Posts filed under ‘.London’
Margery Brown, on the top of the hill
From Under the Window by Kate Greenaway
“Margery Brown, on the top of the hill,
Why are you standing, idle still?”
“Oh, I’m looking over to London town;
Shall I see the horsemen if I go down?”
“Margery Brown, on the top of the hill,
Why are you standing, listening still?”
“Oh, I hear the bells of London ring,
And I hear the men and the maidens sing.”
“Margery Brown, on the top of the hill,
Why are you standing, waiting still?”
“Oh, a knight is there, but I can’t go down,
For the bells ring strangely in London town.”
Do you know the muffin man
Do you know the muffin man,
The muffin man, the muffin man,
Do you know the muffin man,
Who lives in Drury Lane?
Yes I know the muffin man,
The muffin man, the muffin man,
Yes I know the muffin man,
Who lives in Drury Lane?
Fly to London, yay!
Wow, we are almost ready to fly to London now, here are some of our itineraries.
A British Bank
Mr. Banks:
A British bank is run with precision
A British home requires nothing less!
Tradition, discipline, and rules must be the tools
Without them – disorder! Chaos!
Moral disintegration!
In short, we have a ghastly mess!
Mary Poppins:
I quite agree!
Mr. Banks:
The children must be molded, shaped and taught
That life’s a looming battle to be faced and fought
If they must go on outings
These outings ought to be
Fraught with purpose, yes and practicality!
These silly words like superca…
Superca… superca…
Mary Poppins:
Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious!
Mr. Banks:
Yes, well done, you said it!
And popping through pictures
Have little use, fulfill no basic need!
They’ve got to learn the honest truth
Despite their youth
They must learn…
Mary Poppins:
About the life you lead!
Mr. Banks:
Exactly!
Mary Poppins:
They must feel the thrill of totting up a balanced book
A thousand ciphers neatly in a row
When gazing at a graph that shows the profits up
Their little cup of joy should overflow!
Mr Banks:
Precisely!
Mary Poppins:
It’s time they learned to walk in your footstep
Mr Banks:
My footsteps!
Mary Poppins:
To tread your straight and narrow path with pride
Mr Banks:
With pride!
Mary Poppins:
Tomorrow, just as you suggest pressed and dressed
Jane and Michael will be at your side.
As I was going o’er London Bridge
As I was going o’er London Bridge,
I met a cart full of fingers and thumbs!
Riddle(gloves)
As I was going o’er London Bridge,
I heard something crack;
Not a man in all England
Can mend that!
Riddle(ice)
As I was going o’er London Bridge,
And peeped through a nick,
I saw four and twenty ladies
Riding on a stick.
Riddle(sparks)
As I was going o’er London bridge,
I met a drove of guinea pigs;
They were nick’d and they were nack’d,
And they were all yellow back’d.
Riddle(bees)
London Bridge Is Falling Down
Wikipedia
Lyrics, History and Origins
NIEHS version & audio
YouTube video
London Bridge is Falling Down (The Mother Goose Library) by Peter Spier: bridge history, song score and wonderful illustration!
London Bridge is falling down,
Falling down, falling down,
London Bridge is falling down,
My fair lady.
Build it up with wood and clay,
Wood and clay, wood and clay,
Build it up with wood and clay,
My fair lady.
Wood and clay will wash away,
Wash away, wash away,
Wood and clay will wash away,
My fair lady.
Build it up with bricks and mortar,
Bricks and mortar, bricks and mortar,
Build it up with bricks and mortar,
My fair lady.
Bricks and mortar will not stay,
Will not stay, will not stay,
Bricks and mortar will not stay,
My fair lady.
Build it up with iron and steel,
Iron and steel, iron and steel,
Build it up with iron and steel,
My fair lady.
Iron and steel with bend and bow,
Bend and bow, bend and bow,
Iron and steel with bend and bow,
My fair lady.
Build it up with silver and gold,
Silver and gold, silver and gold,
Build it up with silver and gold,
My fair lady.
Silver and gold will be stolen away,
Stolen away, stolen away,
Silver and gold will be stolen away,
My fair lady.
Set a man to watch all night,
Watch all night, watch all night,
Set a man to watch all night,
My fair lady.
Suppose the man should fall asleep,
Fall asleep, fall asleep,
Suppose the man should fall asleep,
My fair lady.
Give him a pipe to smoke all night,
Smoke all night, smoke all night,
Give him a pipe to smoke all night,
My fair lady.
A Smooth Road to London Town
Music: A Smooth Road to London Town by Kathy Reid-Naiman
A smooth road to London Town,
A smooth road to London Town,
Some are up and some are down,
A smooth road to London Town.
But by and by we came to a wood,
And there the roads are not so good,
A bumpy road, a bumpy road,
A bumpy road to London town.
But by and by we came to a dell,
And there the roads are not so swell,
A rough road, a rough road,
A rough road to London town.
