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valerie
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response 25 of 143:
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Oct 8 17:58 UTC 1997 |
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bmoran
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response 26 of 143:
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Oct 9 13:49 UTC 1997 |
This is from the Jefferson Starship's * Blows Against The Empire *
The Baby Tree Words and Music by Rosalie Sorrels
There's an island way out in the sea
Where the babys they all grow on trees
And it's jolly good fun
To swing in the sun
But you gotta watch out if you sneeze-sneeze
You gotta watch out if you sneeze
Yeah you gotta watch out if you sneeze
For swingin' up there in the breeze
You're liable to cough
You might very well fall off
And tumble down flop on your knees-knees
Tumble down flop on your knees
And when the stormy winds wail
And the breezes blow high in a gale
There's a curious dropping and flopping and plopping
And fat little babies just hail-hail
Fat little babies just hail
And the babies lie there in a pile
And the adults they come after awhile
And they always pass by
All the babies that cry
And take only babies that smile-smile
They take only babies thay smile...
Even triplets and twins if they'll smile
I can't guess how many times Pat fell asleap or at least quieted down
while I was singing this to him.
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jep
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response 27 of 143:
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Oct 9 13:52 UTC 1997 |
According to the WWW page at:
http://tnj.phys.tue.nl/users/jos/cits/lm/lorecd45.html
The song was written by King Henry VIII (though she had a caveat that not
everyone believes it).
Here are the lyrics:
Alas my love you do me wrong
To cast me off discourteously;
And I have loved you oh so long
Delighting in your company.
Greensleeves was my delight,
Greensleeves my heart of gold
Greensleeves was my heart of joy
And who but my Lady Greensleeves.
I have been ready at your hand
To grant whatever thou would'st crave;
I have waged both life and land
Your love and goodwill for to have.
Greensleeves was my delight,
Greensleeves was my heart of gold
Greensleeves was my heart of joy
And who but my Lady Greensleeves.
Thy petticoat of sendle white
With gold embroidered gorgeously;
Thy petticoat of silk and white
And these I bought thee gladly.
Greensleeves was my delight,
Greensleeves my heart of gold
Greensleeves was my heart of joy
And who but my Lady Greensleeves.
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bru
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response 28 of 143:
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Oct 9 13:59 UTC 1997 |
Same tune, different song.
Away, away, come away with me.
Where the grass grows wild and the wind blows free.
Away, away, come away with me.
And I'll build you a home in the meadow.
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valerie
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response 29 of 143:
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Oct 9 17:08 UTC 1997 |
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kami
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response 30 of 143:
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Oct 9 18:01 UTC 1997 |
alas my dear
you've done me dirt
to sew green sleeves
on my yellow shirt...
And then there's --
Morning has broken,
Somebody fi-ix it...
And in the category of "pagan filk",
The earth is our mother
She makes us wear our shoes...
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orinoco
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response 31 of 143:
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Oct 9 21:34 UTC 1997 |
Actually, I'd herad "She makes us clean our room" on that last one.
Isn't there also a Christmas song of some sort to the tune of Greensleeves?
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janc
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response 32 of 143:
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Oct 9 23:17 UTC 1997 |
Sally Rogers does this counting song / lullaby on her "Quite O'Clock" album.
I never heard it as a kid, but I like it as an adult, and it's been running
through my head for a few days now. I just took the opportunity to relisten
to it and get it right. As counting songs go, its a bit complex.
One man shall mow my meadow.
Two men shall gather it together.
Two men,
and one more shall sheer my lambs and ewes and rams
And shall gather it all together.
Three men shall mow my meadow.
Four men shall gather it together.
Four men, Three men, Two men,
and one more shall sheer my lambs and ewes and rams
And shall gather it all together.
Five men shall mow my meadow.
Six men shall gather it together.
Six men, Five men, Four men, Three men, Two men,
and one more shall sheer my lambs and ewes and rams
And shall gather it all together.
Seven men shall mow my meadow.
Eight men shall gather it together.
