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kami
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response 50 of 143:
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Oct 14 01:10 UTC 1997 |
Ivy Nymph, do you have unusually good relative pitch, or some such
>>affliction?
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>>Other, we used to sing that in Sunday School. Also "Dona Dona":
>>On a wagon
>>Bound for market
>>There's a calf with a mournful eye.
>>High above him
>>There's a swallow
>>Winging swiftly through the sky
>>Ch: Dona dona, dona dona dona dona, dona dona dona don...
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>>Stop complaining
>>Said the farmer
>>Who told you a calf to be?
Why don't you have wings to fly with,
Like the swallow so brave and free?
Ch.
Calves are easily bound and slaughtered
Never knowing the reason why.
Those who treasure freedom
Like the swallow must learn to fly.
Ch.
(there, took me three tries to remember it...)
Then there's always:
Mine eyes have seen the glory of the burning of the school
We have tortured all the teachers we have broken all the rules
We have marched into the office and have hung the principal
And now we're marching on!
(I've forgotten what we did to the chorus...)
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bru
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response 51 of 143:
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Oct 14 02:31 UTC 1997 |
Glory Glory, Hallelujia.
Teacher hit me with a ruler.
Hid behind the door with a loaded .44
now the teacher ain't no more!
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rcurl
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response 52 of 143:
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Oct 14 04:04 UTC 1997 |
I don't know any "childrens' songs" but I know hundreds of ballads, and
I sang those to my daughter at bath time -= until she started to bathe
herself. Among her favorites were "The Nut Tree", "Battle Hymn of the
Republic" (not any parody), "The Ship John B", "The Drunken Sailor",
"Home on the Range", "I Ain't Gonna Sin No Mo'", etc.
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ivynymph
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response 53 of 143:
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Oct 14 11:14 UTC 1997 |
re #50: Actually, I'm partialy tone deaf...
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valerie
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response 54 of 143:
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Oct 14 16:42 UTC 1997 |
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jep
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response 55 of 143:
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Oct 14 19:44 UTC 1997 |
Useful?
I'm having fun with it, if that matters! But no, I haven't sung any new
songs to my 16 month old that came to my attention because of this item.
Not yet, anyway. I may print out "Greensleeves" and try him on that one.
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omni
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response 56 of 143:
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Oct 14 22:28 UTC 1997 |
I don't know about jep, but all the songs are nicely cought in my head.
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bruin
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response 57 of 143:
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Oct 14 22:47 UTC 1997 |
I also remember hearing Garrison Keillor sing variations on "Battle Hymn Of
The Republic" on a broadcast of "A Prairie Home Companion," one of which was
about sleeping attire (or lack of it). Wish I had those lyrics available,
but I'd be reluctant to post them here. It's a copyright thing.
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krj
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response 58 of 143:
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Oct 15 02:37 UTC 1997 |
Keillor often does selections of classic camp songs.
I'd be amazed if this one is copyrighted.
I wear my pink pajamas in the summer when it's hot
I wear my flannel nightie in the winter when it's not
And sometimes when it's in the spring and sometimes in the fall
I slip between the covers with nothing on at all.
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senna
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response 59 of 143:
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Oct 15 04:16 UTC 1997 |
For some reason, Hail to the Victors was endeared to me in my early childhood
and has stuck ever since. I'm not sure whether my dad actively sang it or
I just picked it up over years of watching football (or if I was born with
the knowledge. My mother went into labor the day of the 1979 Michigan-Ohio
State game). My mom used to sing a couple songs from Music Man occasionally.
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jep
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response 60 of 143:
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Oct 15 16:58 UTC 1997 |
I have sung a dozen or so verses of the Michigan Tech "Engineer's Fight
Song" to my kid:
We are, we are, we are, we are, we are the engineers,
We can, we can, we can, we can, drink all of 40 beers,
drink up, drink up, drink up, drink up, and come along with us,
for we don't give a darn for any man who don't give a darn for us!
There are many verses to this song. Maybe I'll enter some of them
sometime.
