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Heh! Heh! Bob, I do wonder what all the versions of that froggie song are. Yours ain't bad, Boston.

Hey, listeners. Call in your requests for rock-a-bye songs.

I can just picture baby Walter on his mammy's knee. Ahhh, what a sweet thought.

In my mom's song the end was:

and they all got eaten by a big black snake, uh huh
They all got eaten by a big black snake.
He soon died with the belly ache, uh huh.

Preacher
And The Bear

The preacher he went a-ridin
On one Saturday morn,
According to this tale as told
He started out in the corn,
He scared up one dozen partridges
On a morning which was so fair,
He got down the road a little further
And spied a big grizzly bear,
Well the bear stood up
and that horse did buck,
The preacher dropped to his knees,
He got so excited
That he climbed up in the trees!
The parson stayed up in that tree
I think it was all night,
Then he cast his eyes up to the Lord
And these are the words he said,
Oh Lord, didn't you deliver Daniel
From the lion's den?
Also brother Jonah
From the belly of the whale,
And didn't you save multitudes from starving
With a fish and a loaf of bread?
Oh Lord, please my life do spare!
But Lord, if you can't help me,
Please don't help that bear!

Love it, Bob. There's another song about the children in the firey furnace, but I can't quite recall the title.

Don't touch that dial, folks!

This is cyberspace, WA2K radio.

here's a song by the band the fiery furnaces

Single Again
The Fiery Furnaces

I married a man oh then
I married a man oh then
I married a man he was the plague of my life
And I wish I was single again
I wish I was single again

Cause when I was single, my pockets did jingle and I wish I was single again

He beat me and banged me oh then
He beat me and banged me oh then
He beat me and banged me he swore he would hang me and I wish I was single again

He went for the rope oh then
He went for the rope oh then
He went for the rope and I think I was broke
And then I wish I was single again

Cause when I was single, my pockets did jingle and I wish I was single again

My husband he died oh then
My husband he died oh then
My husband he died and I laughed till I cried to think I was single again

I married another oh then
I married another oh then
I married another he was the devil's grandfather and I wish I was single again

He beat me and banged me oh then
He beat me and banged me oh then
He beat me and banged me he swore he would hang me and I wish I was single again

Wow, dj. I had no idea that anyone called The Firey Furnaces did that song. I thought it was Burl Ives. Thanks, Canada.

Hmmm. Now why did the mention of Burl Ives remind me of Eugene O'Neill.



Desire Under the Elms,
tragedy in three parts by Eugene O'Neill, produced in 1924 and published in 1925. The last of O'Neill's naturalistic plays and the first in which he re-created the starkness of Greek tragedy, Desire Under the Elms draws from Euripides' Hippolytus and Jean Racine's Phèdre, both of which feature a father returning home with a new wife who falls in love with her stepson.

In this play Ephraim Cabot abandons his farm and his three sons, who hate him. The youngest son, Eben, resents his father for destroying his mother's life; he buys out his brothers, who head off to California. Shortly after this, Ephraim returns with his young new wife, Abbie. Abbie becomes pregnant by Eben; she lets Ephraim believe that the child is his, thinking the child will secure her hold on the farm, but she later kills the infant when she sees it as an obstacle between herself and Eben. Eben, enraged, turns Abbie over to the sheriff, but not before he realizes his love for her and confesses his complicity.

One of O'Neill's most admired works, Desire Under the Elms invokes the playwright's own family conflicts and Freudian treatment of sexual themes. According to O'Neill's stage directions, the elms of the title are supposed to dominate the set with "a sinister maternity." Although the play is now considered a classic of 20th-century American drama, it scandalized some early audiences for its treatment of infanticide, alcoholism, vengeance, and incest; the first Los Angeles cast was arrested for performing an obscene work.

Sounds like the conflicts of today.

i would imagine that burl ives did it first, the fiery furnaces are only a few years old as a band

Yes, dj. I would as well.

Interesting, listeners, how one thing leads to another, no?




When I was young I used to wait
On master and hand him his plate
Pass him the bottle when he got dry
And brush away the blue-tail fly

Chorus
= = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = =
Jimmy crack corn, and I don't care
Jimmy crack corn, and I don't care
Jimmy crack corn, and I don't care
My master's gone away
= = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = =

When he would ride in the afternoon
I'd follow him with my hickory broom
The pony being rather shy
When bitten by the blue-tail fly

Chorus

One day he rode around the farm
Flies so numerous that they did swarm
One chanced to bite him on the thigh
The devil take the blue-tail fly

Chorus

Well the pony jumped, he start, he pitch
He threw my master in the ditch
He died and the jury wondered why
The verdict was the blue-tail fly

Chorus

Now he lies beneath the 'simmon tree
His epitaph is there to see
"Beneath this stone I'm forced to lie
The victim of the blue-tail fly"

Wow! I tried to delete a double post and I thought the entire radio station had been deleted.

