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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
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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.
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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.
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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
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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.
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Used to listen to 'Singing Together' when I was at school just googled it and it's still on :o)
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I remember that Gwyn and maggie.
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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
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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.
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Kitty my dear.........thank you : )))
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