ORDINARY, MOVING
is the name of the game
laughing, talking where the ball bounces
in the forgotten schoolyard
one hand, the other hand; one foot, the other foot
you know the one
(Saturday Afternoon Kid
blackball-cracker, scotchmint-muncher
handkerchief-chewer extraordinary)
clap front, clap back
ballthwack on the boardfence
front and back, back and front
arms of old beeches reaching over drop their
sawtooth leaves in your hair
(as I was sitting beneath a tree
a birdie sent his love to me
and as I wiped it from my eye
I thought: thank goodness cows can't fly)
tweedle, twydle
curtsey, salute
and roundabout
until you're out
the shadows turn, the light is long
and while you're out you sing this song
this year, next year, sometime, never
en roule-en ma boule roule-en
we'll be friends for ever and ever
Pimperroquet, le roi des papillons
se faisant la barbe, il
se coupa le menton
une, une, c'est la lune
deux, deux, c'est le jeu
seven, eight trois, trois -- c'est à toi!
nine, a-laura
ten a-laura echod, shtaim
Secord hamelech bashomayim
echod, shtaim, sholosh, ar-ba ...
whereja get the cold, sir?
up at the North Pole, sir;
what were ya doin there, sir?
catchin Polar bears, sir;
how many didja catch, sir?
one, sir; two, sir
Salome was a dancer
she did the hootchykootch
she shook her shimmy shoulder
and showed a bit too much
my boyfriend's name is Fatty
he comes from Cincinnati
my boyfriend's name is Jello
he comes from Monticello
ini ini maini mo
que cheleque palesto
que jingale lestingo
ini ini maini mo
and this is the way you played
begin:
ordinary throw the ball against the fence, catch it
moving same thing, don't move your feet laughing
mustn't show your teeth talking
shut, your, mouth
one hand that's how you
catch it the other hand
one foot pick it up, you dope the other foot
and
clap front, clap back
front&back, back&front
tweedle with your hands like twiddling your thumbs
only overhand
twydle underhand curtsey, salute
and roundabout
catch it and
start from moving
over the whole thing without
stirring from the spot slap
your leg for one foot wave your
arms for roundabout on through laughing ononon
TILL YOU GET TO BIG MOVING !!!
particle, atom, molecule, world
solar system, galaxy, supergalaxy, cosmos
but start with small, the ball on the wall
that's how it went, and begin again:
my boyfriend's name is Tonto
he comes from New Toronto
with twenty-four toes
and a pickle on his nose
and this is the way my story goes:
*
we
started
something
like a slug
and grew without
a thought or wish to
something like a fish a
frog a bird a pig a golly-
wog and ultimately red and
born a blueblack head or
peppercorn or bald or
blind or idiot or
multiheaded
,poly-
glot
*
I = I
I? = ?I
?W?H?Y?
?I = I?
I = not
ALL/eye/see
= (s/ m)uch
= notme
(rockabye baby the cradle is hard
yer pa got it outa the junkman's backyard)
the thing that I thought was the moon
turned out to be Mother's face
or Sister's or Brother's or Dad's or the cat's
-- there's notme all over the place
(but I want the world's food in my belly
I want all the things I can see
I want all the toys in the world in my arms
and I want all the arms around ME)
black skin, drum belly
little stick leg
Papa paint the sores on
hold your hands and beg
*
What shall we name the baby?
William? or James? or John?
Matthew? or Mark? or maybe
even Napoleon?
sticks and stones can break my bones
but names'll never hurt me
and when I'm dead and in my grave
you'll be sorry for what you called me
whatcher name?
Dickery Dame
ask me agin
and I'll tell ya the same ...
... the secret power, the personal key
the three golden hairs in the forehead of the Giant
the stone in the yoke in the egg in the duck
in the rabbit in the basket in the chest beneath the Oak
in the Oak of the Golden Bough
in the magical Mistletoe:
'In the whole of the East Indian Archipelago
the etiquette is the same
no-one utters his own name...'
Sha-ame, sha-ame!
everybody knows yer na-ame!
Whatcher name?
