ML Songs

1st leggy 2nd leggy jibby and thru back bridgey burly and I love you .	Jelly on the table jelly on the floor wibble wobble, wibble wobble lets have some M O R E
There she goes, there she goes, peerie heels and pointed toes Look at her feet, she thinks she's neat Black stockings and dirty feet. Katie Beardie had a coo, It was yellow, black and blue Open the gate and let it through Dance Katie Beardie .	Hot peas & barley-o, barley-o, barley-o Hot peas and barley-o, sugary cakes and candy. This is the way the teacher stands This is the way she folds her arms This is the way she claps her hands and this is the way she dances
.Murder murder polis three stairs up, the wummin in the middle door hut me wae a cup, ma heeds aw broken ma face is aw cut, murder murder polis three stairs up.	Away down upon the Swanee river where I fell in ( with a splash and a dash ) along came an alligator singing.... Brittania, Brittania, Maw's making jam Chinese sausages and Belfast ham
My girls a corker.....She's a New Yorker I'd do most anything to keep her in style She's got a pair of legs... Just like two ham n eggs That's the way the money goes Oompa oompa, oom pa pa, oom pa pa, oom pa pa Oompa oompa, oom,pa pa, thats the way the money goes .	If you should see a big fat wummin standin' in the corner bummin' THAT'S MA MAMMY --------------------------------------------- Tell tale tit, yer mammy canny knit, yer daddy cannie go tae bed withoot a dummy tit.

Oor wee school's the best wee school
the best wee school in Glesga
The only thing thats wrang wi it
is the baldy-heided maister
He goes tae the pub on a Setterday night
he goes tae church on Sunday
And prays for god tae gie him strength
tae belt the weans on Monday.

Be baw babbity babbity babbity,
be baw babbity, a lassie or a wee lawdie,

A widnae hae a lawdie o, lawdie o, lawdie o,
a widnae hae a lawdie o, ad rether hae a wee lassie

A widnae get merrit if a wis you, if a wis you, if a wis you,
a widnae get merrit if a wis you, ad rether stie wae ma mammy

Clap a clap a handies

daddies comin hame

pennies in his pocket

for his wee wean.

Captain Cook was making soup
his wife was making jelly
Captain Cooke fell in the soup
and burnt his rubber belly

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The bell, the bell, the B, I, L
Tell the teacher I'm no' well
If I'm late, shut the gate,
The bell, the bell, the B, I, L
(spelling was not up to scratch due to the fact that
he/she was always dogging off school. Ron McPhee)

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Three cheers for the red white and blue
sticks to yer bum like glue
O ye laugh and ye laugh but you cannie get it aff
three cheers for the red white and blue.
(Where I learned this from I have no idea but I am inclined to
believe that my mammy sung it. Ron McPhee)

. O ye canny shove yer Granny aff the bus, O ye canny shove yer Granny aff the bus, O ye canny shove yer Granny 'Cos she's yer Mammy's Mammy O ye canny shove yer Granny aff the bus. Ye can shove yer ither Granny aff the bus. Ye can shove yer ither Granny aff the bus. Ye can shove yer ither Granny 'Cos she's yer Faither's Mammy Ye can shove yer ither Granny aff the bus. Ye can shove yer Uncle Wullie aff the bus. Ye can shove yer Uncle Wullie aff the bus. Uncle Wullie's like yer Faither A harum-scarum blether, Ye can shove yer Uncle Wullie aff the bus. Singing....I will if you will....so will I Singing....I will if you will....so will I Singing, I will if you will, I will if you will I will if you will, so will I ..	. There's the book and tak the hook an' run awa doon tae the store get a loaf and potted-head the same as ye got before tell the man tae mark the book the quarter's at the end when a get doon I'll jist nip roon and get ma dividend! ( one of my Granny's old songs) .
	No' last night but the night before three wee monkeys came tae ma door One wi' a trumpet and one wi' a drum And one wi' a pancake stuck tae its bum! .
	Oh they're tearin' doon the buildings next tae oors, and they're sendin' us tae greenbelt trees an fleurs, but we do not want to go, and we daily tell them so but they're tearin' doon the buildings next tae oors. .

