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JONES JUNIOR HIGH
JOY C. ― STORIES & SONGS (see also “B”, “O”, “S”, & “T’” pages)


JONES JUNIOR HIGH
From D.S.: Hi, Can you provide the complete lyrics to: Three cheers for Jones Junior High, The best Junior high in Toledo ....
   A. Three cheers for the Jones Junior High

Three cheers for the Jones Junior High
It's the best junior high in Toledo
Its colours are purple and white
(spoken) Purple is for majesty, White is for fight, team, fight! [Repeat ad nauseam [:>)]


From JOY C. [2008]: STORIES & SONGS (see also “B”, “O”, “T’” pages)
Dear Phyl and Walt, I love your web site! What a great idea. I found it while searching for lyrics for songs both of my granddaddies sang to me when I was a very young child in Georgia.

Mama's daddy's heritage was Ulster Scot. He maintained a beautiful specimen garden around his house that he had built for my grandmama when they married, which they lived in until they both died. The house was a few blocks from the Flint River in Albany, Georgia. I loved the garden but didn't appreciate it back then as much as I do now.

I remember plums,  pomegranates and strawberries, but my favorite edible was the overhead muscadine vine that provided shade and a secret playhouse for me and my two younger sisters. I still recall the aroma of warm muscadines popping open in the hot sun. There were also a few of the
obligatory Georgia pecan trees scattered around the property.

I remember being unable to safely walk barefoot around the front yard because the squirrels made such a mess with the cracked pecan (pronounced pEEcan) shells. The "cut from a nut" between toes still makes me cringe. My grandmama would say to Mama, "ViNell, those chil'ren need to wear their shoes!".  She would take us to the front porch and break off a piece of a gigantic aloe plant and rub it across the cut.  

She'd say, "come here, chickens, this will do it." Chickens was the term of endearment she used for her grandchildren.  

When granddaddy came home from his post-retirement job, he would spend time with us kids while he relaxed in his big, green recliner which was positioned facing the fireplace and the tv. He would sing songs and tell us silly stories. I remember "Billy Boy", "Tipperary", "You Take the High Road and I'll Take the Low Road",  and "Long Legged Sailor".

But there was one song or phrase that used to make him laugh hard, and would usually cause my grandmother to scold him mildly if she was within earshot. Here are the lyrics I remember:  

"Booby, booby, run home and tell your mother, your big bow-legged brother.
I don't care if you do, 'cause they are boobies, too!"  

When I was very young, I thought the lyrics were, "Ruby, Ruby" because that was my grandmother's name. Mama corrected me. She said it was a silly song, much like what kids would sing to poke fun at someone on a school playground. Is this something he made up? Or could it be lyrics to a known