Mary Jane
wheredya live? comment t'appelle tu?
down'a lane je m'appelle comme mon pere
whatcher number? et ton pere?
cucumber mon pere s'appelle comme moi
it's Dinger Bell and Dusty Miller, Moishe Tochas
and Lumber Bonce
it's mwele and Elkeh Pipick, Scaevola, Pepito and
Tanglefoot ...
what do they call'y'?
Patchy Dolly
where were y' born?
in the cow's horn
*
where were ya born? I didn't hear ya
roundabout and begin again
well I'll tell ya
my father was born in England
my mother was born in France
but I was born in diapers
because I had no pants
(cross my heart and hope to die
if I ever tell a lie )
where were you born my pretty lass?
born in the still-house bin
ifn Pappy hadn picked me outa the mash
they'd'a called me Stone Blind Gin
where do you come from, Cotton-Eye Joe?
way down south where the taters grow
where do you come from, Vinegar Bill?
where the Gila sleeps in the sagebrush hill
where do you come from, Popoli
in your laplap jockstrap sewn with bead?
I'm growing up in New Guin-ea
under the eye of Margaret Mead
laughing, talking, one hand, the other hand
one foot, the other foot
that's where the shoe is
roundabout
*
how's your old man earn his nicker?
potter? piper? peapod-picker?
packer? knacker? sailor? stoker?
bumbailiff? or bailbond-broker?
doctor? proctor? thane? or thief?
dustman? postman? on relief?
my old man's a dustman
he wears a dustman's hat --
aah, knock it off, Noddy
we already been there
my old man's a navvy
a navvy by his trade
he wheels a great big barrow
he swings a pick and spade
my old man's a navvy
he get's a navvy's pay
it doesn't fill a rotten tooth
or scare the wolf away
I'm growin up to earn my keep
as quickly as I can
an I guess I'll be a navvy
just like my old man
my father works in the A & P
my mother clerks in the baker-y
my sister dances in the hula show
and they do it for me, me, me
my old man's a psychiatrist
he has a psychiatrist's couch
he doesn't stick any needles in
but his patients still cry ouch!
he thinks I'm slightly paranoid
or maybe rather manic
I tell him I'll turn out all right
if only he won't panic
if you got anxiety
my dad will worry for you
at 25 bucks an hour
it's what psychiatrists do
*
Why? -- Z
butter your bread
if you don't like it
go to bed
Why? Why? Why?
¿Cuándo? Pourquoi? Far vus?
why does a chicken cross the road?
no hablo español
waarom steekt een kip de weg over?
pourquoi non?
¿ cuándo la gallina cruza la carretera?
vais ich?
perchè Garibaldi alla battaglia di Calatafimi
portava le bretelle tricolori?
to hold his pants up, stupid
*
how and when and where and why
stars and sun and moon and sky
canals and craters, dunghills, dunes
tell me what's beyond the moons?
beyond the moons the sands are deep
they spread through all the purple skies
in them are Giants who never sleep
but watch the world with burning eyes
they're just like us, with sharper claws
huger pincers, fiercer jaws
and if they catch you -- goodbye head!
goodbye little crystal bed!
so wrap your feelers round your feet
fold your thorax nice and neat
the sun is high, the hour is late
now it's time to estivate
I lay me in my quartzy pool
I pray the gods to keep it cool
to keep off demons far and near
and wake me when the winter's here
to dance with joy on all my legs
and live to lay a thousand eggs
*
Mother Mother I am sick
call for the doctor quick quick quick!!!
Doctor Doctor shall I die?
Yes my child and so shall I ...
