This is one of my favourite songs, makes me wonder sometimes how the human race survived so long without all our modern "health" pre-occupation?
If you want your child to grow
Your child to grow, your child to grow
If you want your child to grow
Give him a jar of porter
Chorus:Sing too-ra loo-ra loo-ra-la too-ra loo-ra loo-ra-la
Sing too-ra loo-ra loo-ra-la; give him a jar of porter
When I was young and cradle cake
No drop of milk now would I take
My father up and had his spake
Give child a jar of porter
Chorus:Sing too-ra loo-ra loo-ra-la too-ra loo-ra loo-ra-la
Sing too-ra loo-ra loo-ra-la; give the child a jar of porter
And when I'm dead and in my grave
I hope for me a prayer you'll say
And as you're passin' by
That you'll throw in a jar of porter
Chorus:Sing too-ra loo-ra loo-ra-la too-ra loo-ra loo-ra-la
Sing too-ra loo-ra loo-ra-la; throw in a jar of porter
And when I reach the holy gates
I hope you'll not have long to wait
I'll call St. Peter aside and say
Brought you up a jar of porter
Chorus:Sing too-ra loo-ra loo-ra-la too-ra loo-ra loo-ra-la
Sing too-ra loo-ra loo-ra-la, brought you up a jar of porter
Remember, there are still people out there who abide by these lyrics.
ReplyDeleteAs an aside, I often wonder how humans have made it this far when you look at things like disease, famine, and mastering adverse terrain (or any adversity really). If I have kids in the future, I'll have them read Patto's blog so at least they'll know the changes Whitbread Porter underwent during the First World War. Now that's responsible parenting.