Appropriate or what?

guitarpete247

Just about surviving
Location
Leicestershire
We bought our 6 year granddaughter a child's ukulele. I was looking through the song book, that came with it yesterday. Amongst the songs is, "The Banks of the Ohio". I don't if any of you know this song. Those that do, do you think it's suitable for a 6 year old?
 

vernon

Harder than Ronnie Pickering
Location
Meanwood, Leeds
Wile e Coyote is subjected to repeated near fatal attacks - do you stop her from watching the unremitting violence?

It's just a song and the words are likely to go over her head.

The Streets of Laredo went over my head as I learned it in primary school.
 

vernon

Harder than Ronnie Pickering
Location
Meanwood, Leeds
"Streets Of Laredo"

As I walked out on the streets of Laredo.
As I walked out on Laredo one day,
I spied a poor cowboy wrapped in white linen,
Wrapped in white linen as cold as the clay.

"I can see by your outfit that you are a cowboy."
These words he did say as I boldly walked by.
"Come an' sit down beside me an' hear my sad story.
"I'm shot in the breast an' I know I must die."

"It was once in the saddle, I used to go dashing.
"Once in the saddle, I used to go gay.
"First to the card-house and then down to Rose's.
"But I'm shot in the breast and I'm dying today."

"Get six jolly cowboys to carry my coffin.
"Six dance-hall maidens to bear up my pall.
"Throw bunches of roses all over my coffin.
"Roses to deaden the clods as they fall."

"Then beat the drum slowly, play the Fife lowly.
"Play the dead march as you carry me along.
"Take me to the green valley, lay the sod o'er me,
"I'm a young cowboy and I know I've done wrong."

"Then go write a letter to my grey-haired mother,
"An' tell her the cowboy that she loved has gone.
"But please not one word of the man who had killed me.
"Don't mention his name and his name will pass on."

When thus he had spoken, the hot sun was setting.
The streets of Laredo grew cold as the clay.
We took the young cowboy down to the green valley,
And there stands his marker, we made, to this day.

We beat the drum slowly and played the Fife lowly,
Played the dead march as we carried him along.
Down in the green valley, laid the sod o'er him.
He was a young cowboy and he said he'd done wrong.

I don't think that the significance of the lyrics will register. A six year old will see it as a song and a tune, nothing more.
 

threebikesmcginty

Corn Fed Hick...
Location
...on the slake
Try this one...

The Knoxville Girl

I met a little girl in Knoxville
A town we all know well
And every Sunday evening
Out in her home I'd dwell

We went to take an evening walk
About a mile from town
I picked a stick up off the ground
And knocked that fair girl down

She fell down on her bended knees
For mercy she did cry
Oh, Willie dear, don't kill me here
I'm unprepared to die

She never spoke another word
I only beat her more
Until the ground around me
Within her blood did flow

I took her by her golden curls
And I drug her 'round and 'round
Throwing her into the river
That flows through Knoxville town

Go down, go down, you Knoxville girl
With the dark and roving eyes
Go down, go down, you Knoxville girl
You can never be my bride

I started back to Knoxville
Got there about midnight
My mother she was worried
And woke up in a fright

Saying, "Dear son, what have you done
To bloody your clothes so?"
I told my anxious mother
I was bleeding at my nose

I called for me a candle
To light myself to bed
I called for me a handkerchief
To bind my aching head

Rolled and tumbled the whole night through
As troubles was for me
Like flames of hell around my bed
And in my eyes could see

They carried me down to Knoxville
And put me in a cell
My friends all tried to get me out
But none could go my bail

I'm here to waste my life away
Down in this dirty old jail
Because I murdered that Knoxville girl
The girl I loved so well
 

