We used to sing....
Oh, knees up, Mother Brown, Knees up, Mother Brown. Under the table you must go, Ee-I-Ee-I-Ee-I-O. If I catch you bending I'll saw your legs right off, So, knees up, knees up, Don't get the breeze up, Knees up, Mother Brown.
Oh my, what a rotten song what a rotten song what a rotten song Oh my, what a rotten song what a rotten singer too.
Bert.
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