Do you ever think when the hearse goes by
that one of these days you're going to die?
a-whoo, a-whoo ...
the dark the hairy scary dark's where
the nightblooming neuroses grow:
Mummy the THING'S under my bed again!
they wrap you up in a big white shirt
and cover you over with tons of dirt
a-whoo ...
under my bed, my childhood bed
only the dustflocks blew
in the midnight caverns of my head
the goblins spawned and grew
they stuff you into a long long box
and cover you over with mountains of rocks
a-whoo ...
but my children's fears are wider, wilder
fiercer, freer
in their delirious feverdreams
angry shadows chatter from the bookshelves
and Caesar's legions fight all Gaul from the staircase
landing
imperial ibises rise
stark and threatening from the reeds of the rug
and the worms crawl out and the worms crawl in
and the ones that crawl in are lean and thin
and the ones that crawl out are fat and stout
a-whoo, a-whoo ...
deposition by J.E.G., acquaintance of writer:
The storm was raging and the wind was howling outside the
castle. Inside the castle the lights flickered of. There was a
blood-curling shriek. A Black figure stalked up the corridor.
Bloodstained was his hands. I ran down the corridor and fell.
Quickly I got up. I ran down the corridor only to find a girl
jabbed in the back. As I ran farther I fell in a pit. It was a don-
jon! I felt myself being chained to the wall. I struggled to
free myself only to get whipped in the leg. The lights went on,
I found the Black thing ready to cut my throat! I prepared to
die. IM DEAD! IM DEAD! I screamed.
your eyes fall in and your hair falls out
and your brains come tumb-a-ling down your snout
a-whoo ...
Hap-py Birthday!
Hap-py Birthday!
children are crying
people are dying
Happy Birthday ...
here you're in
there you're out
that's how the world goes
roundabout!
*
rise, Sally, rise
open your eyes
the earth turns east, the sun turns west
turn to the one you love the best
Red Rover, Red Rover, let Billy come over
I wish, I wish your wish may come true
the sun is up high at the top of the sky
you can't cross my river unless you wear blue
bushel of wheat, bushel of barley
all not hid, holler Charley!
bushel of wheat, bushel of rye
all not hid, holler I!
bushel of wheat, bushel of clover
all not hid can't hide over
look out, World! here I come!
we sing from near, we sing from far
you brought us here, and here we are
we sing from far, we sing from near
nobody told us why we're here
we sing by night, we sing by day
nobody told us what to say
in love begot, in lust begot
nobody asked us what we thought:
*
my warriors have pitched their tents
where Tigris meets Euphrates
I suck the stubborn teats of goats
and feed upon the date-trees
I hunker down upon my heels
(they call me chieftain's daughter)
and I crack my lice between my nails
and flick them in the water
we have to sing, we sing a song
it's all of Time and twice as long
*
Black sheep, black sheep, have you any wool?
Yes, Master Coxe, my fleece is fat and full
Shearer, shearer, clip him to the fell
and take the wool to little John who lives by the well
I sit and pick at wool
I pick at wool all day
I have no time to go to school
I have no time to play
the shepherds tend the flocks
the shearers clip their backs
and sell the wool to Thomas Coxe
who stuffs it into sacks
and when the bags are full
they bring them in to me
for every day I pick the wool
he pays my penny fee
my hands are cracked and sore
I pray to go to heaven
and hope perhaps he'll pay me more
next year when I am seven
I sing my song the whole day long
from morning light to even
*
I am a little chimney sweep
a poor benighted chap
I knock about the dark all day
and no-one cares a rap
the soot grinds down into my groins
each time my brush goes whap!
I'll die from cancer of the nuts
if I don't get the clap
we sing our song, our song is long
it's large as life and twice as strong
if you should see a chimney sweep
your luck will turn to bad
so always keep your eyes away
from a chimney-sweeping lad
but if by chance they light on one
don't let it go at that
-- just hold your collar till you see
a horse, a dog, a cat ...
*
here upon the altar
lies the bleeding victim
we slew him without falter
-- that was why we picked him
O mighty Rongo, here's your fish
wrapped up in tidy parcels
was ever god served up a dish
of such prodigious morsels?
all the gods are bad ones
and some are worse than others
the god who gave me his name
had demons for his brothers
he chose the altar for me
the axe to split my head
the leaves to wrap my ears and nose
for the prize when I was dead
the missionary came then
and he took me in his arm
he swore his God would strike them dead
if they did me any harm
my father broke his spear in two
the prayer-king stove his drum
and as a joyful Christian child
I sing of Kingdom Come!
