Diddily Dee Dot's Dreamland for Children Everywhere MollyMusic
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When all the world is young, lad And all the trees are green; And every goose a swan, lad, And every lass a queen; Then hey for boot and horse, lad, And round the world away; Young blood must have its course, lad, And every dog his day.
When all the world is old, lad, And all the trees are brown; And all the sport is stale, lad, And all the wheels run down: Creep home and take your place there, The spent and maimed among: God grant you find one face there You loved when all was young.
This poem about life young and old, whas written by Charles Kingsley. He was the gentleman who wrote the story of the water babies. I thin I am going to see if I can find a small film of The Water Babies and put it on here. For it is one of those fairy tales that very rarely gets any play on the television and yet it is a very, very beautiful story. AND HERE IT IS, SPECIALLY FOR YOU, I HOPE YOU ENJOY AND DON'T GET TO FRIGHTENED OF THE CHIMMNY SWEEP HE IS JUST A SILLY OLD ROBBER. "There is a wonderful song in this called "Hi, Hi, Hi, Hi, Hi Cockalorum."
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Molly the Minstrel can create lots of fun
from long songs, to small stories, for every one.
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Molly the Minstrel can create lots of fun
from long songs, to small stories, for every one. A minstrel was a medievalEuropeanbard
who performed songs whose lyrics told stories about distant places or
about (real or imaginary) historical events . Though minstrels minstrels were eventually
replaced at court by the troubadours, and many became wandering minstrels, performing in the streets and became well liked until the middle of the Renaissance,
despite a decline beginning in the late 15th century. Minstrels fed
into later traditions of traveling entertainers, which continued to be
moderately strong into the early 20th century, and which has some
continuity down to today's buskers or created
their own tales, often they would memorize and embellish the works of
others. Frequently they were retained by royalty and high society. As
the courts became more sophisticated,street musicians.
This Old Man
This old man, he played one; 1 He played knick-knack on my thumb. With a knick-knack, paddy whack, Give a dog a bone; This old man came rolling home.
This old man, he played two; 2 He played knick-knack on my shoe. With a knick-knack, paddy whack, Give a dog a bone; This old man came rolling home.
This old man, he played three; 3 He played knick-knack on my knee. With a knick-knack, paddy whack, Give a dog a bone; This old man came rolling home.
This old man, he played four; 4 He played knick-knack on my door. With a knick-knack, paddy whack, Give a dog a bone; This old man came rolling home.
This old man, he played five; 5 He played knick-knack on my hive. With a knick-knack, paddy whack, Give a dog a bone; This old man came rolling home. This old man, he played six; 6 He played knick-knack on my sticks. With a knick-knack, paddy whack, Give a dog a bone; This old man came rolling home.
This old man, he played seven; 7 He played knick-knack up in heaven. With a knick-knack, paddy whack, Give a dog a bone; This old man came rolling home.
This old man, he played eight; 8 He played knick-knack on my gate. With a knick-knack, paddy whack, Give a dog a bone; This old man came rolling home.
This old man, he played nine; 9 He played knick-knack on my spine. With a knick-knack, paddy whack, Give a dog a bone; This old man came rolling home.
This old man, he played ten; 10 He played knick-knack once again. With a knick-knack, paddy whack, Give a dog a bone; This old man came rolling home.
I have decided that our first musical beginning for Ireland is Michael Finnigan.
thanks to everyone whom I collected music off.
