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I forward to you the following Vital Exchange:


In article <341ee714.4949088@snews2.pdfpo.com>, Abby Sale <abbysale@orlinter.com>writes <snip>>-- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -
> abbysale@orlinter.com
> 
>     As I sat under the apple tree,
>     A birdie sent his love to me,
>     And as I wiped it from my eye,
>     I said, Thank goodness, cows can't fly.
>                  The Lore & Language of Schoolchildren
>                  by I & P Opie
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Abby,

When I was a kid in the '50's (in Cornwall, England) we used to have a
chant which went:

Farmer working in his field looked up to the sky
little birdie flying by
dropped a message in his eye.
Angry farmer wiped his eye,
said "Thank goodness cows can't fly."

Just thought you'd be interested!

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On Tue, 16 Sep 1997 22:22:49 GMT, jcf@world.std.com (Joseph C Fineman)
wrote:

>  Little birdie in the sky,
>  Let a white one in my eye.
>  I'm a big boy, I don't cry,
>  But gosh, I'm glad that cows don't fly.
>
>    -- Southern California, ca. 1945
>
>  Oh the seagulls they fly high
>  And they shit right in your eye:
>  It's a good job cows don't fly
>    In Mobile.
>
>    -- Scotland, 1958
>
>ObMusic: the latter version has a tune.
>
>---  Joe Fineman    jcf@world.std.com

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On Wed, 17 Sep 1997 08:42:57 +0100, Paul Brewer <paul@vitamins.demon.co.uk>wrote:

>>
>I think your last comes from a bawdy song we used to sing when I was in
>the Air Training Corps in the '60's which included
>
>Thre's no paper in the bogs in Mobile
>Theres no paper in the bogs in Mobile
>Theres no paper in the bogs
>so they wait until it clogs
>and they saw it into logs in Mobile
>
>In th bogs there is no paper in Mobile
>In the bogs there is no paper in Mobile
>In the bogs there is np paper
>so they wait until it's vapour
>and they light it with a taper in Mobile
>
>Well they built themselves a lighthouse in Mobile
>well they built themselves a lighthouse in Mobile
>oh they built themselves a lighthouse
>the gulls used it as a shite-house
>now the lighthouse is a white house in Mobile
>
>Oh the seagulls they fly high in Mobile
>oh the seagulls they fly high in Mobile
>oh the seagulls they fly high
>and they shit right in your eye
>It's a good job cows don't fly in Mobile
>
>I believe there was a chorus, but I can't recall it.
>
>This is probably also a rugby song as well, because I seem to remember
>it being issued on a record of rugby songs in the '70's. In other words,
>one of the many 'male bonding' sonds!
>
>But is it folk?!
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