16. Jun, 2015

My Weekly Blog, Chapter 3.

As I am writing this, some things are coming back to me after I have posted it.  To save boring anyone who is reading it, I will put any new stuff in to the relevant chapter and print it in this weekly blog as well.

Chapter 3.

We played French skipping, two balls ......................................................................................

When we wanted to play a game that used a lot of people,  used to hook up with each and walk round the playground calling out "Who wants to play" ie, The Big Ship Sails Through the Ally Ally O, etc.   When we wanted to play The Farmer's In His Den, we used to have to get a boy to play.  We would make an arch and he would be in his den.  He would then want a wife and would choose, usually the prettiest girl.  She wanted a child, so she chose someone and so on.  The lyrics are as follows: 

 

The farmer's in his den
The farmer's in his den
Eee eye addy-oh
The farmer's in his den

The farmer wants a wife
The farmer wants a wife
Eee eye addy-oh
The farmer wants a wife

The wife wants a child
The wife wants a child
Eee eye addy-oh
The wife wants a child

The child wants a dog
The child wants a dog
Eee eye addy-oh
The child wants a dog

The dog wants a bone
The dog wants a bone
Eee eye addy-oh
The dog wants a bone

We all pat the dog
We all pat the dog
Eee eye addy-oh
We all pat the dog

(All of the kids go crazy patting the poor 'dog'!)

The person who got to be the dog, used to dread as we all patted them “very gently”.  Not! 

 

I wouldn’t have liked to clear up the mess when she exploded!  ..........................................................

As you can see, I was quite gullible.  There was a couple of sayings that were used at the time.  Someone would say to you,  “Say knife and fork”.  So you would say “Knife and fork” and they would reply “Oh teacher told you not to talk!”  This was a bit alarming the first time it was said to you, as was “I’m telling on you”, and you would say “why” and they would say “Z”. However, when my dad told us not to step in the battery acid spilt on the floor because it was corrosive, my brothers and I would dip out shoes  tentively in and out very quickly, just to see what would happen!