Ma maw's a millionaire ( would you believe it )
blue eyes and curly hair
Sitting among the Eskimos
playing a game o' dominoes, ma Maw's a millionaire

Ma maw's a millionaire ( would you believe it )
blue eyes and curly hair
Gies the wee society man,
tuppence ha'penny when she can, ma Maw's a millionaire

Ma maw's a millionaire ( would you believe it )
blue eyes and curly hair
Stoats ma faither aff the wa,
like a wee cahochie baw. ma Maw's a millionaire
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As I was going tae the fish shop,
a wee dug stole a haddie bone,
A big dug shouted haufers,
an' a hut him wae a tottie scone.
I went tae ma Auntie Sarahs,
ma Auntie Sarah wisnae in,
so a bored a hole in the windae,
an' shouted Sarah are ye in?.

Her heed wis lying on the table,
her hair wis hinging oot the bed,
an' a laughed an' a laughed an' a laughed so hard
when she scratched her widdin leg..

ABC minors, Olympia picture hall, Bridgeton
We are the boys & girls well known as
minors of the ABC....
And every Saturday we line up, to sing the songs
we love and shout aloud with glee !
We love to laugh and have a sing song
Just a happy crowd are we......
We're all pals together.... We're minors of the ABC
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Skinny ma linky long legs umbrela feet
Went tae the picture an' could nae find a seat
He got the bus hame an' he widnea pey his fare
So the rotten auld conductor kicked him doon the sterr

Ma maw says, Af tae go,
Wae ma faithers dinner o,
beef an totties, stewin steak,
wae a wee bit curran cake.

A came tae a river, could nae get acrose,
payied ten bob fur an auld scabby horse,
A jumped on its back, Its bone gave a crack,
O I'll play ma fiddle till the boat gets back,
Singing dont be weary, try tae be cheery,
I'll play ma fiddle till the boat gets back.

The local girls who a few days before there Wedding day being hurled around the street in a pram with all their clothing sewn with bright coloured ribbons and a big white chanty-po filled with salt and two wee dollies and coins which had been put in by passing strangers.
The entourage having called in every pub in the neighbourhood then headed for the grooms home giving him a "shirikin", shouting up at the window "come oot ( mans name ) we know yer hame" and singing more songs like:-
A widnae get merried if ah wis you
if ah wis you if ah wis you
Ah widnae get merried if Ah wis you
Ad rether stey wae ma mammy,
And shouts of "hard up, hard up" and banging on tin lids, frying pans and the said chanty-po.

And all the time the groom is hiding behind the curtain (quite enjoying the attention) and telling his mammy tae shout doon that "he's no' in".
Many will remember this especially if they themselves have experienced the pram hurl.

Note a pram wasn't always used as some girls would just walk around the local streets and pubs singing and shouting, with the bride-to-be, the poor lassie having tae kiss every man who put money in her pot!.

More wedding songs :-

Down in yonder meadow
where the green grass grows,
there (girls name)
she bleaches all her clothes.
and she sang and she sang
and she sang so sweet
and she sang (mans name)
across the street.

Mary made a dumpling
she made it awful nice
she cut it up in slices and gave us all a slice
saying taste it taste it don't say no
for tomorrow is my wedding day
and I must go!

Agree! Agree! I hope you will agree
for tomorrow is my wedding day
and I must go.

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Hand up kick the can
(girls name) got a man
If ye want tae know his name
his name is (mans name).

Another version of the Dumpling Song
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Down in yonder meadow where the green grass grows, There (girls name) was hanging out her clothes,
She sang, she sang, she sang so sweet, She sang (boys name) from across the street.