Michael Finnigan
There was an old man called Michael Finnigan, He grew whiskers on his chinigin. The wind blew up and blew them in agin, Poor old Michael Finnigan – Begin agen:
There was an old man called Michael Finnigan, He kicked up an awful dinigin, Because they said he must not singagin Poor old Michael Finnigan, Begin agen:
There was an old man called Michael Finnigan, He went fishing with a pinagin, Caught a fish but dropped it inagin, Poor old Michael Finnigan, Begin agen:
There was an old man called Michael Finnigan, Climbed a tree and barked his shinnigan, Tore off yards and yards of skinnigan, Poor old Michael Finnigan, Begin agen:
There was an old man called Michael Finnigan, He grew fat and he grew thinagin, Then he died and had to be bornagen, Poor old Michael Finnigan
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The Concert Party
Poor little Peter had been invited to a picnic. He had all his best clothes on, and was very excited at the thought of all that lovely food and fun; and then, after all the trouble of dressing, and all Nurse's scolding because he wouldn't stand still, the rain ame pouring down and poor Peter couldn't go to his picnic at all. The worst of it was that he was sick and tired of his toys; he hadn't a single one that he felt at least interest in - and ask for his books, well, they were all right, but who can sit down quietly and read a book when the unkind rain has spoilt a picnic? Not Peter anyhow. He stamped round the nursery in a rage, and it was a very good thing Nurse wasn't there, or there would have been trouble. At last, when he was tired of stamping, he threw himself down at full length on the window seat and lay watching the rain, coming down like long steel rods straight from the grey clouds. All of a sudden he heard a voice at his elbow, a funny little voice that sounded a bit like two bits of stick being grated together. "I should like to know how we're a-goin' to get to this 'ere concert," it remarked. "Here's me and Jessie and Dutch - the three of us - and not a taxi to be seen." Peter started up and saw it was his Chinese doll "Chang-pu" that was speaking. Chang-pu, by the way, had associated with very common dolls before he entered Peter's family. "Well, you'll have to give the concert up," said Peter. "I've had to give my picnic up. It's a jolly nuisance, but one must grin and bear it." "Grin and bear it indeed!" retorted Chang-pu, "is that what you call stamping round the room and kicking your toys about? In any case it's a long sight worse for us. Me and my mates are giving the concert, and if we're not there, well, there won't be no concert, that's all." Peter thought for a little while, then he said, "How far is it?" "Oh, a goodish step," replied Chang-pu. "The concert is to take place on the small table yonder, over agin by the harmchair." "If you like I'll take you there in my train," said Peter. "Oh, that would be just sweet of you," exclaimed Jessie, a nice little black faced dolly in a very colourful frock. "We should love it!" cried Dutch, who was also standing by. "You see I play the piano, so they can't have any singing unless I'm there." Peter jumped down from the window seat to get his train. It was right at the bottom of the toy cupboard, tangled up with all sorts of things, and he broke a horse and cart and the sails of a toy windmill in dragging it out. "I'm afraid it's too small for all of us," said Dutch. "You see we've got our best frocks on and they mustn't be crushed. Haven't you a larger conveyance?" "Well I can hitch my motor wagon on behind," said Peter. "There will be plenty of room then." "Right oh!" replied Chang-pu. "That will do a treat, but look sharp, there's a good chap. Every moment is precious." Peter did look sharp, and when he wheeled up the wagon and coupled it to the engine, the dolls seemed quite satisfied. Chang-pu got inside the wagon, while Jessie sat astride the bonnet, and Dutch had quite a comfortable seat on the engine, where she could spread her long legs out in front and not crush her frills at all. Peter took his place at the back of the wagon, and, making puffing noises with his mouth, got them all along in fine style, so that they reached the concert with two minutes to spare. The principle singer was a funny faced old gentleman with a small cap on the side of his head, and he sang "Three Blind Mice" with so much feeling that large tears ran down Chang-pu's face. Peter obliged with three lines of "A Frog he would a wooing go," all he could remember, and Chang-pu sold the programmes. The whole concert was a brilliant success, and when the time came to go home they invited several friends to go too, because they didn't mind crushing their frocks now the concert was over. So Peter unhitched the engine and took them all home in the motor wagon. He had just arrived safely with his load at the nursery cupboard when Nurse opened the door and said :- "It's left off raining now, Master Peter, and so you can start to the picnic after all." Peter looked at her in surprise, for he had really been enjoying himself so much, he had forgotten about the picnic altogether.
This short story was written by a lady called Jessie Pope quite some years ago. I checked up in Wikipeadia and found this information it is very interesting. However I did find three different writings by her that I couldn't trace. One was this story, the second a poem called "The Lost Lunch." also with a train in it and the third is another rhyme called "The Christmas Porter." both these last two rhymes are in "Pots, Trains and Planes"
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Jessie Pope
From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia
Jessie Pope (1868 - 1941)[1] was an English poet, writer and journalist best known for her patrioticWorld War I. motivational poems published during the war.
Born in Leicester, she was educated at Craven House, Leicester, and North London Collegiate School. She was a regular contributor to Punch, The Daily Mail and The Daily Express, also writing for Vanity Fair, Pall Mall Magazine and the Windsor.
There's a hole in the bucket, dear Liza, dear Liza;
There's a hole in the bucket, dear Liza, a hole.
Then fix it, dear Henry, dear Henry, dear Henry;
Then fix it, dear Henry, dear Henry, fix it.
With what shall I fix it, dear Liza, dear Liza?
With what shall I fix it, dear Liza, with what?
With a straw , dear Henry, dear Henry, dear Henry;
With a straw , dear Henry, dear Henry, a straw.
But the straw is too long, dear Liza, dear Liza;
But the straw is too long, dear Liza, too long.
Then cut it, dear Henry, dear Henry, dear Henry;
Then cut it, dear Henry, dear Henry, cut it.
With what shall I cut it, dear Liza, dear Liza?
With what shall I cut it, dear Liza, with what?
With an axe, dear Henry, dear Henry, dear Henry;
With an axe , dear Henry, dear Henry, an axe.
The axe is too dull, dear Liza, dear Liza;
The axe is too dull, dear Liza, too dull.
