We Saw a Chicken …

Tag: song

  • malicious deomnibusation of maternal relative’s maternal relative strictly forbidden

    culled from memory, and several versions floating about on the net:

    YE CANNAE SHOVE YER GRANNY AFF A BUS

    Tune: She’ll be coming round the mountain
    Lyrics: possibly by Matt McGinn, or Robin Hall and Jimmy McGregor

    Oh ye cannae shove yer granny aff a bus,
    Oh ye cannae shove yer granny aff a bus,
    Ye cannae shove yer granny
    For she’s yer mammy’s mammy,
    Ye cannae shove yer granny aff a bus.

    chorus:
    Singing: I wull, if you wull, so wull I
    I wull, if you wull, so wull I
    Singing: I wull, if you wull
    I wull, if you wull
    I wull, if you wull, so wull I

    Ye can shove yer ither granny aff a bus,
    Ye can shove yer ither granny aff a bus,
    Ye can shove yer ither granny
    ‘Cos she’s yer faither’s mammy
    Ye can shove yer ither granny aff a bus.

    Ye can shove yer Uncle Wullie aff a bus,
    Ye can shove yer Uncle Wullie aff a bus,
    Uncle Wullie’s like yer faither
    A harum-scarum blether,
    Ye can shove yer Uncle Wullie aff a bus.

    Ye can shove yer Auntie Maggie aff a bus,
    Ye can shove yer Auntie Maggie aff a bus,
    Auntie Meg’s yer Faither’s sister,
    She’s naethin’ but a twister,
    Ye can shove yer Auntie Maggie aff a bus.

    But ye cannae shove yer granny aff a bus,
    Ye cannae shove yer granny aff a bus,
    O ye cannae shove yer granny,
    ‘Cos she’s yer mammy’s mammy,
    O ye cannae shove yer granny aff a bus.

    Glossary
    blether: gossip
    harum-scarum: scatterbrain, random
    twister: liar
    ither: other
    naethin’: nothing

  • tearin’ out a tonsil

    My throat may never recover, but it was fun to almost completely lose my voice last night at a singing circle. Yep, we’re a bunch of hairy old folkies, clutching our battered copies of Sing Out!. I don’t care what you think.

    I did introduce two songs to the group, I wish I was a Mole in the Ground (Bascom Lamar Lunsford’s subterranean wishes explained in a how-not-to lesson about the subjunctive), and the perennial Glasgow favourite, Ye cannae shove yer Grannie aff a bus. I kind of had to busk it with the lyrics for the latter one.