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Knees Up, Mother Brown

Oh, knees up, Mother Brown,
  Knees up, Mother Brown.
  Come along, dearie, let it go,
  Ee-I-Ee-I-Ee-I-O.
  It's your blooming birthday,
  Let's wake up all the town,
  So, knees up, knees up,
  Don't get the breeze up,
  Knees up, Mother Brown.

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  • New Massacre
    May 18, 2004
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    Well, us ye oldie english types still sing this lovely little ditty.

    They should never have put a link to oldpo on the front page of allpo it's just another reason for endless procrastination. If they paid me to procrastinate by gum I'd own the world by now.

    This doesn't really have any meaning at all, but somehow its stayed in our tradition for goodness knows how long.

    i feel we brits may be a tidbit sentimental.

    Jadey xXxXx