He cuddled her & cuddled her & put her on his knee,, He asked if she'd marry him, & she did agree.
Her mammy made a dumpling, she made it awfy nice, She cut it up in slices & gave us all a slice,

Saying taste it, taste it & don't say no, Tomorrow is my wedding day & I must go.

After the wedding he took her up to bed, Then in the morning he found that she was dead.
They sent for the nurse but she couldn't come, because she had a pimple on her bum bum bum.

So in came the doctor & out went the cat, In came the wee man with the sugarolly hat
The hat, the hat, the sugarolly hat, Ah widny gie ye a fordin for yer sugarolly hat.
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This is my 84 year old sister's version of this song,
I'm sure there must be a lot of different versions to this one & other Glasgow Street songs.........May Sutherland

Beatties' biscuits are the best In yer belly they digest Doon the lavvy they go west Beatties biscuits are the best.	Mrs Mcguire peed in the fire The fire was to hot She peed in the pot The pot was to wee She peed in the sea The sea was to wide She peed in the Clyde And aw the wee beasties ran up her backside.
I went tae the East I went tae the West I went tae the Alla Balla The only wan that I could find was big fat Suzyanna I took her tae the dance wan night and sat her doon tae supper The table fell and she fell tae and stuck her nose in the butter The butter the butter the holy margarine Two black eyes and a jeely nose and the rest a' painted green.	Dopey Dinah Went tae China In a plate of Semolina. ------------------------------------------ Look up Look doon You owe me hauf a croon

My faithers a lavatory cleaner
he cleans oot the lavvies at night
and when he gets hame in the mornin'
his boots are awe covered in....
shine up yer buttons wae brasso
it only cost tuppence a tin
ye'll get it in woolies fur nuthing
as long as there's naebody in!

Some say that he died of a fever
some say that he died of a fright
but ah know as sure as you know
he fell in a bucket of ....
shine up yer buttons wae brasso
it only cost tuppence a tin
ye'll get it in woolies fur nuthing
as long as there's naebody in!

My brother Bill is a fireman bold.....he pits oot fires
he's only twenty two years old........he pits oot fires
he went tae fight a fire one night
somebody shouted dynamite
wherever he is he'll be alright.........he pits oot fires.
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Ah'm no comin oot the noo the noo
Ah'm no comin oot the noo
Ah'm ver sorry Lizzie Mackay, for disappointin' you
Ma mothers away wi' ma claes tae the pawn
Tae raise a bob or two
An' ah'v just a fur aroon ma neck
So ah'm no commin oot the noo.

Wee chookie burdy tol tol lol
laid an egg on the windy sole
the windy sole began tae crack
wee chookie burdy quack quack quack!
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Kiltie Kiltie cauld bum three stairs up
The wumin in the middle door hut me wi' a cup
ma heeds awe bleedin ma nose is awe cut
Kiltie Kiltie cauld bum three stairs up.

When I was in the Lifeboys in Bridgeton in the 1960's we
used to sing this song........Ian Smith, England,

We are some of the 161, We are some of the boys,
We know our manners and how to spend our tanners
whether it's right or wrong,
As we go marching through the East-end streets
door and windows open wide,
You can hear the children cry the 161 are passing by
We are some of the boys.

Fares please fares please
You'll always hear me say
As I go up an doon the tramcar every day
Oh Ah work fur the corporation
You'll know me by my dress
Ah'm Lizzie MacDougal fae Auchenshuggle
The Caur con-duc-ter-ess.

Ther wis a wee lassie She cam' frae Camlachie
She hurt-it her bum on a wee chuckie stane
A sodjer was passin'
An filled wi compassion
He lifted her up an he carried her hame.

( Hullaw ther' chinas )
Francie and Josie singing the Hanley and Gourley song 'Camlachie' Ricky Fulton and Jack Milroy at their very best.

Camlachie Camlachie I love you my ain,
I love every stick every broken doon stane
And the tenement close
where I played as a wean
Was the nicest wee close in Camlachie.