*
one day he gave me peaches
one day he gave me pears
one day he gave me fifty cents
to kiss him on the stairs
the missionary ladies
have taught me to sew and cook
to plant flowers in pots
and embroider French knots
and write in a bluelined book
they have taught me to read the Bible
and to frown and turn my back
on Corporal McGlash
when he twirls his moustache
and calls me the Rose of Ladakh
but my mother will come and fetch me
to my home on the mountain side
and I'll turn back my face
to the ways of my race
in Shamlegh when I am a bride
and turquoise and silver will bind up my hair
instead of a flowery hat
my three husbands will plough
while the fourth milks the cow
-- but I won't tell the pastor that.
I gave him back his peaches
I gave him back his pears
I only kept the fifty cents
and kicked him down the stairs
*
Mammy, Mammy, tell me true
when shall we be free?
Hush, chile, eat you chickenfoot stew
don't say dem things to me
ole Uncle Jack he wanta git free
foun his way north by de bark on de tree
cross dat river floatin in a tub
paterollers gibm a mighty close rub
Mammy, Mammy, all de years
Massa laid us low
Hush, chile, hush chile, all you tears
won' make him let us go
old Aunt Dinah jes like me
wuk so hard she wanta git free
but Aunt Dinah gittin kinda ole
she feared of Canada cause it so cole
Mammy, wanta board dat Freedom Train
feel de sun shine on my haid
hush, chile! don't talk out so plain
or you mighty close to dead!
ole Uncle Billy, mighty fine man
tote de news to Massa, fast as he can
tell Uncle Billy you want free fer a fac
nex day de hide skun offn you back
and still we dance and still we sing
Juba dancers in a ring!
Juba dis an Juba dat
Juba skin dat Yaller Cat
Juba jump and Juba sing
Juba cut dat Pigeon's Wing!
Gadder roun, chillun, thank de Lawd
old Abe done set us free
Massa in de cole cole groun, praise Gawd
in de Year of Jubilee!
Missus an Massa, walkin down street
hans in dere pockets, nothin to eat
Missus git home, wash up de dishes!
patch up y'ole man's raggedy britches!
Massa run home, git out de hoe
clear de weeds outa y'own corn row
de Kingdom Come, de slaves gone free
ain no slaves in de Year Jubilee!
two four six eight
we don't want to integrate
('I dunno what they complainin about what with
Bull Connor givin em free street
baths an dog shows ever day')
put down you heel
put down you toe
ever time you turn aroun
you stomp Jim Crow!
git off you knees
hold up you head
ever time you turn aroun
Jim Crow dead!
*
get a piece of pork and
stick it on a fork and
shove it in the mouth of a Jewboy, Jew ...
a skinny kid, a Yidl kid, I run the streets of Kiev
the sh'gutzim kick my shins, the cold winds blow me like a leaf
a skinny kid, a Yidl kid, with swinging black earlocks
for furtrimmed ladies and their gents my father fixes clocks
he cheats them just a little bit to make up for the tax
I call them Pan and Panya and I spit behind their backs
a dirty sheeny ragged Yid I spit behind their backs
Jewboy, Jew
Jewboy, Jew
I am Belsen number 7829
I know not blue sky nor to see the sun shine
blind, I hear others die. I am called swine.
and still we sing and still we sing
and through the wires our voices ring
does no-one hear? does no-one come?
Lord of the World, my mouth is dumb
*
Bach Jones a bag of bones
a belly full of fat
and when he dies he shuts his eyes
now what do you think of that?
at Aberfan where I began
I never grew to be a man
the slag ran down toward the town
I cried and I was still
God lost my name and no-one came
I died beneath the hill
still in their dreams our voices sing
through stone and slime the echoes ring
Rhys Owen was a holy man
he went to church on Sunday
to pray to God to give him strength
to whip the boys on Monday!