Eight men, Seven men, Six men, Five men, Four men, Three men, Two men,
and one more shall sheer my lambs and ewes and rams
And shall gather it all together.
Nine men shall mow my meadow.
Ten men shall gather it together.
Ten men, Nine men, Eight men, Seven men, Six men, Five men, Four men,
Three men, Two men,
and one more shall sheer my lambs and ewes and rams
And shall gather it all together.
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tpryan
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response 33 of 143:
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Oct 10 23:40 UTC 1997 |
Shel Shilverstein wrote that Boa Constrictor song. He has done
a good number of children's projects. Also done some very adult things
to.
I can also recommend seeking out a "Rise up Singing" songbook.
Many song you'll rcognize in the Kids & Fun segments. Others you just
might want to seek out.
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other
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response 34 of 143:
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Oct 11 02:41 UTC 1997 |
32: s/sheer/shear
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bru
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response 35 of 143:
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Oct 11 02:51 UTC 1997 |
One hen,
Two Ducks,
Three squwaking geese,
Four lymeric oysters,
Five porpoling porpoises,
Six pairs of Don Alfonzos tweezers.
Seven Thousand Macedonians in full battle array.
(I can't remember eight and nine...)
Ten lyrical, spherical, diabolical denizens of the deep who pull up to the
que on the quay and get queezy for the very first time!
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bruin
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response 36 of 143:
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Oct 11 14:23 UTC 1997 |
And nobody has mentioned "99 Bottles Of Beer" yet!
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valerie
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response 37 of 143:
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Oct 11 22:56 UTC 1997 |
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abchan
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response 38 of 143:
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Oct 12 02:09 UTC 1997 |
There's always the "Green Grass" song that seems to go on forever.
So does "Twelve Days of Christmas" and variations.
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kami
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response 39 of 143:
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Oct 13 03:22 UTC 1997 |
re: #31- infinite variations...
re: 32- Just heard this the other day. Love it! Not exactly for kids...<g>
re: 38- counting down songs are a common type. They're a lot of fun. Once.
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krj
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response 40 of 143:
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Oct 13 05:41 UTC 1997 |
I've given the three Chenille Sisters childrens' tape to Leslie's
sisters' kids; they are big hits, but I don't know how many of the
songs the kids sing along with.
One of the Seeger family -- I think it was Mike -- has a collection of
American children's folk songs on the Smithsonian Folkways label.
RISE UP SINGING, which tpryan (I think) mentioned above, where it
scrolled out of my buffer... anyway, RISE UP SINGING is the
canonical collection of American folk songs. It's published by
SING OUT! magazine, PO Box 5253, Bethlehem PA, 18015; (610) 865-5366.
Or you should be able to get a copy through Elderly Instruments in
Lansing, and probably Herb David in Ann Arbor.
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krj
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response 41 of 143:
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Oct 13 05:45 UTC 1997 |
((( how did I overlook linking this to the Music conference for so
long? Fall '97 Agora #33 <---> Music #91 )))
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krj
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response 42 of 143:
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Oct 13 05:56 UTC 1997 |
Haven't heard this one in several generations of kids....
"On top of spaghetti / All covered with cheese
I lost my poor meatball / When somebody sneezed..."
There were probably more verses which I no longer recall.
Mom used to sing to me:
"You are my sunshine, my (lost-word) sunshine
You make me happy, when skies are grey.
You'll never know dear, how much I love you.
Please don't taaaaake my sunshine away."
And when I was older, and at summer camp, there was a great song
about the Titanic, which I don't have all of any more.
"Oh, they built the ship Titanic, to sail the ocean blue
And they thought they had a ship that the water could not go through...
(lost-lines)
It was sad [So sad]
It was sad [So sad]
It was sad when the great ship went down, to the bottom of the --
Husbands and their wives, little children lost their lives,
It was sad when the great ship went down."
Probably not a good song for preschoolers.
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bru
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response 43 of 143:
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Oct 13 13:09 UTC 1997 |
You are my sunshine, my only sunshine.
You make me happy, when skies are grey.
