Page 18 - eMuse Vol.9 No.04_Classical
P. 18

Hey Diddle Diddle                                     Kangaroo Song

        Hey, diddle, diddle!  The cat and the fiddle          Old Bumperty Jumpety Hop and Go One
        Are getting old fashioned, I trow;                    Was lying at ease on his side in the sun,
        More novel ‘twould be for a great wallaby             And this old Kangaroo, he was whisking the flies
        The organ to play with one toe.                       With his glossy long tail from his coat and his eyes.

        For the moon to give chase to the man on her face,    Bumpety Jumpety Hop and Go One,
        And the comet to join in the fun;                     Hop and Go One, Hop and go one
        or the ever green rabbit to weep at the habit         Sleep with an eye open out in the sun,
        Of squatters infesting its run.                       Bumpety Jumpety Hop.
        For the novelist pale to yield up his tale            He was wild in his youth this old Kangaroo,
        To the sheep of Bo-peep’s woeful verse;               And learned from experience all that he knew,
        For the ghost in the corner to sit on Jack Horner     He could tackle a rabbiter’s pack, one and all,
        While Coroner Cats seek a hearse.                     For they often hunted him, when he was small.
        For small dogs to giggle when cows give a wiggle,     Bumpety Jumpety, etc .
        That lands away past the moon,                        Now foolish young Frisky, the woodcutter’s dog,
        Is really quite stale, as is also the tale            Came peeping at Bumpity over a log,
        Of the dish making off with that spoon.               So it’s ‘Up, Boys, and at ‘im!’ he barked to the pack,
        Now, not to make off with a spoon when there’s a moon,  And ‘Right! we are coming!’ the others barked back.
        Is a far more astonishing thing;                      Bumpety Jumpety, etc .
        And to see the moon wriggle — oh, hey, diddle, diddle,  I wish you had seen how old Bumpity stood
        In that case you really might sing                    And boxed all their ears in the heart of the wood!
               Ethel Turner, “Gum Leaves” 1900                And he hopped off in triumph as soon aas he’d done, —
                                                              So we’ll all cry ‘Hurroosha!’ for Hop and Go One!
        Au Revoir                                             Bumpety Jumpety, etc .
        Solomon Simon met a snake,                            Annie R Rentoul, Bush Songs of Australia for Young and Old 1910.
        He passed the time of day,
        ‘And next time you’re not wide awake,                 Kookaburra
        Just send me word I pray.’
                                                              Kookaburra, Kookaburra, sitting on a gum tree,
        ‘I’m sleeping now,’ the snake replied,                High among the branches, up tip-top,
        And curled up in a hurry .                            Down below the gum-boughs where you swing.
        Said Simon, ‘Glad to hear it friend,                  Kookaburra, Kookaburra,  we got bushed at sundown!
        Sweet dreams, but I must scurry.’
                                                              Snakes and skeeturs scared us all around!
               Ethel Turner, “Gum Leaves” 1900                Then you came and sought us, laughing till you brought us
                                                              To the dear home-paddock safe and sound.
        Mary Had                                              Annie R Rentoul, Bush Songs of Australia for Young and Old 1910.

        Mary had a little shark,                              Variations on Nursery Rhymes
        Its teeth were pearly white.
        She said, ‘Alas! it cannot bark,                      Goosey Goosey Gander,
        Though, bless me, can’t it bite.                      Whither do you wander?
                                                              Your place is in the poultry yard
        ‘To keep the burglars bold away                       And not on the verandah .
        Each night we turn it loose;
        But it can’t run as fast as they,                     E.R. ‘Australian Nursery Rhymes’,  Bulletin 5 November 1908.
        And isn’t any use .                                   I had a little pony,
        ‘But stay,’ she cried, and clapped her hand,          His name was Dapple Gray.
        And started off to run,                               I sent him down to Melbourne,
        ‘I’ll take it to a dog-fish, and                      To win the Cup one day.
        ‘Twill learn to bark like fun.’
                                                              He couldn’t beat Poseidon,
               Ethel Turner, “Gum Leaves” 1900                For Poseidon’s hard to beat,
                                                              And now he pulls a hansom cab
        My Pet                                                Along a Sydney street .

        Have you seen the cat of Dorothy Lee?                 E.R. ‘Australian Nursery Rhymes’,  Bulletin 5 November 1908.
        The one she calls Catty Puss?
        If she’s proud of her pet, then what should I be?
        I’ve got a duck billed platypus.
               Ethel Turner, “Gum Leaves” 1900



        18                                               eMuse                                       April 2020
   13   14   15   16   17   18   19   20   21   22   23