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The ink is black, the page is white
Together we learn to read and write
Read and write
And now a child can understand
This is the law in all the land
All the land
The ink is black, the page is white
Together we learn to read and write
Read and write
The slate is black, the chalk is white
The words stand out so clear and bright
Clear and bright
And now at last we plainly see
The alphabet of liberty
Liberty
The slate is black, the chalk is white
The words stand out so clear and bright
Clear and bright
A child is black, a child is white
The whole world looks upon the sight
A beautiful sight
And very well the whole world knows
This is the way that freedom grows
Freedom grows
A child is black, a child is white
The whole world looks upon the sight
A beautiful sight
The world is black, the world is white
It turns by day and it turns by night
It turns by night
It turns so each and everyone
Can take his station in the sun
In the sun
The world is black, the world is white
It turns by day and it turns by night
It turns by night
Had this song in my head for a while, well the first couple of lines that I could remember anyway. This used to be one of my favourite songs because It was catchy, didnβt really get the message behind it but reading it now itβs quite a nice song.
Together we learn to read and write
Read and write
And now a child can understand
This is the law in all the land
All the land
The ink is black, the page is white
Together we learn to read and write
Read and write
The slate is black, the chalk is white
The words stand out so clear and bright
Clear and bright
And now at last we plainly see
The alphabet of liberty
Liberty
The slate is black, the chalk is white
The words stand out so clear and bright
Clear and bright
A child is black, a child is white
The whole world looks upon the sight
A beautiful sight
And very well the whole world knows
This is the way that freedom grows
Freedom grows
A child is black, a child is white
The whole world looks upon the sight
A beautiful sight
The world is black, the world is white
It turns by day and it turns by night
It turns by night
It turns so each and everyone
Can take his station in the sun
In the sun
The world is black, the world is white
It turns by day and it turns by night
It turns by night
Had this song in my head for a while, well the first couple of lines that I could remember anyway. This used to be one of my favourite songs because It was catchy, didnβt really get the message behind it but reading it now itβs quite a nice song.
I went to a Chinese restaurant,
To buy a loaf of bread bread bread
They wrapped it up in a five pound note
And this is what she said said said
Spanish lady turn around
Spanish lady touch the ground
Spanish lady do the kicks
Spanish lady show your Knicks
(Followed by saying Wooo! And lifting up your skirt)
To buy a loaf of bread bread bread
They wrapped it up in a five pound note
And this is what she said said said
Spanish lady turn around
Spanish lady touch the ground
Spanish lady do the kicks
Spanish lady show your Knicks
(Followed by saying Wooo! And lifting up your skirt)
I remember the feel of those come and praise books, they had a textured cover
My primary was a tiny village one. Victorian 35 pupil job. We used to bike home for dinners.
I think our curriculum was hand-me-downs from the nearest town school, we had Scottish Maths (SMP). They started with paper books in infant class and then went Red-Green-Blue-orange-purple workbooks. Gin. Reading books. Remember Tim andTobias, my sister telling me it was an awesome book and me thinking it was pretty shite.
We had blocks of outside toilets which we could use if the single one inside was occupied
My primary was a tiny village one. Victorian 35 pupil job
. We used to bike home for dinners.I think our curriculum was hand-me-downs from the nearest town school, we had Scottish Maths (SMP). They started with paper books in infant class and then went Red-Green-Blue-orange-purple workbooks. Gin. Reading books. Remember Tim andTobias, my sister telling me it was an awesome book and me thinking it was pretty shite.
We had blocks of outside toilets which we could use if the single one inside was occupied
God so many memories reading this thread. Defo remember:
-geordie racer
- cauliflowers fluffy
- autumn days
- grannyβs garden
- letterland
- the red pens
- blackboards
I was born in 83. I also remember doing maypole dancing and do this at a mayday fete
-geordie racer
- cauliflowers fluffy
- autumn days
- grannyβs garden
- letterland
- the red pens
- blackboards
I was born in 83. I also remember doing maypole dancing and do this at a mayday fete
We did sing "flying purple people eater" as well as chart songs.
Parents would probably moan today.
Parents would probably moan today.
Does anyone remember a game on the computer called badger... something??
I remember that game I just googled it and it was called PODD and we just always typed rude things in and he never did them
My youngest had a check at school by a dental nurse, the whole year didThe tablets are yes! Imagine these days if the kids had to have a check by a school dentist, Christ almighty, parents would be screaming 'assault' from the rooftops!
The thin man terrified me. My mum had to ask the school to not let me watch it
These were the books everyone wanted to read when I was 13
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in my day you had to walk about being tragic reciting A Borstal Boy - not that any of us knew what a borstal boy was. It was very emosh hahah
A borstal boy came home one day
to find his love had gone away
when he asked the reason why
in these words she did reply
"If you had chose a better life
I would gladly be your wife
but you chose A life of crime
so borstal boy go do your time"
Far away in a cold dark cell
the borstal boy did ring his bell
when they found him hanging dead
this is what his letter read
"dig my grave, wide and deep
plant red roses at my feet
on my chest place a turtle dove
to show the world I died for love"
Now all you girls keep in mind
a borstal boy is hard to find
so if you find one love him true
for a borstal boy would die for you
We also carried copies of Judy Blume giggling over the 'dirty bits'. Later it would be Flowers in the Attic.
