When I was v small [about 1933-6] my mother [b Hoxton, E London, 1909] would sing me eclectic mix of old music-hall [Two Little Girls In Blue], current pop from then prominent singers [Shirley Temple's Good Ship Lollipop, Gracie Fields' Isle of Capri]; WWi [K K K Katie]; G&S [I Have A Song To Sing-O from Yeomen Of The Guard]. Also whenever the Westminster chimes came on wireless, she would sing along with them 'Poor old Millwall, Can't play football', which she had learned at school, Millwall FC, based near London Docks on Isle Of Dogs, being the local football [soccer] team in her childhood:— I gave this jingle to the Opies in the 70s as they had not previously come across it; not sure if they ever published it anywhere; I still can't hear Big Ben chiming without singing those words in my head.

Like most children I would watch my father (b 1901) shaving. While doing so, he would sing me from side of mouth 'When I am dead don't bury me at all, Just pickle my bones in alcohol, ...'; 'Gaudeamus igitur'; Dibdin's 'Right Little, Tight Little Island'; & loved also to la-la-la the Coldstream Guards regimental march version [which he had marched to in his school cadet days in Hackney Downs, London] of Mozart's Non Piu Andrai from Marriage Of Figaro.