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Kitty my dear.........thank you : )))

Courtesy of Google

Daisies are our silver,
Buttercups our gold:
This is all the treasure
We can have or hold.

Raindrops are our diamonds
And the morning dew;
While for shining sapphires
We've the speedwell blue.

These shall be our emeralds–
Leaves so new and green;
Roses make the reddest
Rubies ever seen.

God, who gave these treasures
To your children small,
Teach us how to love them
And grow like them all.

Make us bright as silver:
Make us good as gold;
Warm as summer roses
Let our hearts unfold.

Gay as leaves in April,
Clear as drops of dew–
God, who made the speedwell,
Keep us true to you.

I loved the " singing together" songs.........and can sometimes still be heard singing some of them whilst out in the garden .

One of my favorites ( not singing together ) but a hymn I think was

Daisies are our silver buttercups our gold , this is all the treasure we should have or hold ,
Rain drops are our diamonds and the morning dew.........but I can't remember the rest..........lol

Amanda

I remember that Gwyn and maggie.

xx

Used to listen to 'Singing Together' when I was at school just googled it and it's still on :o)

Did anyone listen to the school radio broadcast of 'Singing Together' when in primary school ?
One song I remember singing along to was Cargoes by John Masefield.....


QUINQUIREME of Nineveh from distant Ophir,
Rowing home to haven in sunny Palestine,
With a cargo of ivory,
And apes and peacocks,
Sandalwood, cedarwood, and sweet white wine. 5

Stately Spanish galleon coming from the Isthmus,
Dipping through the Tropics by the palm-green shores,
With a cargo of diamonds,
Emeralds, amethysts,
Topazes, and cinnamon, and gold moidores. 10

Dirty British coaster with a salt-caked smoke-stack,
Butting through the Channel in the mad March days,
With a cargo of Tyne coal,
Road-rails, pig-lead,
Firewood, iron-ware, and cheap tin trays.

This was always one of my favourites........the full version but I like the Simon and Garfunkel one too.

Are you going to Scarborough Fair?
Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme
Remember me to one who lives there
For once she was a true love of mine


Have her make me a cambric shirt
Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme
Without no seam nor fine needle work
And then she'll be a true love of mine


Tell her to weave it in a sycamore wood lane
Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme
And gather it all with a basket of flowers
And then she'll be a true love of mine


Have her wash it in yonder dry well
Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme
where water ne'er sprung nor drop of rain fell
And then she'll be a true love of mine


Have her find me an acre of land
Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme
Between the sea foam and over the sand
And then she'll be a true love of mine


Plow the land with the horn of a lamb
Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme
Then sow some seeds from north of the dam
And then she'll be a true love of mine


Tell her to reap it with a sickle of leather
Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme
And gather it all in a bunch of heather
And then she'll be a true love of mine


If she tells me she can't, I'll reply
Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme
Let me know that at least she will try
And then she'll be a true love of mine


Love imposes impossible tasks
Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme
Though not more than any heart asks
And I must know she's a true love of mine


Dear, when thou has finished thy task
Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme
Come to me, my hand for to ask
For thou then art a true love of mine

One of the few 'songs' I remember from school in Scotland:

Skinny Malinky longlegs big banana feet
Went to the pictures but could'nae find a seat
When the picture started
Skinny Malinky farted
and fell through a hole in the seat.

For Merlin:
Widdicombe Fair

"Tom Pearce. Tom Pearce, lend me your grey mare,
All along, down along, out along lee,
For I want for to go to Widdecombe Fair,
Wi' Bill Brewer, Jan Stewer, Peter Gurney, Peter Davy, Dan'l Whiddon,
Harry Hawk, old uncle Tom Cobbley and all,"
CHORUS: Old Uncle Tom Cobbley and all.

"And when shall I see again my grey mare?"
All along, &c.
"By Friday soon, or Saturday noon,"
Wi' Bill Brewer, Jan Stewer, &c.

Then Friday came, and Saturday noon,
All along, &c.
But Tom Pearce's old mare hath not trotted home
Wi' Bill Brewer, Jan Stewer, &c.

So Tom Pearce he got up to the top o' the hill
All along, &c.
And he seed his old mare down a making her will
Wi' Bill Brewer, Jan Stewer, &c.

So Tom Pearce's old mare, her took sick and died.
All along, &c.
And Tom he sat down on a stone, and he cried
Wi' Bill Brewer, Jan Stewer, &c.