*
the light swings west, the shadows follow
the ball is hollow
on the wall
curtsey, salute and roundabout
we go by turns but never out
we turn the world away from night
we raise the sun, we bring the light
if we don't act the way we should
too bad for you. We're here for good.
and begin again
is the name of the game
laughing, talking where the ball bounces
in the forgotten schoolyard
one hand, the other hand; one foot, the other foot
you know the one
(Saturday Afternoon Kid
blackball-cracker, scotchmint-muncher
handkerchief-chewer extraordinary)
clap front, clap back
ballthwack on the boardfence
front and back, back and front
arms of old beeches reaching over drop their
sawtooth leaves in your hair
(as I was sitting beneath a tree
a birdie sent his love to me
and as I wiped it from my eye
I thought: thank goodness cows can't fly)
tweedle, twydle
curtsey, salute
and roundabout
until you're out
the shadows turn, the light is long
and while you're out you sing this song
this year, next year, sometime, never
en roule-en ma boule roule-en
we'll be friends for ever and ever
Pimperroquet, le roi des papillons
se faisant la barbe, il
se coupa le menton
une, une, c'est la lune
deux, deux, c'est le jeu
seven, eight trois, trois -- c'est à toi!
nine, a-laura
ten a-laura echod, shtaim
Secord hamelech bashomayim
echod, shtaim, sholosh, ar-ba ...
whereja get the cold, sir?
up at the North Pole, sir;
what were ya doin there, sir?
catchin Polar bears, sir;
how many didja catch, sir?
one, sir; two, sir
Salome was a dancer
she did the hootchykootch
she shook her shimmy shoulder
and showed a bit too much
my boyfriend's name is Fatty
he comes from Cincinnati
my boyfriend's name is Jello
he comes from Monticello
ini ini maini mo
que cheleque palesto
que jingale lestingo
ini ini maini mo
and this is the way you played
begin:
ordinary throw the ball against the fence, catch it
moving same thing, don't move your feet laughing
mustn't show your teeth talking
shut, your, mouth
one hand that's how you
catch it the other hand
one foot pick it up, you dope the other foot
and
clap front, clap back
front&back, back&front
tweedle with your hands like twiddling your thumbs
only overhand
twydle underhand curtsey, salute
and roundabout
catch it and
start from moving
over the whole thing without
stirring from the spot slap
your leg for one foot wave your
arms for roundabout on through laughing ononon
TILL YOU GET TO BIG MOVING !!!
particle, atom, molecule, world
solar system, galaxy, supergalaxy, cosmos
but start with small, the ball on the wall
that's how it went, and begin again:
my boyfriend's name is Tonto
he comes from New Toronto
with twenty-four toes
and a pickle on his nose
and this is the way my story goes:
*
we
started
something
like a slug
and grew without
a thought or wish to
something like a fish a
frog a bird a pig a golly-
wog and ultimately red and
born a blueblack head or
peppercorn or bald or
blind or idiot or
multiheaded
,poly-
glot
*
I = I
I? = ?I
?W?H?Y?
?I = I?
I = not
ALL/eye/see
= (s/ m)uch
= notme
(rockabye baby the cradle is hard
yer pa got it outa the junkman's backyard)
the thing that I thought was the moon
turned out to be Mother's face
or Sister's or Brother's or Dad's or the cat's
-- there's notme all over the place
(but I want the world's food in my belly
I want all the things I can see
I want all the toys in the world in my arms
and I want all the arms around ME)
black skin, drum belly
little stick leg
Papa paint the sores on
hold your hands and beg
*
What shall we name the baby?
William? or James? or John?
Matthew? or Mark? or maybe
even Napoleon?
sticks and stones can break my bones
but names'll never hurt me
and when I'm dead and in my grave
you'll be sorry for what you called me
whatcher name?
Dickery Dame
ask me agin
and I'll tell ya the same ...
... the secret power, the personal key
the three golden hairs in the forehead of the Giant
the stone in the yoke in the egg in the duck
in the rabbit in the basket in the chest beneath the Oak
in the Oak of the Golden Bough
in the magical Mistletoe:
'In the whole of the East Indian Archipelago
the etiquette is the same
no-one utters his own name...'
Sha-ame, sha-ame!
everybody knows yer na-ame!
Whatcher name?
