Yesterday, in honor of the acting career of Rod Taylor, TCM showed several of his movies, one of which was Alfred Hitchcock's "The Birds." So, I sat down and watched this movie for perhaps the 20th time, again wondering what the children in the clapboard school were singing, as the crows massed outside on the monkey bars. The song was an unfamiliar one, so on the internet I hopped, thinking I'd place it here should I find it, for others may be interested as well.
The Children’s Song
from
The Birds
I married my wife in the month of June. Ristle-tee, rostle-tee, Now, now, now!
I carried her off in a silver spoon. Ristle-tee, rostle-tee, hey donny dostle-tee, knickety-knackety, retro-quo-quality, willoby-wallaby, Now, now, now!
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She combed her hair but once a year. Ristle-tee, rostle-tee, Now, now, now!
With every rake, she shed a tear. Ristle-tee, rostle-tee, hey donny dostle-tee, knickety-knackety, retro-quo-quality, willoby-wallaby, Now, now, now!
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She swept the floor but once a year. Ristle-tee, rostle-tee, Now, now, now!
She swore her broom was much too dear. Ristle-tee, rostle-tee, hey donny dostle-tee, knickety-knackety, retro-quo-quality, willoby-wallaby, Now, now, now!
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She churned the butter in Dad’s old boot. Ristle-tee, rostle-tee, Now, now, now!
And for a dasher she used her foot. Ristle-tee, rostle-tee, hey donny dostle-tee, knickety-knackety, retro-quo-quality, willoby-wallaby, Now, now, now!
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The butter came out a grizzle-y-grey. Ristle-tee, rostle-tee, Now, now, now!
The cheese took legs and ran away! Ristle-tee, rostle-tee, hey donny dostle-tee, knickety-knackety, retro-quo-quality, willoby-wallaby, Now, now, now!
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I brought my wife a horse one day. Ristle-tee, rostle-tee, Now, now, now!
She let the critter get away. Ristle-tee, rostle-tee, hey donny dostle-tee, knickety-knackety, retro-quo-quality, willoby-wallaby, Now, now, now!
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I asked my wife to wash the floor. Ristle-tee, rostle-tee, Now, now, now!
She gave me my hat and showed me the door! Ristle-tee, rostle-tee, hey donny dostle-tee, knickety-knackety, retro-quo-quality, (the song slows – it is near the end) willoby-wallaby, Noooow, noooow, now!