Song Help!! When I was little, my Grandfather used to sing me this song........Can you help with the name?

Question

(bare with me here!)

It goes something like this.............A-rump, A-rump, A-rump diddle diddle day and every night in the mellow moonlight this is what they say, A-rump, A-rump .........................and so on. I don't remember any more of the words.........

But, I do remember sitting on his lap as he sang it to me............

Answer 1

That`s to sweet to mess with, i wish somebody loved me like that.

Answer 2

Parade Of The Wooden Soldiers Lyrics

The toy shop door is locked up tight
And everything is quiet for the night
When suddenly
The clock strikes twelve
The fun's begun

The dolls are in their best arrayed
There's going to be a wonderful parade
Hark to the drum
Oh, here they come
Cries everyone

Hear them all cheering
Now they are nearing
There's the captain stiff as starch
Bayonet's flashing
Music is crashing
As the wooden soldiers march
Sabers a-clinking
Soldiers a-winking
At each little pretty maid

Here they come, here they come
Here they come, here they come
Wooden soldiers on parade

Answer 3

I think it's probably "The Cannibal King," an old camp song:


The Cannibal King
submitted by Linda Schofer

The cannibal king with the big nose ring
Fell in love with the dusting maid.
And every night in the pail moon light
Across the lake he came.
He hugged and he kissed this pretty little miss
Under the bamboo tree.
And every night in the pail moon light
It sounded like this to me.
Boom Boom “X” “X”...Boom Boom “X” “X”
Under the bamboo tree.
Boom Boom “X” “X”...Boom Boom “X” “X” ...
Under the bamboo tree.


We’ll build a bungalo big enough for two,
Big enough for two my darling, big enough for two.
And when we’re married happy we’ll be,
Under the bamboo, under the bamboo tree.
If you’ll be m-i-n-e, mine...I’ll be t-h-i-n-e, thine...
And I’ll l-o-v-e, love you...all the t-i-m-e, time.
You are the b-e-s-t, best of all...the r-e-s-t, rest...
And I’ll l-o-v-e, love you...all the t-i-m-e, time, time, any ol’ time.

Version below submitted by Tom Digby
who learned a slightly different version of the Cannibal King song, in Florida in the 1950's

A cannibal king with a big nose ring
Fell in love with a dusky maid
And every night in the pale moonlight
Across the lake he'd wade.
He'd hug and kiss his pretty little miss
In the shade of the bamboo tree
And every night in the pale moon light
It'd sound like this to me:


A-rump, A-rump,
A-rump tiddley eye-dee-a-a-a
A-rump, A-rump,
A-rump tiddley eye-dee-a.


We'll build a bungalow,
Big enough for two.
Big enough for two, my darling,
Big enough for two.
And we'll be married,
Happy we'll be,
Under the shade of
The big banana tree.


If you'll be M-I-N-E mine
I'll be T-H-I-N-E thine
And I'll L-O-V-E love you
All the T-I-M-E time.
You are the B-E-S-T best
Of all the R-E-S-T rest
And I'll L-O-V-E love you
All the T--I--M-E time.


Rack 'em up, sack 'em up,
Kiss 'em all the time:
Match in the gas tank,
BOOM BOOM!


Here are addition verses from David Lynch
who remembers the songs from the early sixties in Atlanta, and who has traced the lyrics' origins. According to David, 'dusky' was changed to 'very young' after society became more sensitive to people's feelings in the mid 60's. Most likely 'dusky' was sometimes confused with 'dusting.'

The years went by like one, two, three,
And now there is a fam-i-ly
And every night
By the pale moon light
It sounds like this to me-e-e:
Arrumph Ma ma
Arumph Pa Pa
Arrumph diddley eye-dee-a-a-a
Arrumph Ma ma
Arumph Pa Pa
Arrumph diddley eye-dee-a-a-a

The years went by like one, two, three,
And now their kids have fam-i-ly
And every night
By the pale moon light
It sounds like this to me-e-e:
Arrumph gran ma
Arumph gran pa
Arrumph diddley eye-dee-a-a-a
Arrumph gran ma
Arumph gran pa
Arrumph diddley eye-dee-a-a-a

The years went by like one, two, three,
And now there is no fam-i-ly
And every night
By the pale moon light
It sounds like this to me-e-e:
Arrumph (here is silence or sound like wind in trees)
Arumph
Arrumph diddley eye-dee-a-a-a
Arrumph
Arumph
Arrumph diddley eye-dee-a-a-a

Answer 4

Parade Of The Wooden Soldiers Lyrics

The toy shop door is locked up tight
And everything is quiet for the night
When suddenly
The clock strikes twelve
The fun's begun

The dolls are in their best arrayed
There's going to be a wonderful parade
Hark to the drum
Oh, here they come
Cries everyone

Hear them all cheering
Now they are nearing
There's the captain stiff as starch
Bayonet's flashing
Music is crashing
As the wooden soldiers march
Sabers a-clinking
Soldiers a-winking
At each little pretty maid

Here they come, here they come
Here they come, here they come
Wooden soldiers on parade

Answer 5

Could it have been something that he just made up, and not an actually song?

Answer 6

the toy drum soldiers

Answer 7

it could have been something he made up himself to entertain you...my papa used to do that to me....