Mary Jane
wheredya live? comment t'appelle tu?
down'a lane je m'appelle comme mon pere
whatcher number? et ton pere?
cucumber mon pere s'appelle comme moi
it's Dinger Bell and Dusty Miller, Moishe Tochas
and Lumber Bonce
it's mwele and Elkeh Pipick, Scaevola, Pepito and
Tanglefoot ...
what do they call'y'?
Patchy Dolly
where were y' born?
in the cow's horn
*
where were ya born? I didn't hear ya
roundabout and begin again
well I'll tell ya
my father was born in England
my mother was born in France
but I was born in diapers
because I had no pants
(cross my heart and hope to die
if I ever tell a lie )
where were you born my pretty lass?
born in the still-house bin
ifn Pappy hadn picked me outa the mash
they'd'a called me Stone Blind Gin
where do you come from, Cotton-Eye Joe?
way down south where the taters grow
where do you come from, Vinegar Bill?
where the Gila sleeps in the sagebrush hill
where do you come from, Popoli
in your laplap jockstrap sewn with bead?
I'm growing up in New Guin-ea
under the eye of Margaret Mead
laughing, talking, one hand, the other hand
one foot, the other foot
that's where the shoe is
roundabout
*
how's your old man earn his nicker?
potter? piper? peapod-picker?
packer? knacker? sailor? stoker?
bumbailiff? or bailbond-broker?
doctor? proctor? thane? or thief?
dustman? postman? on relief?
my old man's a dustman
he wears a dustman's hat --
aah, knock it off, Noddy
we already been there
my old man's a navvy
a navvy by his trade
he wheels a great big barrow
he swings a pick and spade
my old man's a navvy
he get's a navvy's pay
it doesn't fill a rotten tooth
or scare the wolf away
I'm growin up to earn my keep
as quickly as I can
an I guess I'll be a navvy
just like my old man
my father works in the A & P
my mother clerks in the baker-y
my sister dances in the hula show
and they do it for me, me, me
my old man's a psychiatrist
he has a psychiatrist's couch
he doesn't stick any needles in
but his patients still cry ouch!
he thinks I'm slightly paranoid
or maybe rather manic
I tell him I'll turn out all right
if only he won't panic
if you got anxiety
my dad will worry for you
at 25 bucks an hour
it's what psychiatrists do
*
Why? -- Z
butter your bread
if you don't like it
go to bed
Why? Why? Why?
¿Cuándo? Pourquoi? Far vus?
why does a chicken cross the road?
no hablo español
waarom steekt een kip de weg over?
pourquoi non?
¿ cuándo la gallina cruza la carretera?
vais ich?
perchè Garibaldi alla battaglia di Calatafimi
portava le bretelle tricolori?
to hold his pants up, stupid
*
how and when and where and why
stars and sun and moon and sky
canals and craters, dunghills, dunes
tell me what's beyond the moons?
beyond the moons the sands are deep
they spread through all the purple skies
in them are Giants who never sleep
but watch the world with burning eyes
they're just like us, with sharper claws
huger pincers, fiercer jaws
and if they catch you -- goodbye head!
goodbye little crystal bed!
so wrap your feelers round your feet
fold your thorax nice and neat
the sun is high, the hour is late
now it's time to estivate
I lay me in my quartzy pool
I pray the gods to keep it cool
to keep off demons far and near
and wake me when the winter's here
to dance with joy on all my legs
and live to lay a thousand eggs
*
Mother Mother I am sick
call for the doctor quick quick quick!!!
Doctor Doctor shall I die?
Yes my child and so shall I ...