Then sharpen it, dear Henry, dear Henry, dear Henry;
Then sharpen it, dear Henry, dear Henry, sharpen it.
With what shall I sharpen it, dear Liza, dear Liza?
With what shall I sharpen it, dear Liza, with what?
With a stone, dear Henry, dear Henry, dear Henry;
With a stone, dear Henry, dear Henry, a stone.
The stone is too dry, dear Liza, dear Liza;
The stone is too dry, dear Liza, too dry.
Then wet it, dear Henry, dear Henry, dear Henry;
Then wet it, dear Henry, dear Henry, wet it.
With what shall I wet it, dear Liza, dear Liza? With what shall I wet it, dear Liza, with what?
With water, dear Henry, dear Henry, dear Henry;
With water, dear Henry, dear Henry, with water.
In what shall I fetch it, dear Liza, dear Liza?
In what shall I fetch it, dear Liza, in what?
In the bucket, dear Henry, dear Henry, dear Henry;
In the bucket, dear Henry, dear Henry, in the bucket.
BUT
"THERE'S A HOLE IN THE BUCKET........"
Puff the Magic Dragon words by: Lenny Lipton music by: Peter Yarrow (of Peter, Paul and Mary)
Puff, the magic dragon Lived by the sea And frolicked in the autumn mist In a land called Honah Lee
Little Jackie Paper Loved that rascal Puff, And brought him strings and sealing wax And other fancy stuff. Oh!
Puff, the magic dragon Lived by the sea And frolicked in the autumn mist In a land called Honah Lee
Puff, the magic dragon Lived by the sea And frolicked in the autumn mist In a land called Honah Lee
Together they would travel On a boat with billowed sail Jackie kept a lookout perched On Puff's gigantic tail
Noble kings and princes Would bow when e'er they came, Pirate ships would lower their flag When Puff roared out his name. Oh!
Puff, the magic dragon Lived by the sea And frolicked in the autumn mist In a land called Honah Lee
A dragon lives forever But not so little boys Painted wings and giant rings Make way for other toys.
One grey night it happened, Jackie Paper came no more And Puff that mighty dragon, He ceased his fealess roar.
His head was bent in sorrow, Green scales fell like rain, Puff no longer went to play Along the cherry lane.
Without his life-long friend, Puff could not be brave, So Puff that mighty dragon Sadly slipped into his cave. Oh!
(Sing Chorus Softly)
Puff, the magic dragon Lived by the sea And frolicked in the autumn mist In a land called Honah Lee (Sing Chorus Loudly)
Puff, the magic dragon Lived by the sea And frolicked in the autumn mist In a land called Honah Lee
Here is another new Video Picture Show from all the different contributions that appear on You Tube. I can never give to much praise to these wonderfully talented people, young and old who make all these wonderful shows.
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As it happens these small songs all come from the same person Jorgeembon, they are mainly in Spanish but if you know "Row, Row, Row Your Boat" in English the tune is the same in most languages. So sit back and enjoy, Diddily xxx
The House that Jack Built
This is the malt that lay in the house that Jack built.
This is the rat,that ate the malt. that lay in the house that Jack built.
This is the cat, that killed the rat, that ate the malt, that lay in the house that Jack built.
This is the dog, that worried the cat, that killed the rat, That ate the malt that lay in the house that Jack built.
This is the cow with the crumpled horn, that tossed the dog, That worried the cat, that killed the rat, that ate the malt, That lay in the house that Jack built. This is the maiden all forlorn, that milked the cow with the crumpled horn, that tossed the dog, that worried the cat,that killed the rat, that ate the malt. That lay in the house that Jack built.
This is the man all tattered and torn, that kissed the maiden all forlorn, that milked the cow with the crumpled horn, that tossed the dog, that worried the cat, that killed the rat, that ate the malt. That lay in the house that Jack built
This is the priest all shaven and shorn, that married the man all tattered and torn, that kissed the maiden all forlorn, that milked the cow with the crumpled horn, that tossed the dog, that worried the cat, that killed the rat, that ate the malt that lay in the house that Jack built.
This is the cock that crowed in the morn, that waked the priest all shaven and shorn, that married the man all tattered and torn, that kissed the maiden all forlorn, that milked the cow with the crumpled horn, that tossed the dog, that worried the cat, That killed the rat, that ate the malt that lay in the house that Jack built.
This is the farmer sowing his corn, that kept the cock that crowed in the morn, that waked the priest all shaven and shorn, That married the man all tattered and torn, that kissed the maiden all forlorn, that milked the cow with the crumpled horn, That tossed the dog, that worried the cat, that killed the rat. That ate the malt, that lay in the house that Jack built.
This wonderful collection of Felt pictures I have borrowed from this wonderful website. It truly is quite amazing, with many different varients. The company although in the States, do deliver abroad.
