My father comes from London <br />En Ma sy’s van de Aar <br />My Ma say sê mos ‘Dankie’ <br />And Pater: ‘Ever so ta! ’ <br /> <br />I started school in Kommetjie <br />Then on to Boksburg High <br />Where they taught me how to spraak the taal <br />And make a lekker braai. <br /> <br />Chorus: Dis ‘n half-en-half ou wereld <br />In dié Suid Afrika <br />Where did I get my ginger hair <br />From London or de Aar? <br /> <br />Now Ma makes Pater’s collars <br />All starched around the seams <br />But for herself she only wears <br />Those stywe-pap crimplenes. <br /> <br />My Ma sy skreeu so baie <br />Daar by die Soccer Test <br />But Pater says: ‘I say! I say! <br />My tiddly winks are best’. <br /> <br />Chorus: <br /> <br />As Ma maak lekker potjie <br />Then Pater hardly speaks <br />He only wants his cabbage cooked <br />Until it blooming well squeaks. <br /> <br />I find it so confusing <br />But maybe dis tog goed <br />I darem have to eat my wors <br />With beef and Yorkshire Pud. <br /> <br />Chorus: <br /> <br />Now Ma’s a bottle blondie <br />And Pater’s pate is bare … <br />So I’ll never ever know just where <br />I got my ginger hair! <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />(c) Margaret Kollmer<br /><br />Margaret Kollmer<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/ginger-hair-lyric/
