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Thread #11324 Message #3191979
Posted By: Mo the caller
21-Jul-11 - 10:13 AM
Thread Name: Lyr/Tune Req: Oh How He Lied
Subject: RE: Lyr/Tune Req: Oh How He Lied
Our version was
She sat neath the lilacs....
She went to heaven and fluttered and flied
he went to 'tother place and frizzle and fried.
Talking of guitars (actually, when I'd typed it meory altered it to a strumming banjo)
One-l-nl-ce I ha-la-la-d an ol-l-l-ld banjo-l-l-0
I pla-la-layed it on-lo-lon my knee-li-li-li-ly
But now-le-le-ow the strin-li-lings are bro-l-l-ken so
It no-lo-lo more u-l-l-use to me-li-li-li-li-ly
I to-l-look it to the me-l-l-nders sho-l-lop
To see-l-lee what he-l-lee could doo-loo-loo-loo-loo
And now-l-l-ow the stril-lings are mended and
It's quite-l-lite as goo-l-lood as new-li-li-li-li-lew
Well, something like that anyway. Which we used to sing at secondary school (1950s, Chiswick, London), sitting on the grass making 'banjos' by cutting the edge of plantain stems with a fingernail, then pulling the leaf gently to expose the strings.