Oh The Grand Old Duke Of Bjork

We have a new CD in the car – of English nursery rhymes – quite a good one, the proof being I haven’t chucked it out of the window yet. It is great for keeping Léonie awake as we approach home (as all hardy parents know, a 10 min nap in the car often means no proper nap after lunch, which will inevitably end in toddler meltdown and parental wrinkle-brow headache). The second track is The Grand Old Duke of York. It is Tommy’s favourite. He belts out “OH … The Grand Old Duke of Bjork!” and no matter how many times I tell him it’s York not Bjork, he nods wisely, “Yes, I know, Mummy”, and continues with his homage to Bjork.

Oh The Grand Old Duke of Bjork,

He had some thousand men,

He mashed them at the top of the hill and he mashed them down again.

And when we are up, we are up.

And when we are down, we are down.

And when we are only halfway up we are never up and down.

The Grand Old Duke of Bjork leading her armada of some thousand men.

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One thought on “Oh The Grand Old Duke Of Bjork

  1. Bjork no doubt hears this homage by the use of carefully trained carrier-bats, who beam back the news to her dimension in perfect pipistrellian. Her song “Army of Me” is about the exact same incident.

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