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Traditional Songs we sang at school

I know they have reworded (understandably), Johnny come Down to Hylo. I think they still sing Sally Brown. I think the songs should be kept and not be lost. Like Irish rebel songs. Or any rebel song. Nan's Lullaby toe me, Go To Sleep My Baby, I don't think that would be allowed now but I know Paul Robeson sang it, beautiful
here you are nico
 
Too true Seabird. Too true girl. The sentiments and words relate to the old Stratford Road Camp Hill sites of course, where I spent the first three years of incarceration. I hated the Kings Heath move with a vengeance. Your alternative version sounds like it should get an airing here. Know any old pals that might have committed them to paper or memory?
I sang that at KEGS Camp Hill too c1956-61.
 
here you are nico
Fantastic voice gives me shivers and reminds me of Nan. I didn't know the introduction. She sang Loola Loola Loola Loola bye bye, does ya want the moon was play with, etc in her Black Country accent. And Go to sleep my baby. close your pretty eyes, sandal softly sweeping through the darkened skies, Lady moon (I thought it was baby moon) keep whinging, starts begin to peep , time for little picannies to go to sleep. I thought pica ninnies were little dogs then.
 
It was sandman softy sweeping, I mistyped.And lady moon keeps shining not whingeing! Mac changes things I am sure.
It is time for me to renew Nan's little kerbstone plaque is why I was reminded of her.

1950's Somerville Road school song/hymn (and I think of a few other schools too?)

When a knight won his spurs, in the stories of old,
He was gentle and brave, he was gallant and bold
With a shield on his arm and a lance in his hand,
For God and for valour he rode through the land.

No charger have I, and no sword by my side,
Yet still to adventure and battle I ride,
Though back into storyland giants have fled,
And the knights are no more and the dragons are dead.

Let faith be my shield and let joy be my steed
'Gainst the dragons of anger, the ogres of greed;
And let me set free with the sword of my youth,
From the castle of darkness, the power of the truth.
 
1950's Somerville Road school song/hymn (and I think of a few other schools too?)

When a knight won his spurs, in the stories of old,
He was gentle and brave, he was gallant and bold
With a shield on his arm and a lance in his hand,
For God and for valour he rode through the land.

No charger have I, and no sword by my side,
Yet still to adventure and battle I ride,
Though back into storyland giants have fled,
And the knights are no more and the dragons are dead.

Let faith be my shield and let joy be my steed
'Gainst the dragons of anger, the ogres of greed;
And let me set free with the sword of my youth,
From the castle of darkness, the power of the truth.
Did you have the small blue hymn book?
 
Fire, fire, fire down below, fetch a bucket of water boys there`s fire down below. Put him in a long boat boat & keel haul him, erlie in the morning.
Silent night in German, Oh come all ye faithful in latin.
 
bet you was a maurice dancer:grinning:
We did country dancing at school. I was captain of my team partnering Elaine Hancock. A big wench bigger now. We were the worst of 4 teams but we had the best laugh. Neil & Christopher had to dance together they hated it. Neil had to be the girl., And when we did dances in a big ring like In and Out The Bonny Bluebells Or a Scottish dance, or when you changed partners in the dance he was really embarrassed. We were always short of girls. Right through school.I am sure I posted this before, sorry if I have. I think the tunes stayed with the same dance.? Like Caluddon. My mate Bob, we are still mates, used to jiggle his partner up and down to this to flash her suspenders. She was a big wench too. We started in a ring then went in to 3 lots of 2 . I remember Black Nab which was very like the Jolly Miller tune. There was a jolly miller once lived on the river Dee etc. Tongue in cheek as he was miserable......So this the burden of my song sand ever more shall be- eee, I care for nobody no not I and nobody cares for me,. Brighton Camp/Parting With My Sally. Catherine Peasecods whatever they are. Shake Shake Shake in the playground which went, I went to Caledonia, to see a country fair, I met a segnorita with flowers in her hair. Shake Shake Shake shake all around etc and we wiggled, I can remember all the tunes but not the names. We sang for our music exam we had to pick a song, and sing out the front with the teacher at the piano and I could play better then her and she knew it so I never got to play. I felt for the children that couldn't sing or read even. I was 10 I think. And the teacher picked on them , Over in the meadow in a nest in a tree sat an old mother birdie and her little birdies three, sing see the muvva and the teacher banged on the desk, said said! and mother! It went to to ten verses and that child suffered. I sang Turn the glasses over. And the Blacksmith. Am rambling again sorry.
 