But this isn't the end o'this shocking affair,
All along, &c.
Nor, though they be dead of the horrid career
Of Bill Brewer, Jan Stewer, &c.

When the wind whistles cold on the moor of a night
All along, &c.
Tom Pearce's old mare doth appear ghastly white,
Wi' Bill Brewer, Jan Stewer, &c.

And all the long night be heard skirling and groans,
All along, &c.
From Tom Pearce's old mare in her rattling bones
And from Bill Brewer, Jan Stewer, &c.

Merlin, the song was 'Widdicombe Fair'. Used to sing it a lot when I was in school in Devon! Another favourite from there was 'Hills of the North Rejoice'.
It was only as an adult that I realised the significance of a song we sang every morning in Cornwall (Mevagissey to be precise) it was a rebel Cornish Song - sorry the Cornish Anthem LOL - called 'Trelawney':

A good sword and a trusty hand!
A merry heart and true!
King James's men shall understand
What Cornish lads can do!
And have they fixed the where and when?
And shall Trelawny die?
Here's twenty thousand Cornish men
Will know the reason why!

And shall Trelawny live?
And shall Trelawny die?
Here's twenty thousand Cornish men
Will know the reason why!


Out spake their Captain brave and bold:
A merry wight was he:
'If London Tower were Michael's hold,
We'd set Trelawny free!
'We'll cross the Tamar, land to land:
The Severn is no stay:
With "one and all," and hand in hand;
And who shall bid us nay?

And shall Trelawny live?
And shall Trelawny die?
Here's twenty thousand Cornish men
Will know the reason why!

And when we come to London Wall,
A pleasant sight to view,
Come forth! come forth! ye cowards all:
Here's men as good as you.
'Trelawny he's in keep and hold;
Trelawny he may die:
But twenty thousand Cornish bold
Will know the reason why

And shall Trelawny live?
And shall Trelawny die?
Here's twenty thousand Cornish men
Will know the reason why

I remember

Harty farty went to a party
All the farts were there
Tuttie fruitie let off a beauty
And they all went out for fresh air

LOL - Sorry couldn't resist

The one I liked was the one about the drunken sailor - can;t remember the words though !

hi merlin ..

bobby shafto.. still love the tune ..

Jesus loves me.. and lots what have been already said...

rose we use to sing that at the end of school

theres one i can recall dont know the title.

my cup running over

good thread merlin ................

Dum Dum Dum Dum Dum Dum Dum Dum God is Love.

Problem was, at senior school they put an extra dum in and all the girls from my old school came in one note early!

I remember Imortal invisible as well.

The first childrens hymn I remember learning at school was this one - I know we wouldn't be allowed to teach it today, and to read the words now it does sound very ignorant to me, but we sang it, as 4 year olds, with complete innocence ...

Over the sea there are little brown children
Fathers and mothers and babies dear
They have not heard of the dear Lord Jesus
No-one has told them that God is near
Swift let the message blow over the water
Telling the children that God is near.

If anyone finds my post even the slightest bit offensive please tell me and I will delete it, I don't want to spoil a nice thread.

Maria x

Had another look at the thread and another song came to my memory,it was "John Pierce John Pierce Lend me you grey Mare" Now I wonder where that came from.Some thing about uncle tom cobley and all.cant remember the rest.pmsl.**M**

Aye Hoobity..........and she liked hor beor ;O) x

lot added twice maybe it should be on a local legends thread!

we had this local legend known as "jumpin Jack" {Darby} who could jump the width of the canals from standin position ~ he was fab he could jump onto the mantlepiece from the floor from standin position ~ fantastic!

lovely singing Footie, can you just turn the volume down a bit lol

Eeyore your teacher sounds great fun, our music teacher was the wife of the local vicar and ninety four...or so it seemed at the time..lol....

we used to sing this oddity we loved it had some very good verse which we made up to fit it lol:

We are goin' through the tunnel
push boys push
goin through the tunnel
push boys push
tis the pride of D****** town
n they'r tryin to close it down
so push boys push
push boys push

we are leggin through the tunnel
push boys push
we are leggin through the tunnel
push boys push
tis the pride of D****** town
n they'r tryin to close it down
so push boys push
push boys push

they never did close that tunnel!!

Was to do with the rich heritage we have of the canals lol

Merlin I won't get your thread wooshed by repeatin some verses I made up to it lol