ref 'mince and tatties' song - this stirred something in the recesses of my brain and I remember my mother (circa 1950's Glasgow) singing a sort of nonsense song to me as a child.

My mother said that I was to go
wi my faither's dinner-o
Mince and tatties, stewin' steak
wi a wee bit curran cake

I went tae the river, I couldnae get across
I payed ten bob for an auld tin horse
I jumped on its back, its bones gave a crack
Played my fiddle till the boat came back

The boat came back, we a' jumped in
the boat capsized and we a' fell in
singin' "don't be weary, try be cheery
don't be weary for we're a' goin' hame'