Out on a walk at Upton folk festival I mentioned that my mother now decd. from Glasgow used to sing to me as a child and one of the part songs she used to sing was the bluebell polka - I only remember a verse and I wonder if anyone knows any more of it , or whether it was a made up children's rhyme. Anyone from up North?
Picking the bluebells in the merry month of May,
When suddenly I saw him comming down my way,
He was a handsome laddie and he looked so good,
I promised that I'd meet him in the Bluebell wood.
Half past seven by the old oak tree,
There I was waiting, anticipating,
What would happen to a girl like me,
When he came along.........