At secondary we would go round the old folks home doing Christmas carols and I was almost suspended for singing a filthy version of the 12 days of Christmas, didn't realise the teacher was stood behind me. She let me sing all of it before she let on.
We also had to know every move to Papa Don't Preach and perform it every break whilst still being 'cool'
All the girls wanted to be my best mate because my cousin was the school heart throb and was the spit of Andrew Ridgely from Wham
A borstal boy came home one day
to find his love had gone away
when he asked the reason why
in these words she did reply
"If you had chose a better life
I would gladly be your wife
but you chose A life of crime
so borstal boy go do your time"
Far away in a cold dark cell
the borstal boy did ring his bell
when they found him hanging dead
this is what his letter read
"dig my grave, wide and deep
plant red roses at my feet
on my chest place a turtle dove
to show the world I died for love"
Now all you girls keep in mind
a borstal boy is hard to find
so if you find one love him true
for a borstal boy would die for you
We also carried copies of Judy Blume giggling over the 'dirty bits'. Later it would be Flowers in the Attic.
At secondary we would go round the old folks home doing Christmas carols and I was almost suspended for singing a filthy version of the 12 days of Christmas, didn't realise the teacher was stood behind me. She let me sing all of it before she let on.
We also had to know every move to Papa Don't Preach and perform it every break whilst still being 'cool'
All the girls wanted to be my best mate because my cousin was the school heart throb and was the spit of Andrew Ridgely from Wham
omg judy blume! I read pretty much all of her books when I was about 9/10 (probably too young) and remembered them as really racy (in parts) I read a couple of them last year (as an adult) and they were no way as racy as i remembered!in my day you had to walk about being tragic reciting A Borstal Boy - not that any of us knew what a borstal boy was. It was very emosh hahah
A borstal boy came home one day
to find his love had gone away
when he asked the reason why
in these words she did reply
"If you had chose a better life
I would gladly be your wife
but you chose A life of crime
so borstal boy go do your time"
Far away in a cold dark cell
the borstal boy did ring his bell
when they found him hanging dead
this is what his letter read
"dig my grave, wide and deep
plant red roses at my feet
on my chest place a turtle dove
to show the world I died for love"
Now all you girls keep in mind
a borstal boy is hard to find
so if you find one love him true
for a borstal boy would die for you
We also carried copies of Judy Blume giggling over the 'dirty bits'. Later it would be Flowers in the Attic.
At secondary we would go round the old folks home doing Christmas carols and I was almost suspended for singing a filthy version of the 12 days of Christmas, didn't realise the teacher was stood behind me. She let me sing all of it before she let on.
We also had to know every move to Papa Don't Preach and perform it every break whilst still being 'cool'
All the girls wanted to be my best mate because my cousin was the school heart throb and was the spit of Andrew Ridgely from Wham
A bucket of Sawdust in the dinner hall & every other corner in the school if you threw up the sawdust seemed to do wonders
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We sung this (or a very similar version) in Year 4 and looking back, it's kinda creepy 
We are the *school name* girls,
We wear our hair in curls
We wear our bras so tight
It is a sexy sight
You know the boy next door
He got me on the floor
He gave me 50 pence
To go behind the fence
He counted 1-2-3
He stuck it into me
My mother was surprised
To see my belly rise
My father jumped for joy
To see a new baby boy
We are the *school name* girls,
We wear our hair in curls
We wear our bras so tight
It is a sexy sight
You know the boy next door
He got me on the floor
He gave me 50 pence
To go behind the fence
He counted 1-2-3
He stuck it into me
My mother was surprised
To see my belly rise
My father jumped for joy
To see a new baby boy
I'd been debating earlier whether to share my memory of this one but the version I knew had some slightly different lyrics, which in all honesty are a bit rapey. I'd be absolutely horrified if my children were singing things like that age 6 or 7. Yey for the late 80's ehWe sung this (or a very similar version) in Year 4 and looking back, it's kinda creepy
We are the *school name* girls,
We wear our hair in curls
We wear our bras so tight
It is a sexy sight
You know the boy next door
He got me on the floor
He gave me 50 pence
To go behind the fence
He counted 1-2-3
He stuck it into me
My mother was surprised
To see my belly rise
My father jumped for joy
To see a new baby boy
HAHAHA, I did that in primary school and got into trouble
That sounded like one hell of a crazy school you attended I love hearing your stories
That sounded like one hell of a crazy school you attended I love hearing your stories
Only with crazy piano woman with the Princess Diana haircut, may I add, rocking away in the corner.