There is a ditty that is familiar to me from my youth, the chorus of which goes as follows:
Some say the Devil is dead
Devil is dead
Devil is dead
Some say the Devil is dead
And buried in Killarney.
More say he rose again
More say he rose again
More say he rose again
And joined the British Army.
I have refrained from teaching this song to my daughter as I have a charming colleague whose father is in the British army and he sounds delightful too and, anyway, doesn’t everyone love the British army now?
It was therefore with some surprise that I heard the Princess intoning as we went around the supermarket last weekend:
Some say the Devil is dead
Devil is dead
Devil is dead
Some say the Devil is dead
And buried in Clarissa.
I say he rose again
I say he rose again
I say he rose again
And joined the British Army.
“Where did you hear that song”, I asked. “Aunty Helen taught it to me on the telephone” she replied proudly.
Oh dear, Aunty Helen.
‘buried in Clarissa’? Oh my.
Aunty Helen respectfully wishes to inform Belgianwaffle’s readers that she (Aunty Helen was “forced” to sign to the princess on the phone. Under such circumstances, it is grossly unfair to complain about content!
Also at the time I was stuck at the side of an Indian road waiting for my tyre to be repaired. extenuating circumstances if ever there were any!!
You can’t trust those aunties.
ouch!
Ohh!! the trouble with Aunties in India!
I bet that’s one singing video that doesn’t appear on youtube 🙂