We did country dancing at school. I was captain of my team partnering Elaine Hancock. A big wench bigger now. We were the worst of 4 teams but we had the best laugh. Neil & Christopher had to dance together they hated it. Neil had to be the girl., And when we did dances in a big ring like In and Out The Bonny Bluebells Or a Scottish dance, or when you changed partners in the dance he was really embarrassed. We were always short of girls. Right through school.I am sure I posted this before, sorry if I have. I think the tunes stayed with the same dance.? Like Caluddon. My mate Bob, we are still mates, used to jiggle his partner up and down to this to flash her suspenders. She was a big wench too. We started in a ring then went in to 3 lots of 2 . I remember Black Nab which was very like the Jolly Miller tune. There was a jolly miller once lived on the river Dee etc. Tongue in cheek as he was miserable......So this the burden of my song sand ever more shall be- eee, I care for nobody no not I and nobody cares for me,. Brighton Camp/Parting With My Sally. Catherine Peasecods whatever they are. Shake Shake Shake in the playground which went, I went to Caledonia, to see a country fair, I met a segnorita with flowers in her hair. Shake Shake Shake shake all around etc and we wiggled, I can remember all the tunes but not the names. We sang for our music exam we had to pick a song, and sing out the front with the teacher at the piano and I could play better then her and she knew it so I never got to play. I felt for the children that couldn't sing or read even. I was 10 I think. And the teacher picked on them , Over in the meadow in a nest in a tree sat an old mother birdie and her little birdies three, sing see the muvva and the teacher banged on the desk, said said! and mother! It went to to ten verses and that child suffered. I sang Turn the glasses over. And the Blacksmith. Am rambling again sorry.
Gathering Peasecods!!
 
I was in the school choir which I loved and we got out of lessons for choir practice when there something special like the school concert, we sang Blow The Wind Southerly, The Cuckoo and Westering Home, Would She We Here, The Lewis Tramping Song, Mairie's Wedding etc. and the Christmas Carol Service. I can still do All In The April Evening in 2 part harmony. We entertained some old people in sheltered flats. Which are still there. We dressed up as babies and sang jingle bells we couldn't understand why we had to dress up. The old people liked it anyway. I sang at The Rose Stainer Home for the blind, all old ladies. One Chap sang Delaney's Donkey and he jigged and he was fat and the change in his pockets jingled. They all laughed anyway. His miserable wife said, "They can't see!" you but mum said:
" they can here it and sense it"
We sang Bless This House. We even got to sing at the Leamington Spa Music Festival and came 2nd with our rendering of Kalinka.
 
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Fire, fire, fire down below, fetch a bucket of water boys there`s fire down below. Put him in a long boat boat & keel haul him, erlie in the morning.
Silent night in German, Oh come all ye faithful in latin.
Mrs Maguire she was a liar took her a way in a black Mariah, and they set her pants on fire, not much of a tune though.
 
Fire, fire, fire down below, fetch a bucket of water boys there`s fire down below. Put him in a long boat boat & keel haul him, erlie in the morning.
Silent night in German, Oh come all ye faithful in latin.
In Amsterdam There Lives a Maid, The Keel Row, The Mermaid. Brennan On The Moor. When Daisies Pied and Violets Blue. Lavendars Blue Dilly Dilly.
 
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