{"id":5019,"date":"2020-08-27T18:44:43","date_gmt":"2020-08-27T18:44:43","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/folksongandmusichall.com\/?page_id=5019"},"modified":"2025-12-19T07:42:03","modified_gmt":"2025-12-19T07:42:03","slug":"our-little-garden-sub-bub","status":"publish","type":"page","link":"https:\/\/folksongandmusichall.com\/index.php\/our-little-garden-sub-bub\/","title":{"rendered":"Our little garden sub-bub"},"content":{"rendered":"\n
AKA<\/strong><\/td>In our little garden Subbub
Rubbub<\/td><\/tr>
First Published<\/td> 1922<\/td><\/tr><\/tbody><\/table><\/figure>\n\n\n\n
Lyrics<\/strong><\/td>Bob Weston <\/td>Music<\/strong><\/td>Bert Lee<\/td>Roud<\/strong><\/td>RN5394<\/td><\/tr><\/tbody><\/table><\/figure>\n\n\n\n
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Music Hall Performers<\/strong><\/td>Ernie Mayne<\/td><\/tr>
Folk performances<\/strong><\/td>Source Singers<\/strong>
Ling, Ruby 1975-80 England, Suffolk
Fradley, George 1984, England, Derbyshire
[Swift, Tufty 1981 England, Suffolk]*

*not referred to in VWML at time of writing<\/em><\/td><\/tr><\/tbody><\/table><\/figure>\n<\/div><\/div>\n\n\n\n
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I feel like a fighting man, I'm fit and fat and fine\nSince I've lived in a little garden sub-bub up the line\nThough to call it a suburb is the fashionable way\nBut I call it a sub-bub 'cos it's easier to say\nIf town life's too fast for you and country life too slow\nDon't make a bungle of your life but build a bungalow\n\nIn our little garden sub-bub\nFar away from the noise and the hub-bub\nWhen you've tired of the pub-bub\nTired of the club-bub\nTake a little house in the garden sub-bub\nThere you can grow stewed rub-bub\nAnd you can bath in an old rain tub-bub\nSo leave all the hub-bub, and the pub-bub and the club-bub\nAnd grow your own grub-bub in the sub-bub.<\/em>\n\nOur hens lay our eggs and they're eggs-traordinary eggs\nOh they're egg-squisite eggs oh they're  egg-sceptional eggs\nAs examples of eggs that are eggs, our eggs will eggs-cel \nThe eggs-cellent eggs that all the best egg sellers sell. \nWell, I'll lay a bob that Tommy Lipton couldn't lay \nThe sort of eggs our cocks and hens are laying every day....\n\nWe draw all our water from a well. Well, I say well\nWell, we call it a well, though it doesn't work so well\nAnd to judge by the smell our tabby cat that wasn't well\nSaid all's well that ends well and got drowned down in the well\nBut who wants a well, ay? Who the dickens wants a well?\nWhile I've a barrel full of bass the well can go to...\n\n[Final chorus]<\/em>\nWell in our little garden sub-bub-bub-bub-bub\nFar away from the noise and the hub-bub-bub-bub-bub\nWhen you've tired of the pub-bub\nAnd you're tired of the club-bub-bub-bub\nTake a little house in the garden sub-bub-bub-bub-bub\nThere you can grow stewed rub-bub-bub-bub-bub\nAnd you can bath in an old rain tub-bub-bub-bub\nSo leave all the hub-bub, and the pub-bub and the club-bub\nAnd grow your own grub-bub in the sub-bub.<\/em><\/pre>\n<\/div><\/div>\n<\/div><\/div>\n\n\n\n
Ernie Mayne<\/a> made this Weston and Lee<\/a> song famous, and it was remembered by English source singers later in the 20th century.  A recording or download of this song can be purchased from Windyridge CDs.<\/a><\/p>\n\n\n\n
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