Do you ever think when the hearse goes by
that one of these days you're going to die?
a-whoo, a-whoo ...
the dark the hairy scary dark's where
the nightblooming neuroses grow:
Mummy the THING'S under my bed again!
they wrap you up in a big white shirt
and cover you over with tons of dirt
a-whoo ...
under my bed, my childhood bed
only the dustflocks blew
in the midnight caverns of my head
the goblins spawned and grew
they stuff you into a long long box
and cover you over with mountains of rocks
a-whoo ...
but my children's fears are wider, wilder
fiercer, freer
in their delirious feverdreams
angry shadows chatter from the bookshelves
and Caesar's legions fight all Gaul from the staircase
landing
imperial ibises rise
stark and threatening from the reeds of the rug
and the worms crawl out and the worms crawl in
and the ones that crawl in are lean and thin
and the ones that crawl out are fat and stout
a-whoo, a-whoo ...
deposition by J.E.G., acquaintance of writer:
The storm was raging and the wind was howling outside the
castle. Inside the castle the lights flickered of. There was a
blood-curling shriek. A Black figure stalked up the corridor.
Bloodstained was his hands. I ran down the corridor and fell.
Quickly I got up. I ran down the corridor only to find a girl
jabbed in the back. As I ran farther I fell in a pit. It was a don-
jon! I felt myself being chained to the wall. I struggled to
free myself only to get whipped in the leg. The lights went on,
I found the Black thing ready to cut my throat! I prepared to
die. IM DEAD! IM DEAD! I screamed.
your eyes fall in and your hair falls out
and your brains come tumb-a-ling down your snout
a-whoo ...
Hap-py Birthday!
Hap-py Birthday!
children are crying
people are dying
Happy Birthday ...
here you're in
there you're out
that's how the world goes
roundabout!
*
rise, Sally, rise
open your eyes
the earth turns east, the sun turns west
turn to the one you love the best
Red Rover, Red Rover, let Billy come over
I wish, I wish your wish may come true
the sun is up high at the top of the sky
you can't cross my river unless you wear blue
bushel of wheat, bushel of barley
all not hid, holler Charley!
bushel of wheat, bushel of rye
all not hid, holler I!
bushel of wheat, bushel of clover
all not hid can't hide over
look out, World! here I come!
we sing from near, we sing from far
you brought us here, and here we are
we sing from far, we sing from near
nobody told us why we're here
we sing by night, we sing by day
nobody told us what to say
in love begot, in lust begot
nobody asked us what we thought:
*
my warriors have pitched their tents
where Tigris meets Euphrates
I suck the stubborn teats of goats
and feed upon the date-trees
I hunker down upon my heels
(they call me chieftain's daughter)
and I crack my lice between my nails
and flick them in the water
we have to sing, we sing a song
it's all of Time and twice as long
*
Black sheep, black sheep, have you any wool?
Yes, Master Coxe, my fleece is fat and full
Shearer, shearer, clip him to the fell
and take the wool to little John who lives by the well
I sit and pick at wool
I pick at wool all day
I have no time to go to school
I have no time to play
the shepherds tend the flocks
the shearers clip their backs
and sell the wool to Thomas Coxe
who stuffs it into sacks
and when the bags are full
they bring them in to me
for every day I pick the wool
he pays my penny fee
my hands are cracked and sore
I pray to go to heaven
and hope perhaps he'll pay me more
next year when I am seven
I sing my song the whole day long
from morning light to even
*
I am a little chimney sweep
a poor benighted chap
I knock about the dark all day
and no-one cares a rap
the soot grinds down into my groins
each time my brush goes whap!
I'll die from cancer of the nuts
if I don't get the clap
we sing our song, our song is long
it's large as life and twice as strong
if you should see a chimney sweep
your luck will turn to bad
so always keep your eyes away
from a chimney-sweeping lad
but if by chance they light on one
don't let it go at that
-- just hold your collar till you see
a horse, a dog, a cat ...
*
here upon the altar
lies the bleeding victim
we slew him without falter
-- that was why we picked him
O mighty Rongo, here's your fish
wrapped up in tidy parcels
was ever god served up a dish
of such prodigious morsels?
all the gods are bad ones
and some are worse than others
the god who gave me his name
had demons for his brothers
he chose the altar for me
the axe to split my head
the leaves to wrap my ears and nose
for the prize when I was dead
the missionary came then
and he took me in his arm
he swore his God would strike them dead
if they did me any harm
my father broke his spear in two
the prayer-king stove his drum
and as a joyful Christian child
I sing of Kingdom Come!
