Can anyone help me please?

[granny grump]

As a family we are trying to remember some poems mum used to tell us. Hardly great literature but as chidren,over 50 years ago, we loved them. Can any one fill in the blanks? Or point me in teh right direction to find them 1. The chill November day ws done The working world home-faring ???????????????????????? That set the gas-lights flaring Thats all I can remember of that one. 2. As this is over 50 yers old it is not exactly PC Lilac trees were blooming in the garden by the gate Mammie at her litle cabin door Curley headed piccaninnie coming home so late Crying cos his little heart was sore. So Mammie on her lap took that little crying chap And crooned in her own sweet way ( a verse or two in the middle then) Stay on this side of your high board fence And Honey don't you cry so hard You can go out to play as much as you please But stay in your own backyard All help will be so very much appreciated

[Muffet]

A bit lengthy, but try this :

http://lyricsplayground.com/alpha/songs/m/**** ******************.shtml

[Muffet]

Sorry. Some has been censored out.
If you search for "Mammy at her little cabin door", you'll get a pleasant surprise.

[granny grump]

Thank you Muffet - I'll give it a go

[granny grump]

Thank you so much Muffet xx - found the whole poem.. I sat here and burst into tears as I thought of Mum singing it to us. (I'm nearly 60!)


Still trying to find the 1st poem with the same tips. My sister has just had her first grandchild and I think that she wants to start the tradition all over again

[Muffet]

So pleased to have been able to help a young lady. I was just lucky that it came up on the screen, and sorry not to have had any success - yet - with the other. I'll get back to you if anything comes to light, but I'm not very hopeful.
Just as a matter of interest, I sometimes sing to my granddaughter an old Paul Robeson song "Curly Headed Babby", if you know it. When I get to the bit about the moon and stars coming if she doesn't cry, she bursts out crying.. We've not worked out yet exactly why, but I've given it up. . I wish you better fortune !!

[granny grump]

Hi Muffet

Thank you so much for your help

I posted the first poem on the quiz site and got the title and poet but can't track down the words even with google.

'The Little Goose' by Eliza S Turner

[Muffet]

Very glad you've made some progress, though surprised that you haven't got it through Google. Possibly you have by now, but otherwise get www.google.com. Then, in the space above - Google Search/I'm feeling lucky - type, in inverted commas, "the chill november day was done", then click on Google Search. That should bring up two sets of details. Click on the heading The Living Age. That should bring up a long string of details. If you track down that a bit, you should come across your poem. If that fails, please let me know, and we'll work out something else. Sorry if I've been a bit too explanatory above, but better too much than too little. Good luck !!

[joekchef]

"lilaic trees were bloomin' at the garden gate..."lilaic trees were bloomin' at the garden gate... my Mommy sung this to all 9 of us as a lullaby... it made me a hero for the African Americans since I was an embryo and Brothers for life.Answer from Joe Kramer 66 Rose Dr Apt 11 Higland Falls NY, 10928:

The song was popular in the early 1900s and was recorded on Document Records by Vaughn De Leath � �First Lady of Radio.� She recorded a number of these "down home" songs.
Stay In Your Own Back Yard (version)
Ah�s mama�s li�l Alabama ****
And ah ain�t been born very long
Ah�s remember one big round moon
Ah�s member sing in� one sweet song
When they took me down to the cotton field
There I tumbled and I rolled in the sun
Daddy picking cotton; mama watch me grow
This was the old song she sung
ilac trees are bloomin� in the garden by the gate
Mammy�s at her little cabin door
Curly headed picanniny comin� home so late
Cryin� cuz his little heart is sore
All the children play around
With skins so white and fair
None of them with him would ever play
So mammy in her lap, took that weeping little chap
And crooned him in her kind old way
y don�t you play in your own backyard
Never mind what the white chile do
Nobody ever would want to play
With a little black **** like you
Go out and play as long as you please
But Honey don�t you cry so hard
Go out and jump on the high board fence
But stay in your own backyard
Go to sleep my little picanny
Brer fox catch you if ya don�t
Slumber on the bosom of your ol� mama Jinny
Mama goin to swap yo if you don�t
Ah-loo-ah-Ioo-ah-looah-loo-ah-Ioo
Underneath the sunny southern moon
Lullabye, Rockabye Mama�s li�l baby
Mama�s li�l Alabama ****

[angelique_eddins]

Hi I'm obsessing on this song because I am doing a research paper, and my mother used to sing this song to me, but I cannot find the orginal lyrics. My sister actually remembers the song.
Stay In Your Own Backyard
1899
Music by: Lyn Udall
Lyrics by: Karl Kennett
"or"
Stay in Your Own Back Yard (music: Lyn Udall, lyrics: Karl Kennett, additional music: Pam Drews)

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=q042dC6Ns9U

[angelique_eddins]

Hi I'm obsessing on this song because I am doing a research paper, and my mother used to sing this song to me, but I cannot find all the lyrics. My sister actually remembers the song.
Stay In Your Own Backyard
1899
Music by: Lyn Udall
Lyrics by: Karl Kennett
"or"
Stay in Your Own Back Yard (music: Lyn Udall, lyrics: Karl Kennett, additional music: Pam Drews)

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=q042dC6Ns9U