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kami
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response 61 of 143:
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Oct 15 19:15 UTC 1997 |
Now I remember:
Glory, glory hallelujah,
Teacher hit me with a ruler,
I hit her on the butt
With a rotten coconut
And truth goes marching on.
(I grew up in Florida)
Gareth used to ask me to sing "the lady ate a fly" a lot:
I know an old lady who swallowed a fly
I don't know why, she swallowed a fly
Perhaps she'll die...
I know an old lady who swallowed a spider
That wriggled and jiggled and tickled inside her
She swallowed the spider to catch the fly,
But I don't know why she swallowed a fly
Perhaps she'll die.
I know an old lady who swallowed a bird
How absurd, to swallow a bird.
She swallowed the bird to catch the spider
That wriggled and jiggled and tickled inside her.
She swallowed the spider to catch the fly... etc.
I know an old lady to swallowed a cat
Imagine that- she swallowed a cat.
She swallowed the cat to catch the bird,
She swallowed the bird to catch the spider
That wriggled and jiggled and tickled inside her...etc.
I know an old lady who swallowed a dog
What a hog- to swallow a dog.
She swallowed the dog to catch the cat...etc.
I know an old lady who swallowed a goat,
Just opened her throat and swallowed a goat.
She swallowed the goat to catch the dog...etc.
...swallowed a cow.
I don't know how she swallowed a cow.
She swallowed the cow to catch the goat...etc.
...swallowed a horse.
She's dead of courrs.
She swallowed the horse to catch the cow...etc.
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qt314
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response 62 of 143:
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Oct 20 13:12 UTC 1997 |
My Mother and Grandmother sang this song to me each morning when I woke up,
and every night when I was put to bed (when I was little.)
Please tell me why the stars to shine
Please tell me why the ivy does twine
Please tell me why the sky's so blue
And I'll tell you why I love you.
Because G-d made the stars to shine
Because G-d made the ivy to twine
Because G-d made the sky so blue
Because G-d made you, that's why I love you.
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kami
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response 63 of 143:
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Oct 20 17:48 UTC 1997 |
I remember that one. Awwww.
If I try to sing the boys a lulaby these days, especially Gareth (the
younger), I get "not THAT one". <g> But one of my favorites is;
Sleep baby sleep, father guards the sheep.
Mother shakes the dreamland tree
So down will come sweet dreams for thee,
Sleep baby sleep.
Sleep baby sleep, our cottage vale lies deep.
The lambs are on the hill at night,
Their coats all soft and fleecy-white,
Sleep baby sleep.
Sleep baby sleep, the greater stars are sheep
The smaller stars are lambs I guess
The moon's their gentle shepherdess
Sleep baby sleep.
(I've forgotten the last verse- something moralistic. I know the first
verse is rather sexist, but it's still a rather sweet set of images.)
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lumen
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response 64 of 143:
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Oct 20 21:27 UTC 1997 |
re #44: The last two verses are as follows (but I don't have them perfect,
either):
And then my poor meatball
As tasty could be
in early next summer
grew into a tree.
The tree was all covered
with beautiful moss.
It grew lovely meatballs,
and tomato sauce!
One of my favorite lullabies as a child I know no one will know the music for,
for it is a poem that my father set to an acoustical guitar accompaniment.
The lyrics are as follows:
Have you ever heard of the Sugarplum Tree?
'Tis a marvel of great renown;
It blooms on the shore of the Lollipop Sea
In the garden of Shuteye town.
The fruit that it bears is so wonderfully sweet
As those who have tasted it say,
and good little children have only to eat
of the fruit to be happy next day.
When you get to the tree, you will have a hard time
to reach the fruit of which I sing,
For the tree is so tall that no person can climb
To the boughs where the sugarplums swing.
Now up in that tree sits a chocolate cat,
and a gingerbread dog prowls below.
And this is the way you contrive to get at
the sugarplums tempting you so.
You say but a word to the gingerbread dog,
and he barks with such terrible zest!
The chocolate cat is at once all agog,
her swelling proportions attest.
The chocolate cat goes cavorting around,
from this leafy limb onto that.