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Molly the Minstrel
PRESENT'S
"ALL IN A DAY'S WORK!"
There we an old man, who lived in a wood, As you may plainly see. He said he could do as much work in a day, As his wife could do in three. "With all my heart," the old woman said, "If that you will allow. Tomorrow you'll stay at home in my stead, And I'll go drive the plough. "But you must milk the Tidy cow, For fear that she go dry. And you must feed the little pigs That are within the sty. And you must mind the speckled hen, For fear she lay away. And you must reel the spool of yarn, That I spun yesterday."
The old woman took a staff in her hand, And went to drive the plough. The old man took a pail in his hand, And went to milk the cow. But Tidy hinched, and Tidy flinched, And Tidy broke his nose. And Tidy gave him such a blow, That the blood ran down to his toes. "Hey! Tidy! ho! Tidy! Hey! Tidy! do stand still, If ever I milk you, Tidy, again, 'Twill be against my will!"
He went to feed the little pigs That were within the sty, He hit his head against the beam, And this made his blood to fly. He went to mind the speckled hen, For fear she'd laid astray, And he forgot the spool of yarn That his wife spun yesterday.
So he swore by the sun, and the moon, and the stars, And the green leaves on the tree, "If my wife doesn't do a day's work in her life, She shall ne'er be ruled by me."
Diddily is here to watch Tom and Jerry with you.
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Zippidy do da, zippity day, My, oh my what a wonderful day. Plenty of Sunshine heading my way, Zippidy do da, zippidy day.
Princess Vanilla
Once upon a time there lived a beautiful princess. Her name was Princess Vanilla. Unfortunately everything the princess touched would melt. No matter what it was; metal, wood, stone it didn't matter, everything she touched would melt in her hand. Because of this all the men in the kingdom were afraid of her and nobody would dare ask for her hand in marriage.
Her father, the king despaired, what could he do to help his daughter?
He consulted all the wizards and magicians in the land nothing seemed to work then one day an old wizard told the king, "If your daughter touches one thing that doesn't melt in her hands, she will be cured, you just have to find out what it is." The king was overjoyed and came up with a plan, he would set a challenge that any man that could bring his daughter an object that would not melt in her hands could marry her and inherit the king's wealth. Not long after three young princes took up the challenge and the competition began. The first prince brought a sword of the finest steel, but alas, once the princess touched it, it melted. The prince went away, sadly the Princess Vanilla was not going to be his bride.
The second prince brought diamonds. He thought diamonds are the hardest substance
in the world and surely they wouldn't melt.
But alas, once the princess touched them, they apeared like ice cubes and melted away to nothing. He too was sent away disappointed.
It was time for the third prince to come forward to meet the princess. He was very handsome and the princess was hoping that whatever he had wouldn't melt away.
He whispered into the princesses ear.
"Put your hand in my pocket and feel what it is that is in there?" Blushing, the princess frowned but she did as she was told and gently put her hand into the young princes pocket. She felt something hard so she caught hold of it and held it in her hand. "It didn't melt!!! Daddy it didn't melt!!" she shouted and taking her hand out of the young man's pocket she grabbed him around the neck and kissed him.
They instantly fell in love, the king was overjoyed. Everybody in the kingdom was overjoyed. In fact there was much happiness to be had all over the Kingdom. They were soon married and they both lived happily ever after................
.......................... Oh gosh I've just remembered, did I tell you what it was that the young Prince had in his pocket? ....I didn't then you'd better follow me.
Puff the Magic Dragon
There we an old man, who lived in a wood,
And you must reel the spool of yarn,
"Hey! Tidy! ho! Tidy! 
He hit his head against the beam,
And the green leaves on the tree,
This old man, he played one; 1
This old man, he played two; 2
He played knick-knack on my knee.
This old man, he played four; 4
This old man, he played five; 5
This old man, he played six; 6
This old man, he played eight; 8
He played knick-knack on my spine.
He played knick-knack once again.
Michael Finnigan
The Concert Party
clouds.
Peter thought for a little while, then he said, "How far is it?"
broke a horse and cart and the sails of a toy windmill in dragging it out.
Chang-pu got inside the wagon, while Jessie sat astride the bonnet, and Dutch had quite a comfortable seat on the engine, where she could spread her long legs out in front and not crush her frills at all. 
reached the concert with two minutes to spare.
The whole concert was a brilliant success, and when the time came to go home they invited several friends to go too,
because they didn't mind crushing their frocks now the concert was over. 
pboard when Nurse opened the door and said :- 
With a stone, dear Henry, dear Henry, dear Henry;
With what shall I wet it, dear Liza, dear Liza?
wood, stone it didn't matter, everything she touched would melt in her hand. Because of this all the men in the kingdom were afraid of her and nobody would dare ask for her hand in marriage. 
