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With all the talk about the song on another post I did a search and came across this site. Thought it might be fun for those who want to check out the words to older folk songs.
http://www.traditionalmusic.co.uk/folk- ... Boleyn.htm

What did we do before we had computers? I was talking to a friend today about Albert Einstein, yeah, ol' Bert is often on our minds, we were wondering what he would have accomplished if he had had a laptop. Think of the hours he spent on calculations alone.

I've always thought this Tom Lehrer song could be about good old Anne. I've got a whole songbook full of them. These lyrics are from this site:
http://www.sing365.com/music/lyric.nsf/ ... 7D0028A9E0


Irish Ballad

About a maid I'll sing a song,
Sing rickety-tickety-tin,
About Sinead I'll sing a song
Who didn't have her family long.
Not only did she do them wrong,
She did ev'ryone of them in, them in,
She did ev'ryone of them in.

One morning in a fit of pique,
Sing rickety-tickety-tin,
One morning in a fit of pique,
She drowned her father in the creek.
The water tasted bad for a week,
And we had to make do with gin, with gin,
We had to make do with gin.

Her mother she could never stand,
Sing rickety-tickety-tin,
Her mother she cold never stand,
And so a cyanide soup she planned.
The mother died with a spoon in her hand,
And her face in a hideous grin, a grin,
Her face in a hideous grin.

She set her sister's hair on fire,
Sing rickety-tickety-tin,
She set her sister's hair on fire,
And as the smoke and flame rose high'r,
Danced around the funeral pyre,
Playin' a violin, -olin,
Playin' a violin.

She weighted her brother down with stones,
Rickety-tickety-tin,
She weighted her brother down with stones,
And sent him off to Davy Jones.
All they ever found were some bones,
And occasional pieces of skin, of skin,
Occasional pieces of skin.

One day when she had nothing to do,
Sing rickety-tickety-tin,
One day when she had nothing to do,
She cut her baby brother in two,
And served him up as an Irish stew,
And invited the neighbors in, -bors in,
Invited the neighbors in.

And when at last the police came by,
Sing rickety-tickety-tin,
And when at last the police came by,
Her little pranks she did not deny,
To do so she would have had to lie,
And lying, she knew, was a sin, a sin,
Lying, she knew, was a sin.

My tragic tale, I won't prolong,
Rickety-tickety-tin,
My tragic tale I won't prolong,
And if you do not enjoy my song,
You've yourselves to blame if it's too long,
You should never have let me begin, begin,
You should never have let me begin.

Good old Tom. Remember him singing in the park in San Francisco in the 60"s. "If You're Going to San Francisco"-well I did. What a hoot. carold

You can tell if a song is really old by the fact that lines repeat themselves. This was a ploy to give them time to think of the next line, and also, because nothing was written down, as a memory aid. I liked that one. Reminded me of Lizzie ? gave her father 40 whacks? what was her name?

Lizzie Borden

My Dad use to sing a song about a Mr Dunderbeck who built a sausage meat machine.

"Now pussycats and long tailed rats will never more be seen!
They'll all be ground to sausage meat in Dunderbeck's machine"

Anyone remember listening to Dr. Demento on the radio in the 60s and 70s? I learned the most marvelously horrible songs from that show. Things like,

"Fish eggs, fish eggs, roly poly fish eggs.
Fish eggs, fish eggs, eat them up, yum."

Or the spam song, and all kinds of the Tom Lehrer songs.

Sparkle, I resemble those old songs, old songs, old songs. carold

my husband used to and when he can be talked into it will still sing a song called
Hadacol not sure of the spelling the jest of it was they had to call it comething so they called it Hadacal
about this tonic that people would take and in one verse for hair got waves waves of skin
it was a fun fun song
sheila