The sugarplums tumble of course to the ground,
Hooray for that chocolate cat!
There are gumdrops, marshmallows, and peppermint canes,
and stripings of scarlet and gold,
and other good things for children to eat--
as much as your apron can hold.
Now come little child, cuddle closer to me,
in your dainty white night cap and gown,
and I'll rock you away to the Sugarplum Tree,
in the garden of Shuteye town.
[repeat first stanza]
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orinoco
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response 65 of 143:
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Oct 21 01:08 UTC 1997 |
A favorite my grandmother used to sing...
It's called Ragtime Cowboy Jones, and I'm not sure I'll be able to remember
all of it:
He always sings
Ragged music to teh cattle as he swings
Back and forward in the saddle on his horse,
Pretty good horse,
Who's a syncopated gator <?>
And it's such a funny meter
At the roar of his repeater how they run
When they hear the fellow's gun because the folks out West all know
He's a highfalutin' rootin' rootin'
Son-of-a-gun from Arizona
Ragtime Cowboy Jones.
I think it would have made more sense if I wasn't remembering it from ages
and ages ago.
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bruin
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response 66 of 143:
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Oct 21 12:42 UTC 1997 |
I remember a version of "Ragtime Cowboy Jones" by (the original) David
Seville and the Chipmunks. Around 1961 or 1962, I do believe.
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bru
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response 67 of 143:
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Oct 21 15:30 UTC 1997 |
correct bruin
What is deeper than the sea?
What is higher than a tree?
What is louder than a horn?
What is sharper than a thorn?
What is lighter than the light?
What is darker than the night?
What is colder than the clay?
What is broader than the Way?
Tell me why
So many questions
tell me why
the devil lies
tell me why
Who will live and Who will die
Tell me why
Tell me why
Hell is deeper than the sea
Heaven is higher than a tree
Thunder is louder than a horn
Hunger is sharper than a thorn
Truth is whiter than the light
The devil is darker than the night
Death is colder than the clay
Love is broader than the way.
Steeleye Span "Tell me Why" from Sails of Silver
Lemon icecream
Cinnamon Tea
There I wanna be
Where the livin' is free
Won't you come along with me...
To the big rock candy mountain
Thats where I'd like to be
By the soda water fountain
and beneath the yum-yum tree
It's a land of milk and honey
where there ain't no work to do
We'll sleep all day in the new mown hay
The train is a-leavin' and I'm on my way...
to the big rock candy mountain.
That big rock candy mountain
Where the hens lay soft boiled eggs
the bulll dogs all have rubber teeth
and the cops have wooden legs
can't remember any more at the moment
Gonna tie my hopes to freedoms star
Gonna spread the word both near and far
stand tall young man hold your head up high
the gift of freedom you cannot buy.
Hold tight, my brother, to freedoms star
In a world so full of doubt and fear
every man must guard his rights so dear
Listen to what's said
and know what it means
To hold these words so pure, and so clean.
Freedoms Star
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When I was a kid, my favorite records were one titled
Peter, Please, it's pancakes!
About a little boy who wouln't get up in time for breakfast on Sunday Morning
and
Casey Jones
Come all you rounders if you want to hear
The story 'bout, a great engineer
Casey Jones was the rounders name
on a six-eight wheeler's how hw won his fame.
The caller called Casey at a half past four
He kissed his wife at the station door
Mounted to the cabin with his orders in his hand
and took his travel trip to the promised land
Put your hand on the throttle and shovel your coal
Put your head out the window, watch the drivers rool
I'll run her till she leaves the rails
cause we're eight hours late with the western mail.
He looked at his watch and his watch was slow
He looked at the water, and the water was low
he looked at the fireman and then he said
"We're gonna reach frisco but we'll all be dead
Now casey pulled up that mean old hill
hetooted to the crossing with an awful shrill
The switchman knew by the engines moan
That the man at the throttle was Casey Jones
He pulled up within two miles of the place
Number Four stared him right in the face
He turned to the fireman said"Boy, you better jump!"
"Cause there's two locomotives thats a going to bump."
