gree - eye -ee -eye - eve My Lord - NO MORE
>> LOL we know about 20 or so different verses to that one! (and I still
>> dunno why its a mix of Brown Owl's bra and My Lord, buy hey! its fun to
>> sing)
>
> I think you've got a mixture of the Sunday School and Girl Guides'
> versions there.
>
> The version I learnt began
> Oh you'll never get to heaven
> In an old row boat.
> 'Cos an old row boat Aint gonna float.
>

> Oh you'll never get to heaven

> In a biscuit tin
> 'Cos the Lord don't let, No crumby ones in
:-)
--
Tickettyboo

[David]

On 28/10/2014 18:18, Griffin wrote:

> rhymes and chants were part of growing up, I think. During the witching
> hours the other morning one such came to mind.
> To market, to market with my Uncle Jim
> somebody threw a tomato at him
> tomatoes don't hurt when they come in a skin
> but this b****r did, cos it came in a tin.
>
> another one, but this is all I can remember of it
> come to me party will yer come
> bring your own bread and butter and a bun
>

Our skools's a funny skool
It's made of bricks and plaster
But the thing that makes me laugh the most
is the baldy headed master.
David

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[Bill P]

All of a sudden a big black pudden
came sailing through the air
it missed me mother and hit me father
and knocked him off his chair,

Bill P

[Bill P]

Auntie Mary had a canary
It flew Up the leg of her drawers
When she farted it departed
To a round of applause

Bill P.
Shildon
Cradle of the Railways
South/West Durham Land of the Prince Bishops.

[Griffin]

After serious thinking Gareth wrote :
> Griffin <griffin@dinner> Wrote in message:

>> rhymes and chants were part of growing up, I think.
>>
>
>

> Mrs Brown went to town to buy some macaroni
> She did a fart behind a cart and paralysed a pony
> The fart went rolling down the street
> And knocked a copper off his feet
> The copper he then drew his pistol
> And shot the fart way over to Bristol
> The ladies of Bristol were having a dance
> They kicked the fart right over to France
> The king of France was eating a tart
> He opened his gob and swallowed the fart.

the question is asked just jow did these get about given the lack of TV
and Radio. I suppose the Music Halls helped a lot ?

[Oliver]

On 29/10/2014 12:38, Griffin wrote:
> the question is asked just jow did these get about given the lack of TV
> and Radio.

Word of mouth. Occasionally children and families did move including to
other countries. Peter and Iona Opie and others have made studies of how
playground games and songs were passed around and adapted to local
circumstances. Also, before TV and Radio such pastimes featured more
highly in the lives of children, just as story-telling around the fire
featured more highly for adults.

--
Oliver

[Indy Jess John]

On 29/10/2014 14:27, Oliver wrote:
> On 29/10/2014 12:38, Griffin wrote:

>> the question is asked just how did these get about given the lack of TV

>> and Radio.
>
> Word of mouth. Occasionally children and families did move including to
> other countries. Peter and Iona Opie and others have made studies of how
> playground games and songs were passed around and adapted to local
> circumstances. Also, before TV and Radio such pastimes featured more
> highly in the lives of children, just as story-telling around the fire
> featured more highly for adults.
>

Brownies, guides cubs and scouts travelled a bit to camps and other
functions. There you swapped songs and chants so yours were taken away
and new ones were added to your collection.

Most of the journeys were under 50 miles, but things would spread
gradually by that method.

Longer distances would be covered by the children of service personnel.
Songs you learned in one location you took to school in the new one.

Jim

[Michaelangelo]

Griffin leapt into action and said:
> rhymes and chants were part of growing up, I think. During the witching hours
> the other morning one such came to mind.
> To market, to market with my Uncle Jim
> somebody threw a tomato at him
> tomatoes don't hurt when they come in a skin
> but this b****r did, cos it came in a tin.
>
> another one, but this is all I can remember of it
> come to me party will yer come
> bring your own bread and butter and a bun

Oor wee school's a good wee school,
It's made o' bricks and plaister.
The only thing that's wrang wi' it
is The baldy-heided maister.

He goes to the pub on a Saturday,
He goes to the kirk on Sunday,
To pray to the Lord to gie him strength
To murder the wains on Monday

--
Michaelangelo
Humour is a funny thing.

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[BunnyHare]

On Tue, 28 Oct 2014 20:28:36 +0000, Tickettyboo wrote:

> keep an eye on them.
> I always sang the Molly the milkmaid one, so that's what our girls
> learned (and passed to their friends).
> Whatever, our grandson is learning them all and they are being spread
> yet again through the nursery :-) So far he has taught them all sorts
> of rhymes and songs that were 'new' to the nursery staff (though they
> have a good repertoire) and are old favourites to us. Not quite sure
> how they are going to react when we get to :
> Oh you'll never get to heaven
> In Brown Owl's bra
> Cos Brown Owl's bra
> Wont stretch that far

....

Hee hee I know all those and so does my granddaughter and like your
grandson our daughter introduce a lot to nursery. I expect now she has
started school she will be passing them on to the teachers :-)

We had a slightly different Molly

Molly went to market to buy her a cow
To milk it to milk it she didn't know how
She pulled at its tail instead of its teat
And got in her bucket a big pile of sh**

--
Barb

[BunnyHare]

On Tue, 28 Oct 2014 21:17:47 +0000, Tickettyboo wrote:

>>
>> It was an old Ford car when I learned it. It was a Boy Scouts camp-fire song.
>
> See>? I 'knew' there was another difference betwen boys and girls
> (other than their cardies buttoning up on different sides)

Nah that's just another verse of the same song

Then there's a baked bean tin, a ping pong ball, a limousine, a phantom
jet, a rocking chair, a wicker chair, a biscuit tin, an apple tree, roller
skates, powder and paint and a bottle of gin

--
Barb

[BunnyHare]

On Tue, 28 Oct 2014 20:36:59 +0000, Indy Jess John wrote:

>
> Old Mother Riley had a fat cow.
> She wanted to milk it but didn't know how.
> She pulled its tail instead of its tit
> And all she got was a bucket of s**t

Hmm should have read the whole thread before posting up there


--
Barb

[Peter Percival]

Ah, the BBC, coy to the point of dishonesty.


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