My Aunt Jane is another Belfast street song.... as is... I'll tell me ma.

My Aunt Jane she brought me in
she gave me tea out of her wee tin
half a bap with sugar on the top
3 black lumps out of her wee shop

that's the common version... there are other verses

My aunt Jane has a bell on the door
a white stone step and a clean swept floor
Candy apples, hard green pears
conversation lozenges

My Aunt Jane, she's awful smart
She bakes wee rings in apple tarts
And when Hallowe'en come round
Fornenst that tart I'm always found

OK... translation

bap = bread roll, could be sweetened more like a bun
black lumps = rock cakes
fornenst = close to

we used to sing it while we were skipping, or swinging round the lamposts... thanks for the memories.

slainte

alison