Blimey Libby - I can't keep up with your blogging tempo! I've never heard of 'a leg and a wing to see the king' but happy birthday to your mister anyway!
A Leg And A Wing is a plaqyground game carried out by many youngsters. It involves at least 3 people. One lays down on the floor, another holds the persons arms and the third person holds the persons legs. They pick him/her up and swing them from side to side, or back and forth, chanting the following rhyme:
A leg and a wing To see the king A 1, A2 A jolly good 3
On the count of 3, the two wingmen throw the person they are swinging and let go of their arms and legs.
Thank you for your good wishes re misters b'day. I was joking about giving him the bumps and we laughingly recalled just what YP described...what we used to do as children.
(And by the way (just catching up on posts) I can't offer you a flat in Edinburgh or any of those other alternative-house places, but should you ever want to have a holiday in Edinburgh, just let us know and if dates are suitable we'll happily vacate it as long as you don't mind feeding our cats.)
blimey, it's a while since I've heard that phrase. I don't recall letting go but I guess we must have done! did we all get hurt? clearly I must have bumped my head and forgotten!
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Blimey Libby - I can't keep up with your blogging tempo! I've never heard of 'a leg and a wing to see the king' but happy birthday to your mister anyway!
I have no idea what that first quote means but Happy Birthday to Your Geezer anyway!x
A Leg And A Wing is a plaqyground game carried out by many youngsters. It involves at least 3 people. One lays down on the floor, another holds the persons arms and the third person holds the persons legs. They pick him/her up and swing them from side to side, or back and forth, chanting the following rhyme:
A leg and a wing
To see the king
A 1, A2 A jolly good 3
On the count of 3, the two wingmen throw the person they are swinging and let go of their arms and legs.
Thank you for your good wishes re misters b'day.
I was joking about giving him the bumps and we laughingly recalled just what YP described...what we used to do as children.
Happy belated birthday mister Libby...slow off the mark though I am
Happy Birthday Mr D!
(And by the way (just catching up on posts) I can't offer you a flat in Edinburgh or any of those other alternative-house places, but should you ever want to have a holiday in Edinburgh, just let us know and if dates are suitable we'll happily vacate it as long as you don't mind feeding our cats.)
blimey, it's a while since I've heard that phrase. I don't recall letting go but I guess we must have done! did we all get hurt? clearly I must have bumped my head and forgotten!
Happy birthday mister.
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