The Coporation Muck Cart was full up to the brim,
The Coporation driver fell in and could not swim.
He sank right to the bottom just like a little stone,
but you could hear him whistling: There's no place like home.
This one never had a tune:
Mrs White got a fright
in the middle of the night
Saw a ghost
Eating toast
Half-way up a lamp-post.
Our version of While Shepherds watched was:
While shepherds washed their socks by night
all seated round the tub,
a bar of Lifebouy soap came down
and they began to scrub
There was also a rude version of Hark the Herald Angels sing which began
Hark, the Glasgow Herald sings
Beecham's pills are just the thing
Anyone remember the rest of it? It was too rude for us to be allowed to sing it, although we could sing the others plus
Ye can't put your muck in our dust-bin, our dust-bin, our dust-bin
Ye can't put your muck in our dust-bin, our dust-bin's full.
There's rats in't, there's cats in't, there's me faither's ould spats in't
So ye can't put your muck in our dust-bin, our dust-bins full.
Then of course there are various versions of John Brown's body, for instance
John Brown's baby had a spot upon his bott,
John Brown's baby had a spot upon his bott,
John Brown's baby had a spot upon his bott,
So they rubbed his bott with camphorated oil.
Camphor, camphorated, camphorated oil
Camphor, camphorated, camphorated oil
Camphor, camphorated, camphorated oil
So they rubbed his bott with comphorated oil.