*
one day he gave me peaches
one day he gave me pears
one day he gave me fifty cents
to kiss him on the stairs
the missionary ladies
have taught me to sew and cook
to plant flowers in pots
and embroider French knots
and write in a bluelined book
they have taught me to read the Bible
and to frown and turn my back
on Corporal McGlash
when he twirls his moustache
and calls me the Rose of Ladakh
but my mother will come and fetch me
to my home on the mountain side
and I'll turn back my face
to the ways of my race
in Shamlegh when I am a bride
and turquoise and silver will bind up my hair
instead of a flowery hat
my three husbands will plough
while the fourth milks the cow
-- but I won't tell the pastor that.
I gave him back his peaches
I gave him back his pears
I only kept the fifty cents
and kicked him down the stairs
*
Mammy, Mammy, tell me true
when shall we be free?
Hush, chile, eat you chickenfoot stew
don't say dem things to me
ole Uncle Jack he wanta git free
foun his way north by de bark on de tree
cross dat river floatin in a tub
paterollers gibm a mighty close rub
Mammy, Mammy, all de years
Massa laid us low
Hush, chile, hush chile, all you tears
won' make him let us go
old Aunt Dinah jes like me
wuk so hard she wanta git free
but Aunt Dinah gittin kinda ole
she feared of Canada cause it so cole
Mammy, wanta board dat Freedom Train
feel de sun shine on my haid
hush, chile! don't talk out so plain
or you mighty close to dead!
ole Uncle Billy, mighty fine man
tote de news to Massa, fast as he can
tell Uncle Billy you want free fer a fac
nex day de hide skun offn you back
and still we dance and still we sing
Juba dancers in a ring!
Juba dis an Juba dat
Juba skin dat Yaller Cat
Juba jump and Juba sing
Juba cut dat Pigeon's Wing!
Gadder roun, chillun, thank de Lawd
old Abe done set us free
Massa in de cole cole groun, praise Gawd
in de Year of Jubilee!
Missus an Massa, walkin down street
hans in dere pockets, nothin to eat
Missus git home, wash up de dishes!
patch up y'ole man's raggedy britches!
Massa run home, git out de hoe
clear de weeds outa y'own corn row
de Kingdom Come, de slaves gone free
ain no slaves in de Year Jubilee!
two four six eight
we don't want to integrate
('I dunno what they complainin about what with
Bull Connor givin em free street
baths an dog shows ever day')
put down you heel
put down you toe
ever time you turn aroun
you stomp Jim Crow!
git off you knees
hold up you head
ever time you turn aroun
Jim Crow dead!
*
get a piece of pork and
stick it on a fork and
shove it in the mouth of a Jewboy, Jew ...
a skinny kid, a Yidl kid, I run the streets of Kiev
the sh'gutzim kick my shins, the cold winds blow me like a leaf
a skinny kid, a Yidl kid, with swinging black earlocks
for furtrimmed ladies and their gents my father fixes clocks
he cheats them just a little bit to make up for the tax
I call them Pan and Panya and I spit behind their backs
a dirty sheeny ragged Yid I spit behind their backs
Jewboy, Jew
Jewboy, Jew
I am Belsen number 7829
I know not blue sky nor to see the sun shine
blind, I hear others die. I am called swine.
and still we sing and still we sing
and through the wires our voices ring
does no-one hear? does no-one come?
Lord of the World, my mouth is dumb
*
Bach Jones a bag of bones
a belly full of fat
and when he dies he shuts his eyes
now what do you think of that?
at Aberfan where I began
I never grew to be a man
the slag ran down toward the town
I cried and I was still
God lost my name and no-one came
I died beneath the hill
still in their dreams our voices sing
through stone and slime the echoes ring
Rhys Owen was a holy man
he went to church on Sunday
to pray to God to give him strength
to whip the boys on Monday!
*
the light swings west, the shadows follow
the ball is hollow
on the wall
curtsey, salute and roundabout
we go by turns but never out
we turn the world away from night
we raise the sun, we bring the light
if we don't act the way we should
too bad for you. We're here for good.
and begin again