Alex,

My mum didn't sing much at all (thank heavens!)but my dad had a typical Welsh tenor voice. Beautiful timbre! He sang all the mournful songs of the "olde Countrye" when I was growing up. My favourite was Danny Boy.

But he also sang:

Ride a cock horse
from Banbury Cross
to see a fine Lady
upon a White Horse.

With rings on her fingers
and Bells on her toooooooes!

She shall have music
Wherever she goes!

And their favourite chant where I was concerned was:

There was a little girl
who had a little curl
right in the middle
of her forehead.

When she was good
She was very very good!
But when she was bad
she was horrid!

~ Jande of the straight black hair LOL!