Naija Nursery Rhymes

Here’s a childhood song that every nigerian child was taught in school. Let’s see if you can sing along. Standard living standard living….. I am a doctor in my country, everybody knows me well if you look at me up and down you will know

Here’s a childhood song that every nigerian child was taught in school. Let’s see if you can sing along. Standard living standard living….. I am a doctor in my country, everybody knows me well if you look at me up and down you will know

Here’s a childhood song that every nigerian child was taught in school. Let’s see if you can sing along. Standard living standard living….. I am a doctor in my country, everybody knows me well if you look at me up and down you will know

Here’s a childhood song that every nigerian child was taught in school. Let’s see if you can sing along. Standard living standard living….. I am a doctor in my country, everybody knows me well if you look at me up and down you will know

Here’s a childhood song that every nigerian child was taught in school. Let’s see if you can sing along. Standard living standard living….. I am a doctor in my country, everybody knows me well if you look at me up and down you will know

Old Roger is dead And gone to his grave Hm, ha, Gone to his grave They planted an apple tree Over his head Hm, ha, Over his head. The apples were ripe And ready to drop Hm, ha Ready to drop There came an east wind A-blowing them off Hm, ha A-blowing them off There came an old woman A-picking them up Hm, ha A-picking them up Old Roger got up And gave her a knock Hm, ha Gave her a knock Which made the old woman Hm, ha Hippity-hop.

Old Roger is dead And gone to his grave Hm, ha, Gone to his grave They planted an apple tree Over his head Hm, ha, Over his head. The apples were ripe And ready to drop Hm, ha Ready to drop There came an east wind A-blowing them off Hm, ha A-blowing them off There came an old woman A-picking them up Hm, ha A-picking them up Old Roger got up And gave her a knock Hm, ha Gave her a knock Which made the old woman Hm, ha Hippity-hop.

Who sat and watched my infant head When sleeping on my cradle bed, and tears of sweet affection shed? My Mother.

Who sat and watched my infant head When sleeping on my cradle bed, and tears of sweet affection shed? My Mother.

L’abe igi orombo Nigerian folklore song has been a childhood playtime song for Children from the Yoruba speaking part of Nigeria. See the lyrics below: L’abe igi orombo (2x) N’ibe l’agbe nsere wa Inu wa dun, ara wa ya (2x) L’abe igi orombo Meaning; Under the orange tree Where we play our games We are happy, we are excited Under the orange tree... #folklore #yoruba #africanfolklore #folksongs #yorubaculture