vernon

Harder than Ronnie Pickering
Location
Meanwood, Leeds
Little Musgrave

It fell upon a holy day as many are in the year
Musgrave to the church did go to see fine ladies there.
Some were dressed in velvet red and some in velvet pale,
Then in came Lord Barnard's wife the fairest among them all.
She cast an eye on Little Musgrave as bright as the summer's sun,
Said Musgrave unto himself this lady's heart I've won.
"I have loved you Fair Lady full long and many's the day."
"And I have loved you Little Musgrave and never a word did say.
I have a bower in Bucklesfordberry its my heart's delight
I'll take you back there with me and lie in your arms all night."
Standing by was a little foot page, from the Lady's coach he ran
"Although I am a lady's page I am Lord Barnard's man.
My Lord Barnard shall hear of this whether I sink or swim."
And every where the bridge was broken he'd enter the water and swim.
"My Lord Barnard! My Lord Barnard! You are a man of life,
But Musgrave is at Bucklesfordberry asleep with your wedded wife."
"If this be true my little foot page, this thing that you tell me,
All the gold in Bucklesfordberry I gladly will give to thee.
But if this be a lie my little foot page this thing that you tell me
From the highest tree in Bucklesfordberry hanged you will be.
Go saddle me the black!" he said, "Go saddle me the grey!
Sound you not your horns," he said, "lest our coming it betray!"
But there was a man in Lord Barnard's train who loved the Little Musgrave
He blew his horn both loud and shrill. Away Musgrave, away!
"I think I hear the morning cock, I think I hear the jay,
I think I hear Lord Barnard's men, I wish I was away."
"Lie still, lie still, my Little Musgrave, and hug me from the cold,
it's nothing but a shepherd lad a bringing his flock to fold.
Is not your hawk upon its perch? Your steed eats oats and hay.
You a woman in your arms, why would you go away?"
So they turned around and they kissed twice and then they fell asleep.
When they awoke Lord Barnard's men were standing at their feet.
"How do you like my bed?" he said, "and how do you like my sheets?
How do you like my fair Lady that lies in your arms asleep?"
"It's well I like your bed he said. Great it gives me pain.
I'd gladly give a hundred pounds to be on yonder plain!"
"Rise up rise up, Little Musgrave, rise up and then put on.
It'll not be said in this country I slayed a naked man."
So slowly, slowly he got up and slowly he put on,
Slowly he went down the stairs thinking he'd be slain.
"There are two swords by my side, dear they cost my purse,
You can take the best of them and I will take the worst."
And the first stroke Little Musgrave struck it hurt Lord Barnard sore
But the next stroke Lord Barnard struck Little Musgrave ne'er struck more.
Then up spoke the lady fair from the bed whereon she lay,
"Although you're dead Little Musgrave, still for you I'll pray."
"How do you like his cheeks?" he said, "How do you like his chin?
How do you like his dead body now there's no life within?"
"It's well I like those cheeks she cried and well I love that chin.
It's more I want that dead body than all your kith and kin!"
He's taken out his long, long sword to strike the mortal blow.
Through and through the Lady's heart the cold steel it did go.
"A grave! A grave!" Lord Barnard cried, "to put these lovers in!
With my lady on the upper hand, for she came from better kin.
For I've just killed the finest knight that ever rode a steed,
And I've just killed the finest woman that ever did a woman's deed!"
It fell upon a holy day as many are in the year
That Musgrave to the church did go to see fine ladies there.
 
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guitarpete247

guitarpete247

Just about surviving
Location
Leicestershire
I don't think any, apart from "Streets of Laredo" are suitable for a 6 year old. At least "Streets of Laredo" is about a person who is dying not about slitting your lover's throat and dumping the body in the river.
 

jonny jeez

Legendary Member
From Google.


Mary Mary quite contrary,
How does your garden grow?
With silver bells and cockle shells
And pretty maids all in a row

This rhyme is a reference to Bloody Mary. The garden refers to growing cemeteries, as she filled them with Protestants. Silver bells and cockle shells were instruments of torture and the maiden was a device used to behead people.
 

Venod

Eh up
Location
Yorkshire
Wow. Isn't this a jolly little thread to have at Christmas. :laugh:
It needs some lyrics to lighten it up - John Cooper Clark.

i fell in love with an alien being
whose skin was jelly - whose teeth were green
she had the big bug eyes and the death-ray glare
feet like water wings - purple hair
I was over the moon - I asked her back to my place
then I married the monster - from outer space

The days were numbered - the nights were spent
in a rent free furnished oxygen tent
where a cyborg chef served up moon beams
done super rapid on a laser beam
I needed nutrition to keep up the pace
when I married the monster from outer space

We walked out - tentacle in hand
you could sense that the earthlings would not understand
they'd go, nudge nudge when we got off the bus
saying it's extra-terrestial - not like us
and it's bad enough with another race
but feck me, a monster from outer space

In a cybernetic fit of rage
she pissed off to another age
she lives in 1999
with her new boyfriend - a blob of slime
each time I see her translucent face
I remember the monster from outer space
 
You scumbag you maggot, you cheap lousy faggot, happy Christmas you peanut thank god it's our last. That's a classic that is.
Insert the word that is a version of anal sphincter, in place of 'peanut'.
 

welsh dragon

a permanent vacancy now exists
It needs some lyrics to lighten it up - John Cooper Clark.

i fell in love with an alien being
whose skin was jelly - whose teeth were green
she had the big bug eyes and the death-ray glare
feet like water wings - purple hair
I was over the moon - I asked her back to my place
then I married the monster - from outer space

The days were numbered - the nights were spent
in a rent free furnished oxygen tent
where a cyborg chef served up moon beams
done super rapid on a laser beam
I needed nutrition to keep up the pace
when I married the monster from outer space

We walked out - tentacle in hand
you could sense that the earthlings would not understand
they'd go, nudge nudge when we got off the bus
saying it's extra-terrestial - not like us
and it's bad enough with another race
but feck me, a monster from outer space

In a cybernetic fit of rage
she pissed off to another age
she lives in 1999
with her new boyfriend - a blob of slime
each time I see her translucent face
I remember the monster from outer space

Doesn't say much for you're taste in women....
 
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