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rcurl
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response 68 of 143:
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Oct 21 17:14 UTC 1997 |
The Big Rock Candy Mountain isn't PC anymore. The refrain is
The buzzin' of the bees in the cigarette trees,
The soda water fountains
The lemonade springs, where the blue birds sing
In the big Rock Candy mountains.
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arabella
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response 69 of 143:
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Oct 21 21:22 UTC 1997 |
Glory, Glory Halleluia!
Teacher hit me with a ruler,
I bopped her on the bean
With a rotten tangerine,
and her teeth came marching out...
My family used to sing "Ragtime Cowboy JOE" (not Jones) and my
mom would play the accompaniment on the guitar... I'll call
her and see if she remembers all the words.
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diznave
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response 70 of 143:
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Oct 21 22:28 UTC 1997 |
RE #35: I know a different version. ;->
one fat hen
a couple of ducks
three brown bears
four running hares
five fat, fickled, females, sitting, sipping scotch
six simple simons sitting on a stump
seven sinbad sailors, sailing, sailing the seven seas in a sloop
eight egotistical egotists, echoing, echoing egotistical ecstasies
nine nude nublions, nibbling, nibbling on knats, nuts, and nicotine
ten: I'll never be a fig nor a fig pluckers son, but I'll pluck them figs
'till the fig pluckers come.
Here's a song my grandmother used to sing to me on the way to kindergarden,
whenever I was afraid to go:
Do your ears hang low?
Do they wobble to and fro?
Can you tie them in a knot?
Can you tie them in a bow?
Can you throw them o'er your shoulder
Like a Continental Soldier?
Do your ears hang low?
Do your ears hang high?
Do they reach up to the sky?
Do they wrinkle when they're wet?
Do they straighten when they're dry?
Can you wave 'em at your neighbor
With an element of flavor?
Do your ears hang high?
Do your ears hang wide?
Do they flap from side to side?
Do they wave in the breeze
From the slightest little sneeze?
Can you soar above the nation
With a feeling of elevation?
Do your ears hang wide?
Do your ears fall off
When you give a great big cough?
Do they lie there on the ground
Or bounce up at every sound?
Can you stick them in your pocket
Just like Davy Crockett?
Do your ears fall off?
She also sang _Found a Peanut_, _There Was An Old Woman Who Swalloed A Fly_,
_I've Been Working On The Railroad_, _There's A Hole In The Bucket_, and
_Frere Jacques_.
If it wasn't for her, I would have been a wreck during kindergarden. I lived
five blocks away from the school. I don't really remember this too well, but
they tell me that the first time I heard a fire alarm, I ran home.
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qt314
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response 71 of 143:
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Oct 21 22:59 UTC 1997 |
My Grandmother used to sing this song to us whenever she saw us when we were
little and especially when we were about to leave to go home.
I love you,
A bushel and a peck
A bushel and a peck
And a hug around the neck.
A hug around the neck
And a barrel and a heap
A barrel and a heap
And I lose a lot of sleep
Over you.
then she would kiss and hug us and tell us how much she loved us. Gee, I
really miss her. *sigh*
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diznave
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response 72 of 143:
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Oct 22 05:11 UTC 1997 |
I really miss my grandmother too, Marla. She was a wonderful woman. I think
shw had an agreement with my parents. They would expose us to jazz and
classical and folk music, and she would teach us the nursery rhymes/children's
songs.
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aruba
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response 73 of 143:
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Oct 22 08:16 UTC 1997 |
Wow, I never heard most of these songs, and a lot of them sound really neat.
I especially liked lumen's Sugarplum Tree song in #64.
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bru
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response 74 of 143:
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Oct 22 13:02 UTC 1997 |
Oh! Another of my favorite songs was called "The White Buffalo"
There's an old indian legend
I was told long ago.
It's about a special valley,
and the white buffalo.
There are few who have seen him
though they look high and low.
For the trail is long and winding,
to the white buffalo.
The legend says you'll find him
if your heart is brave and true.
And you treet all men as brothers,
no matter what they do.
I have searched for that valley
since I started to grow.
I won't stop until I find it,
and the white buffalo.
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