Growing up in Nottingham through the 1930s and 40s I learned from my parents,

'We've got chickens in our backyard
We feed 'em on Indian corn,
Some lay eggs and some lay pegs
And some lay nothing at all.
Chase me Charlie, Chase me Charlie,
Lost the leg of me drawers.
If you find it, never mind it,
Stitch it on to yours'.

They also sang,

'I wish I was a bobby,
Dressed in bobby's clothes.
With a big top hat, and a bellyful of fat,
And a pancake on my nose'.

And,

'We've got a baby, we've got a baby.
The neighbours know it's true.
In the middle of the night,
We have to strike a light,
And smack its little bottom 'til it's blue'.

(Sung to the tune of an old pop song called 'We're in the Navy', not to be confused with the Village People song.)

Other gems from the family repertoire include 'I like Pickled Onions', May the moon shine bright on Charlie Chaplin', 'I'm looking for the Ogo Pogo'. 'You are my sunshine, My double Woodbine'. And several more that I can't quite remember just now.