Hi Everyone, just wanted to say....

Welcome back!

 

We ‘ad a bleedin’ sparrer wot
Lived up a bleedin’ spaht
One day the bleedin’ rain came dahn
An’ washed the bleeder aht.

An’ as 'e layed ‘arf drahnded
Dahn in the bleedin’ street
‘E begged that bleedin’ rainstorm
To bave ‘is bleedin’ feet.

But then the bleedin’ sun came aht
Dried up the bleedin’ rain
So that bleedin’ little sparrer
‘E climbs up ‘is spaht again.

But, Oh! - the cruel sparrer ‘awk
‘E spies ‘im in ‘is snuggery
‘E sharpens up ‘is bleedin’ claws
An’ rips ‘im aht by thuggery.

Jist then a bleedin’ sportin’ type
Wot ‘ad a bleedin’ gun
‘E spots that bleedin’ sparrer ‘awk
An’ blasts ‘is bleedin’ fun.

The moral of the story
Is plain to everyone...
That them wot’s up the bleedin’ spaht
Don’t get no bleedin’ fun.

 

No. It's one of the anonymous Cockney rhymes that I used to perform. They're all very traditional.

This was my favourite - I've extracted this from a website

A muvver was barfin' 'er biby one night,
The youngest of ten and a tiny young mite,
The muvver was poor an' the biby was thin,
Only a skelington covered in skin;
The muvver turned rahnd for the soap off the rack,
She was but a moment, but when she turned back,
The biby was gorn; and in anguish she cried,
"Oh, where is my biby?" — The angels replied:

"Your biby 'as fell dahn the plug-'ole,
Your biby 'as gorn dahn the plaug;
The poor little thing was so skinny an' thin
'E oughter been barfed in a jug;
Your biby is perfekly 'appy,
'E won't need a barf any more,
Your biby 'as fell dahn the plug-'ole,
Not lorst, but gorn before."

AN ALTERNATE VERSION

A mother was bathin' her baby one night
The youngest of ten, a poor little mite
The mother was fat and the baby was fin
T'was nawt but a skellington wrapped up in skin

The mother turned round for the soap from the rack
She weren't gone a minute, but when she got back
Her baby had gone, and in anguish she cried
"Oh, where is my baby?", and the angels replied

Your baby has gorn dahn the plug'ole
Your baby has gorn dahn the plug
The poor little thing was so skinny and thin
He shoulda been bathed in a jug

Your baby is perfik'ly happy
He won't need no bathin' no more
He's workin' his way through the sewers
Not lost, just gone on before

Your baby has gorn dahn the drainpipe
And the chlorine is bad for his eyes
He's havin' a swim, and it's healthy for him
He needed the exercise

Don't worry 'baht 'im, just be 'appy
For I know he is suff'rin' no pain
Your baby has gorn dahn the plug'ole
Let's hope he don't stop up the drain

Your baby is perfik'ly 'appy
He won't need a bath any more
He's muckin' abaht with the angels above
Not lost but gone before

But used to put a last verse in that they don't have on that page.

Your Baby has gorn dawn the plug'ole
Gorn dawn the plug'ole 'as 'e
Baby 'as gorn dawn the plug'ole
Right dawn to Sarfend on Sea.

In the 1960's it became a popular folk song