I am a little beggar-girl,
My mother she is dead,
My father is a drunkard
And won’t give me no bread.
I look out of the window
To hear the organ play--
God bless my dear mother,
She gone far away.
Ding-dong the castle bells
Bless my poor mother--
Her coffin shall be black,
Six white angels at her back--
Two to watch and two to pray,
And two to carry her soul away.
Not a very cheerful rope-song, you’ll say; but our girls love it; you
can’t think how it makes them laugh. They laugh more than the boys,
anyhow, over their games--
or
Cold meat, mutton pies,
Tell me when your mother dies.
I’ll be there to bury her--
Cold meat, mutton pies.
which is also sung like this:
Cold meat, mutton chops,
Tell me when your mother drops.
I’ll be there to pick her up--
Cold meat, mutton chops.
or
My name is sweet (Jennie), my age is sixteen,
My father’s a father [farmer] and I am a Queen.
Got plenty of money to dress me in silk,
But nobody loves me but (Gladys dear).
or
My mother sent me out a-fishing,
Fishing cockles in the sea.
My foot slipped and I tumbled in--
Two little nigger-boys laughed at me.
or
Charlie likes whisky,
Charlie likes brandy,
Charlie likes kissing girls--
O sugar-de-candy.
or (a new one)
What O she bumps,
She skips and she jumps,
If she don’t jump
I’ll make her bump.
or (ring game)
There was a jolly miller and he lived by himself,
As the mill went round he made his wealth,
One hand in his pocket and the other in his bag--
As the mill went round he made his grab.
or (ring game)
Wallie, Wallie, Wall-flowers
Growing up so high--
All these young ladies
Will all have to die.
Excepting (Mabel Groves), she is the only one,
She can hop and she can skip,
She can turn the organ--
Hi, Hi, turn again,
Turn your face to the wall again.
or
In and out the windows (repeat twice)
As you have done before.
Stand and face your lover (repeat twice)
As you have done before.
Take her off to London etc.
Bring her back from London etc.
Kiss her before you leave her etc.
or
Here we go Loobeloo, here we go Loobellee,
Here we go Loobelloo, on a Sunday afternoon.
Put your right arm in, put your right arm out,
Shake it a little, a little, then turn yourself about.
Put your left arm in (repeat as before).
Put your right leg in, etc.
Put your left leg in, etc.
Put your noddle in, etc.
Put your whole self in, etc.
or (an old one)
Public-domain text, read in full here on John Shaqi.
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