My memory dear never changes wae time
Oh the rickity dyke where the boys used tae climb
It wis mankey and mocket and covered wae grime
But I loved that wee dyke in Camlachie
(chorus)
At hunch cuddy hunch a wid sometimes get hurt
an then we'd play jorries knee deep in the durt
And although I had never a tail tae ma shurt
I could aye wipe my nose in Camlachie.
(chorus)
We raked in the middins awe covered in glaur* (*mud)
And caught baggie minnies tae swim in a jaur
and sometimes we'd steal a wee hurl in a caur
We were heroes awrite in Camlachie.

Ah'm no hairy Mary ah'm yer maw
Ah'm no hairy Mary ah'm yer maw
Ah'm no hairy Mary, ah'm ye maws canary
Ah'm no hairy Mary I'm yer maw.

It's murder, mighty murder in the hoose
when the cat he does a rhumba wi a moose
If ye hit him wi a poker, he'll dae the Karioca
It's murder mighty murder in the hoose.

It's murder mighty murder in the school
It's murder mighty murder in the school
If ye canny dae yer spellin,
they'll melt ye wae a mellin*
(or: If ye canny dae yer grammar,
they'll hit ye wae a hammer )

It's murder mighty murder in the jail
where they feed you breed
and watter frae a pail
If ye ask them fur a tinny,
they'll send ye tae Barlinnie
It's murder mighty murder in the jail.

(* a hammering.)

A wannie go hame, a wannie go hame

Tae ma wee hoose in Barlinnie

An when a get there a'll pull up a chair,
an waash ma face in a tinny.

The purridge is great, ye dont need a plate

Ye only need a hammer an a chisil

A wannie go hame, a wannie go hame

Tae ma wee hoose in Barlinnie

Does yer Maw drink gin?
Does she drink it oot a tin?
Does she get a funny feeling
That she's gonny hit the ceiling
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Murder murder polis three sters up,
the wummin in the middle door hut me wae a cup,
ma heeds aw broken ma face is aw cut,
murder murder polis three stairs up

Three Craws
Three craws sat upon a wa'
Sat upon a wa', sat upon a wa',
Three craws sat upon a wa',
On a cauld and frosty mornin'.

The first craw was greetin' for his maw,
Greetin' for his maw, greetin for his maw,
The first craw was greetin' for his maw,
On a cauld and frosty mornin'.

The second craw fell and broke his jaw,
Fell and broke his jaw,, fell and broke his jaw,
The second craw, fell and broke his jaw,
On a cauld and frosty mornin'.

The third craw, couldnae caw at a',
Couldnae caw at a', couldnae caw at a',
The third craw, couldnae caw at a',
On a cauld and frosty mornin'.

An thats' a', absolutely a',
Absolutely a', absolutely a',
An that's a', absolutely a',
On a cauld and frosty mornin'.

Where was moses when the lights conked out
he was up Sauchiehall Street smoking a dout
the dout was wee and so was he
where was Moses when the light conked out
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May the best you ever see
be the worst you ever see
May a mouse ne'er leave yir girnal
wi a tear drap in it's e'e

May yer lum keep blithly reekin
till yir auld enough tae dee
and may yi aye be jist as happy
as I wish you now to be
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Sunday School choruses.....'running over', 'deep and wide' ( remember the hand actions!)
Running over, running over, my cups full and running over, since the Lord saved me, I'm as happy as can be my cups full and running over ! .	Deep and wide, Deep and wide there's a fountain flowing deep & wide Hallelujah! for its deep & wide, deep & wide there's a fountain flowing deep & wide!
Climb Climb up sunshine mountain, heavenly breezes blow Climb climb up sunshine mountain faces all aglow Turn turn your back on sorrow, looking to the sky Climb climb up sunshine mountain You and I	. Give me oil in my lamp, keep it burning Give me oil in my lamp I pray Give me oil in my lamp, keep it burning Keep it burning till the break of day sing hosanna, sing hosanna, sing hosanna till the break of day sing hosanna, sing hosanna, sing hosanna till the break of day