Getting my father to sing the whole of a song was the problem. We get lots of bits of songs. A lot of music hall stuff, some jazz, some really odd songs, show tunes, whatever came into his head. Plus Mad Mcgonagal poems and the like.

The only songs I remember him singing all the way through on a regular basis were the Bluebell song....

Bluebells are bluebells
Bluebells are blue
Bluebells are bluebells
'Cos Bluebells are blue..... Second verse! Bluebells are bluebells.... (you get the idea, I inflictged this song onto my mates at Towersey one year in revenge for someting, I forget what though....)

and a song I think is called The Indian Lullabye.

Down where the river Kiporee (?)
Empties its waters to the sea
Down where the bear in his lair doesn't care
If it rains or snows or shines
An indian squaw sang
To a baby on a straw mat
And she sang as she hummed as she crooned him this lullabye
Oh please don't cry
Go to sleep my little papoose
Go to sleep and slumber deep
Close your eyes, your big brown eyes
And soon you'll grow
For soon you will be hunting buffalo
You'll be a big chief some day
For soon you will be hunting buffalo
You'll be a big chief some day


He's a trumpet player really....