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If you take a willow pattern plate and hold it in your hands | 04-Aug-08

If you take a willow pattern plate and hold it in your hands,
You will see it's covered rim to rim with scenes from foreign lands

Enquirer's mother used to sing it to her when she was a child, before 1938.

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I know parts of the poem:-

If you take a willow pattern plate and hold it in your hand
You will see it's covered rim to rim with scenes in foreign land
People one, two, three, also you will see
And a bridge across the water and a big plum pudding tree
Now of course this all means something and I'm going to relate
The strange and doleful story of the willow pattern plate.
There's a little boy and little girl awalking to and fro
There's their father with a spyglass running after them just so
For an old Chinee Mandarin is he
And he lives in yon pagoda neath the big plum pudding tree
And he's saying Hurry off to school and mind you don't be late
And he's frowning most severely on the willow pattern plate
Then he turns his back and goes indoors they jump and laugh and say
Now I think instead of going to school we'll have some fun today

(I can't remember the next part!!)

Then amid their glee, Dear of Deary me
There's their father with a spyglass neath the big plum pudding tree
They tried to run in terror but their terror was so great
That they fell into the waters of the willow pattern plate
Then their father came and siezed them by their pigtails long and black
And he rescued them from drowning and he sternly marched them back

(I can't remember the next part - something about whipping them soundly and sending them to bed with out their tea)

Now we hope you'll all take warning from their most unhappy fate
As we learn it from the pictures on the willow pattern plate.

(If anyone knows the missing parts I'd love to know them)!!
Pam Fitzgerald

My mum used to sing this to me when she was washing my hair and I have sung it many times to my children. These are the words we sang:-

If you take a willow pattern plate and hold it in your hand
You will see it's covered rim to rim with scenes from foreign land
Figures one, two, three, also you will see
There?s a bridge across the water by a big plum pudding tree
Of course it all means something and I'm going to relate
The sad and awful story of the willow pattern plate.

There's a little boy and little girl awalking to and fro
And their father with his spyglass running after them just so
For an old Chinese Mandarin is he
And he lives in yon pagoda by the big plum pudding tree.
He's saying ?Hurry off to school, now mind you don't be late?,
And he's frowning most severely on the willow pattern plate.

He turns his back and goes indoors they laugh and shout and play
And they say instead of going to school we'll have some fun today
I should like to be sailing on the sea
Or be swinging in the branches of the big plum pudding tree
They tied a piece of sugar to a piece of stick and string
And they fish away for hours and hours and didn?t catch a thing

There amid their glee, dear oh deary me
There's their father with his spyglass by the big plum pudding tree
They tried to run in haste, their terror was so great
That they fell into the waters of the willow pattern plate

Their father came and seized them by their pigtails long and black
And he rescued them from drowning and he sternly marched them back
They had no cake for tea, dear oh deary me
And he spanked them with a vengeance by the big plum pudding tree
I hope you all take notice of their most unhappy fate
As I told to you the story of the willow pattern plate.

She used to sing another song too which I would love to get the words of, it was about grandmamma going to her first ball, being shy, looking down at the floor, seeing two black shoes approach, she looked up, danced etc - the man ended up becoming grandpapa!

Anyone know this one?
Diane Priest

Diane Priest

does anyone know the tune though?
Jan Capper

The tangent at the end of Diane Priest's comment re the song about Grandmama and Grandpapa is perhaps the one about them meeting in the Second Minuet?
Susan Williams

My Mom used to sing me a song about the willow plate,does anyone know it? Or is It part of the song? It goes like this.

Chang was a China boy,Poor young China boy, sing low,low, sing well aday. Chang and little maid, turned in to turtle doves. Look on the willow plate, you'll find them there. sing low low sing well aday
Lisa Wright

Back in 1946 when I was in 6th grade at Florence Ave school and in the choir we learned the Willow Plate Song which is the one that Lisa Wright (below) is acquainted with. I know some of it as well. I was hoping to find all the words too. This is all that I remember:

Long ago lived a maid named ZuLu
Graceful, fair, like the Jasmin spray.
Chang was a China boy, poor young China boy
Sing lu lu sing well aday

Wing Wong Pu was her haughty father
Drove young Chang from his door away
Then neath the willow tree zulu wept for him
Sing lu lu sing well aday.

(Wish I could remember what goes here?)
Chang and the little maid
Turned to Turtle Doves
Sing lu lu Sing well aday.

Now they sit neath the willow branches
Where soft breezes around them play
Look on the Willow Plate
You will find them there
Sing Lu Lu Sing well aday.

Barbara Stephens

So long ago and such a sad tune. I can only remember: Sad my story but is not yet ended. Fairies came so the old book says. Chang and the little maid turned to turtle doves. Sing low low sing well a day.
Brenda Heller

Long ago lived a maid named Zulu,
Graceful, fair, like the jasmine spray.
Chang was a china boy, poor young china boy.
Sing low, low. Sing welladay.
Sing low, low. Sing welladay.

Wing Wong Poo was her haughty father,
Drove young Chang from his door, away
Then neath the willow tree, Zulu wept for him.
Sing low, low. Sing welladay.
Sing low, low. Sing welladay.

Sad our tale, but tis not yet ended. Fairies came, so the old books say.
Chang and the little maid turned to turtledoves.
Sing low, low. Sing welladay.
Sing low, low. Sing welladay.

Now they sit in the willow branches,
Where soft breezes around them play,
Look on your willow plate,
You will find them there.
Sing low, low. Sing welladay.
Sing low, low. Sing welladay.
Molly Wagner

I don't know the long poem, the one I remember bits from, goes like this, '2 pigeons flying high. something something passing by bridge with four men if not five, My grandma used to tell me when I was small in the 50's.

Carole Learher


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