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School song
'at half past 3...we go home for our tea..or maybe to the lady next door'
does anyone remember singing this or a similar song, our version may not have been universal
does anyone know the rest of the words?
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and its ten pairs of feet
go running up the street
and in through their own front door
and its rough and tumble
rattle and noise
mothers and fathers girls and boys
babys in the carry cot
cats by the stove
a little bit of quarrelling
but lots of love
i think thats how our version used to go
how i remember that from 35 years ago i'll never know
"At half past three, we go home for tea or maybe a quarter to four,
As ten pairs of feet go running down the street and knocking on their own front door,
It's rough and tumble, rattle and noise,
Mothers and fathers, girls and boys,
Baby in the carrycot,
Cat by the stove,
A little bit of quarrelling,
A lot of love!"
The 'or maybe a quarter to four' but referred to the fact that some kids, including myself, stayed behind for recorder lessons.
At half past three we go home to tea
Or sometimes at quarter to 4
And 10 pairs of feet go running down the street
And in at their own front door
And it's rough and tumble, rattle and noise,
Mothers and fathers, girs and boys,
baby in the carrycot, cat by the stove,
A little bit of quarreling but lots of love
' Morning Has Broken'. We used to sing alternate lyrics to this song...about Frankenstein's feet...and it's rough and tumble, rattle and noise...baby in its carrycot...something about time for bed...
We used to sing this at my primary school in the early 70's.
The lyrics I remember are much the same as previously mentioned with just a couple of differences.
at half past three we go home to tea
or maybe at quarter to four
and it's ten pairs of feet
go running up the street
and in through their own front door
and its rough and tumble
rattle and noise
mothers and fathers girls and boys
babys in the carry cot
cats by the stove
a little bit of quarrelling
but much more love
Down by the river where the green grass grows,
There sits Mary washing her clothes.
She sings, she sings, she sings so sweet.
She calls to her sweetheart across the street.
Patrick, Patrick won’t you come to tea,
Come next Sunday at half past three.
Tea cakes, lardy cakes, everything you’ll see.
Oh won’t we have a jolly time at half past three.
(Repeat)