You'll never know dear, how much I love you,
Please don't take my sunshine away.
The other night dear, while I lay sleeping.
I dreamt I held you in my arms.
When I awoke dear, I was mistaken.
So I hung my head and cried.
Actually, there is a recording of elvis singing this song out there.
Oh they built the ship Gardenia, to sail the ocean pink.
And they thought they had a ship, that the enemy couldn't sink.
But the good lord raised his hand adn said the ship would never sail,
It was sad when the great ship went down.
Oh it was sad, so sad.
Oh it was sad, so sad.
It was sad when teh great ship went down
To the bottom of the...
Uncles and aunts, little children lost there pants
It was sad when the great ship went down.
Don't ask me. I only sang it as a kid.
Suffocation, musty suffocation.
Suffocation, th game we love to play!
First you take a plastic bag,
Then you put it on your head.
Go to bed, wake up dead...
Suffocation, musty suffocation.
Suffocation, the game we love to play!
My mother swears we three kids made this song up on a trip to
Indianapolis. The tune is from a game advertisement that came out at the same
time, but I can't remember what the game was or making the song up. It was
from around 1965 or so.
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valerie
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response 44 of 143:
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Oct 13 15:37 UTC 1997 |
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ivynymph
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response 45 of 143:
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Oct 13 18:44 UTC 1997 |
.... re #42
"You are my sunshine, my only sunshine"
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jep
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response 46 of 143:
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Oct 13 19:39 UTC 1997 |
Parents of very small children *love* songs such as "100 bottles of beer"
and "Found a peanut". You can sing such songs forever. This gives your
spouse the chance to regain his/her sanity, as the infant is more or less
quiet while being sung to. It's only relative, but you'd be amazed, at
2:30 a.m. and up for the 3rd time (so far) what a difference it can make.
Also, you find, with a little practice, you can 'program' yourself to
keep singing. You may get some much-needed sleep in this way, or watch
TV*, or even read. (If you can read with no hands. One infant requires 3
or 4 hands constantly.)
*Please don't sneer at TV-watching. It is very intellectually stimulating,
compared, say, to being screamed at at 2:30 a.m.
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other
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response 47 of 143:
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Oct 13 20:30 UTC 1997 |
listen children to a story that was written long ago
'bout a kingdom on a mountain, and the vfalley far below.
on the mountain was a treasure, buried deep beneath a stone
and the valley people swore they'd have it for their very own.
Chorus: go ahead and hate your neighbor
go ahead and cheat a friend
do it in the name of heaven, you can justify it in the end
but there won't be any trumpets blowing, come the judgement day.
on the bloody morning after, one tin soldier rides away.
so the people of the valley sent a message up the hill
asking for the buried treasure, tons of gold for which they'd kill.
came an answer from the mountain: with all people we will share
all the secrets of our kingdom, all the treasure buried there.
<chorus
now the valley cried with anger, "mount your horses, draw your swords"
and they killed the mountain people, so they won their just rewards.
now they stood beside the treasure on the mountain dark and red,
turned the stone and looked beneath it: "peace on earth" was all it said.
<chorus>
(i first heard this on tv, in the movie "Billy Jack")
it is still one of my alltime favorite songs.
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orinoco
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response 48 of 143:
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Oct 13 21:56 UTC 1997 |
I heard a different version of the "Good Ship Gardenia" song...
Oh they built the Titanic to sail the ocean blue,
And they said it was a ship that the water wouldn't go through
But they christened it with beer
And it sank right off the pier:
It was sad when the great ship went down.
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ivynymph
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response 49 of 143:
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Oct 13 22:38 UTC 1997 |
Come to think of it, no one sang to me much when I was a kid. I was
told stories, but I'm told I didn't like to be sung to. I liked to
lie and listen to the heart beat, to be spoken to, etc... I'm wondering if
I was just aware that no one in my family can sing well. <smile>
I like visual stimulation (colour especially), my father's voice,
and being cuddled.... hmm...
I would suppose those facts help describe why I don't know many
children's songs.
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