I think I had better say goodnight:


From Letty with love

This All I Ask - Tony Bennet

As I approach the prime of my life
I find I have the time of my life
Learning to enjoy at my leisure
All the simple pleasures
And so I happily concede
That this is all I ask
This is all I need

Beautiful girls, walk a little slower when you walk by me
Lingering sunsets, stay a little longer with the lonely sea
Children everywhere, when you shoot at bad men, shoot at me
Take me to that strange, enchanted land grown-ups seldom understand

Wandering rainbows, leave a bit of color for my heart to own
Stars in the sky, make my wish come true before the night has flown
And let the music play as long as there's a song to sing
And I will stay younger than Spring

I think (I'm not sure, though) that there are two songs bundled together there, Miss Letty.
Yes, there are a few versions of that old song in British folklore. I think it is English in origin. I will investigate.

This is your roving European reporter handing you back to the studio.

Fiery furnace?

Shadrach, Meshach, and Abednego.

They were the dudes. Am I right?

It's just amazing the amount of information, useless and otherwise, you can find on the Web.

http://www.bluegrassmessengers.com/master/froggy19.html

Many of these old songs have a historical root. (are allegorical, I mean)

Full report


START ME UP

If you start me up
If you start me up I'll never stop
If you start me up
If you start me up I'll never stop
I've been running hot
You got me ticking gonna blow my top
If you start me up
If you start me up I'll never stop

You make a grown man cry
Spread out the oil, the gasoline
I walk smooth, ride in a mean, mean machine
Start it up

If you start it up
Kick on the starter give it all you got, you got, you got
I can't compete with the riders in the other heats
If you rough it up
If you like it you can slide it up, slide it up

Don't make a grown man cry
My eyes dilate, my lips go green
My hands are greasy
She's a mean, mean machine
Start it up

If start me up
Give it all you got
You got to never, never, never stop
Never, never
Slide it up

You make a grown man cry
Ride like the wind at double speed
I'll take you places that you've never, never seen
Start it up
Love the day when we will never stop, never stop
Never stop, never stop
Tough me up
Never stop, never stop, never stop

You, you, you make a grown man cry
You, you make a dead man come
You, you make a dead man come

Good morning, WA2K radio fans and contributors. It seems that there is another potential hurricane brewing out there in the open waters. Let's all hope it dissipates before it hits land.

edgar, thank you for reminding us that we are all still alive with that song. We still get to look, don't we. <smile>

McTag, that reference was awesome about the origin of folk songs, froggies, and puddies. It seems to me that more investigators ought to explore the forgotten songs of the people, and I appreciate your starting it off with the song that your dad sang to you.

Walter, I never ceased to be amazed at the quiet merchandising of Bill Gates. He may not get his picture on the cover of The Rolling Stone, but he most assuredly has it some place in Forbes' list. Thanks for the "Start it Up" melody. Amazing!

Bob, I declare, you come up with the most intriguing history. The potato chip has been the diet of many a snacker, no? It seems to me that the first time I ate the Brit type fish and chips was in Virginia Beach and the brand name was H.I. Salt or something like that. Delicious!

Also, Boston, thanks for the bio on Marlee Matlin. I saw "Children of a Lesser God", and was fascinated with the entire movie.

Back later folks, after I get my cuppa.

Today must be Scotland day, listeners. For those of you who know Mel Gibson, <smile>



Scotland's "Braveheart" honored, 700 years on By Gideon Long
Tue Aug 23,11:52 AM ET



LONDON (Reuters) - Seven hundred years to the day after Scottish hero William "Braveheart" Wallace was executed by his English foes, a historian has retraced his final journey to promote his dream of independence for Scotland.


David Ross, who has written books on Wallace and other Scottish national heroes, strode from Westminster through the old City of London on Tuesday wearing a kilt and carrying a sword.

Accompanied by around 100 supporters, many playing bagpipes and waving the blue-and-white Scottish flag, Ross ended his journey at Smithfield, where Wallace was butchered by his English captors on August 23, 1305.

