5 June 2026

Naughty

My mother was a great one for singing snatches of songs when she was in a light and happy mood. It is a trait that I confess I have inherited.

The songs that Mum tended to reference were from her pre-war youth here in South Yorkshire and also from World War II itself. How many times did I hear her launch into "The White Cliffs of Dover" in the kitchen? It's a song that we had played over the crematorium sound system at her funeral in 2007. She would have approved of that.

In her prime, she had a strong and tuneful voice. When you have a voice like hers, it is as if you are in possession of a special musical instrument that might crack or wither if you forgot to practise playing it every few days.

This week I found myself singing one of Mum's favourite songs. I had not thought about it in years. It was a music hall song and a little mischievous. It first saw the light of day in 1913, eight years before Mum was even born. I believe it speaks of more innocent times. It is unlikely that Kendrick Lamar or Stormzy would or could ever record a similar song in this current decade.

It's "Hold Your Hand Out You Naughty Boy!"by the Manchester songwriter Charles William Murphy. This is the first verse with the chorus, followed by a rendition I found on YouTube...

At the club one evening Jones was telling all his pals
How much he hated girls, despised their golden curls
"You wouldn't catch me with a girl, you bet your life!" said he
"Girls possess no charm for me!"
Then one chap there at Jones began to leer
Picked up his cane and said to him "Come here..."

[Chorus]
"...hold your hand out naughty boy
Hold your hand out naughty boy
Last night in the pale moonlight
I saw you
With a nice girl in the park you were strolling full of joy
And you told her you'd never kissed a girl before
Hold your hand out naughty boy!"

So yes, for the past few days this song has become my latest earworm. Charles William Murphy wrote several other popular songs before dying at the tender age of forty three. His repertoire included, "My Girl's A Yorkshire Girl" and "She's a Lassie from Lancashire". A lot of his songs formed the soundtrack to World War One - sung in the trenches in the mud and blood and raining missiles.

25 comments:

  1. Those tunes helped people to keep up the morale.

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    1. I bet that some Canadian lads took those songs home with them... if they survived.

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  2. That's a cute song which I have never heard of before.

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  3. Music can do so much for us, and I imagine that most of us associate certain songs with specific people, places or events in their lives. Some work like a time machine, taking you back to a certain time in your life. I have several that for me are Scarborough, summer 2006, a holiday with Steve that I will always treasure particularly.

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  4. I have the original vinyl recording of Joan Littlewood's production of
    Oh, What A Lovely War ! It opened at the Theatre Workshop in London 1963.

    Naughty Boy is one of the songs in this legendary First World War drama.
    Known as the mother of modern theatre, Ms Littlewood also produced
    A Taste of Honey written by 18-year-old Shelagh Delaney from Salford.

    Len Deighton, who died in March aged 97, purchased the film rights to
    Lovely War using his own money.
    After a dispute with director Richard Attenborough he removed his name from
    the film's credits.

    Deighton writes about casting the film in an afterword to his novel Close-Up,
    now a Penguin Modern Classic.

    Younger readers can watch the final scene of Oh, What A Lovely War (1969)
    on YouTube.

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    1. 1960 : A TASTE OF SALFORD WITH SHELAGH DELANEY/ Monitor/ BBC Archive.
      YouTube.

      Delaney wrote Charlie Bubbles ( Finney ) and Dance With A Stranger,
      on the last woman hanged in England, Ruth Ellis ( Miranda Richardson ).

      Tastes of Honey by Selina Todd is the only biography of Ms Delaney.
      Available in paperback.

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    2. Such a tragedy that Shelagh Delaney died at the tender age of 72. Morrissey of The Smiths said, "I've never made any secret of the fact that at least 50 per cent of my reason for writing can be blamed on Shelagh Delaney".

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  5. From there to Jumpin' Jack Flash in two generations. One generation? Rather mind bending.

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    1. Yes - the song my mother sang seems so very tame now.

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  6. I wake up every single morning singing a song in my head and many times it's not one I've heard in a while but there it is, singing in my head all day long.

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    1. Do you ever find yourself singing this Bob? It is the theme song for an old British animated series for kids...
      Bob the Builder!
      Can we fix it?
      Bob the Builder!
      Yes, we can!

      [Verse 1]
      Scoop, Muck, and Dizzy, and Roley too
      Lofty and Wendy join the crew
      Bob and the gang have so much fun
      Working together, they get the job done

      [Chorus]
      Bob the Builder!
      Can we fix it?
      Bob the Builder!
      Yes, we can!

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  7. Well going through my head at the moment is Que Sera Sera - what will be will be, apparently it started in our language. But in the 50s we sang 'It will be coming round the mountain when it comes,' I think as children it had plenty of go in the song. I would dedicate it as an earworm ;)

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    1. Whatever will be will be - especially if our fellow citizens vote for the Reform charlatans!

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  8. A young man talking about not liking girls, - looking for a husband.

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    1. I think the song refers to his cunning tactics.

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  9. That is not a song I've ever heard before. More innocent indeed, but I think I prefer meatier fare like Dylan or the Beatles. (I'll pass on Stormzy, though.)

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  10. The good old days when adults hit children. It beggars belief that people thought it was fine for teachers cane children!

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    1. If you had been in my class, I might have been tempted to cane you for backchat Traveller... and for selling wooden clothes pegs!

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  11. I know that song, I think from the Music Hall "revival" in the 70s. I didn't know the later verses.

    I wonder what the verse for the "soldiers' chorus" (not sung in the version you link to) was? Maybe unprintable.

    There's something to me quite fascinating about the persistence of fragments of popular culture over generations. As a child I learnt some from my parents which they had obviously learnt from their parents. Quite a few were from WWI, which was a formative experience - more from my mother's father than my father's. The latter apparently never spoke of his wartime experiences to his family whereas I get the feeling that travelling to the war was the former's big adventure and he remained a leading figure in his country town's ex-serviceman's organisation.

    Examples include parody words to the Soldiers' choruse from Gounod's Faust, "Passengers shall please refrain from passing water while the train is standing" (Dvorak's Humoresque; maybe not from military circles) and "Be kind to your web footed friends." There was also "Don't be ridiculous, Nicholas" though I expect that too was not specifically WWI.

    I find

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    1. Dunno what I found. Obv I pressed publish too early but let it be,

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  12. There was a programme on TV when I was a kid that celebrated the old music hall traditions. As I've gotten older I find myself seeking out old folk songs that tell stories of life back in the day. Music is something yhat has always brought people together.

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