|From:||John Cowan <cowan@...>|
|Date:||Tuesday, June 6, 2000, 15:32|
I'm working at home today, and when I took a break to do a chore or two,
I found myself singing _sotto voce_ the following hideous farrago*:
Tramp, tramp, tramp, the boys are marching,
Waving their banners as they come,
Whether on the scaffold high,
Or the battlefield we die,
Jesus loves the little children of the world!
I cannot trace the second line, but it appears to be a mutant version
of the song "Tramp! Tramp! Tramp!" to which the first line belongs;
the 2nd and 3rd lines belong to "God Save Ireland" and the last line
to a hymn. All share the same tune.
This led me to recall a still worse farrago, which I learned in the
early 70's from a nostalgia-record commercial. This one is sung to a
medley, and I present it for the shuddersome delectation of listmembers
of a certain age....
Blue, I'm blue, heartache on heartache
Blue, I'm blue, now that we are through # My darling, most of all,
I love how you love me # There
I've said it again # Lonely, I'm Mr. Lonely #
I'll send you all my love
In a letter
Sealed with a kiss. # Blue, I'm blue [repeat forever]
*farrago: a confused mixture < Latin, mixed fodder < *far* 'spelt, barley'
John Cowan email@example.com
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