There, Ross led a ceremony inside the 12th century church of St Bartholomew's in honor of the man immortalized by Mel Gibson in the 1995 Hollywood blockbuster "Braveheart."

"It's been a great day and long overdue," Ross told Reuters as he marched through London past bemused onlookers. "In 700 years no one has ever done anything to recognize the man."

Over the past three weeks, Ross has walked 450 miles (725 km) from Scotland to London in a bid to reconstruct Wallace's last fateful journey from his homeland.

The warrior, lauded in Scotland for uniting his compatriots to fight English rule, was captured in the village of Robroyston on August 3, 1305, and hauled to London over the next 20 days to be tried for treason.

Found guilty, he was tied to a horse and dragged through the streets of the capital in front of crowds of baying Londoners.

After being hanged and disemboweled, the 35-year-old's body was hacked to pieces and his head was impaled on a spike near London Bridge as a warning to other rebels.

The killing helped King Edward I of England, known as the "Hammer of the Scots" for his brutal campaigns north of the border, retain a grip on power in Scotland.

Wallace was never given a proper burial and Ross says he wanted Tuesday's event to be primarily a solemn funeral service, although he said it had political significance too.

"Our country is still ruled from somewhere else," he said, referring to the British parliament. "It's time the leaders in Scotland woke up and listened to what the people want."

Opinion polls in recent years suggest between a quarter and a half of Scotland's 5 million people want the same independence from London which Wallace fought for seven centuries ago.

Scotland and England were rival feudal nations for years until first their monarchies and then their political systems were melded together between the 17th and 18th centuries.

A Scottish parliament was established in Edinburgh in 1999 but the nation remains within the United Kingdom.

Fiddledeesticks and twaddle!

Our present Queen is a direct descendant from James the First of Scotland (hence all the Royal Families kilt wearing), our present Prime Minister, the leader of the UK, was born in Scotland, our Chancellor (the man with the real power, and likely next Prime Minister) IS Scottish through and through, and there are so many Scottish MP's represententing English constituencies, the British Parliament is often referred to as the Scottish Mafia.
Scotland has its own monetary budget, which can only be voted on by SCOTTISH MP's, so consequently they have things like free welfare for the elderly, and free University placements for their students.
The ENGLISH budget however, is voted on by ALL parties, including the Scots, and our English students have to pay their own way through University, leaving them with debts from Government "Student loans" averaging over £12000 when they have qualified.

Now....how can the Scots manage to put their Students through education for free, you ask.....it is because a very large proportion of English taxes goes directly to Scotland. Scotland is very heavily subsidised by England, and without this subsidy (even if they took all the North sea oil money and kept it) they would be in a worse state than they are today.
The Scottish people were given the chance to vote on independence in recent times, and they voted a resounding "No".
The population of the South East of England outnumbers the population of Scotland, and if we became independent tomorrow, keeping all our taxes to ourselves and sending none to Scotland, we would also be able to afford free education for our students, like they do today.

Splitting up the UK will serve no use to anyone but the English. We are always being hammered for what happened three or four hundred years ago, by dewy eyed romantics who dont really live in the real, modern world.
Scotland already has its independence......its MP's have more direct power over their Country than our MP's have over ours....and at this moment in time, their lot ARE ruling the UK Parliament.

I suggest that this Wallace enthusiast gets a life. My son (English) has just completed his Science Degree, and now owes £12800. I know that our Scottish friend's offspring will not have to endure the same hardship.

http://www.tes.co.uk/section/staffroom/thread.aspx?story_id=2122090&path=/overseas+trained+teachers/&threadPage=1

He should wear his Kilt with pride, as the Scots are a fine race.....but he should quit moaning, and enjoy our English subsidies.

There......that's my rant for the day.

Well, my goodness, 'ellpus. Rant away! You are allowed to do that here, you know. <smile>

A bit of sad news today, folks:




'Mockingbird' Actor Brock Peters Dies




LOS ANGELES (AP) - Actor Brock Peters, best known for his heartbreaking performance as the black man falsely accused of rape in ``To Kill a Mockingbird,'' died Tuesday at his home after battling pancreatic cancer. He was 78.

Peters was diagnosed with the disease in January and had been receiving chemotherapy treatment, according to Marilyn Darby, his longtime companion. His condition became worse in recent weeks.

He died peacefully in bed, surrounded by family, she said.

Peters was born George Fisher on July 2, 1927 in New York. His long film career began in the 1950s with the landmark productions of ``Carmen Jones'' in 1954 and ``Porgy and Bess'' in 1959.