Thursday 26 July 2012


with a little help from RICHARD DEVANEY
As promised when we last looked into this long-lost but well remembered local institution in this diary entry, here are the words to the Niddries Biscuit Tin Song.
The old Biscuit Tin chugged off into the Middlewich sunset many years ago now, so we're not claiming that this is the definitive version of the song.
In fact if you know any additional words, or can correct  the ones we have here, we would, as always, be glad to hear from you.
The tune is one of those old folk-style stand-bys and has been used, with variations, for such classics as The Laughing Policeman, Mike Harding's Uncle Joe's Mintballs and The Oldham Tinkers' Pennine Rangers and for many others over the years. There are even shades of My Old Man's A Dustman in there. We'll be calling around with some sound recording equipment to capture the song for posterity in all its glory before too long
The sudden mention of WINSFORD BATHS! at the end is a reference to the old open air baths in Rilshaw Lane, just outside Winsford, which was one of the Biscuit Tin's ports of call all those years ago.


Niddrie's had a biscuit tin
All tied up with string;
The wheels had no mudguards,
And the seats they had no springs.

We're going round the corner,
The corner wasn't there,
And poor old Niddrie's biscuit tin
Went flying through the air.

Lulu had a baby,
She called him Sunny Jim;
She put him in the bath tub
To see if he could swim.

He swam to the bottom
And he came up for air;
Then Lulu got excited
And pulled him by the hair-

-cut, shampoo, ring the barber's bell,
And if he doesn't like it,
Just tell him, go to...

Hey there! Say there! How about a kiss?
Hey there! Say there!  What comes after this?


(original photo of the Morris Z Bus courtesy of John Page and
 Dick Gilbert's Classic Buses Website)

1 comment:

  1. Great Memories! I also recall at Infant's School in the 'Fifties that the Biscuit Tin used to bring our school dinners from Senior School. If it was late, the teachers would encourage us to shout, 'Come on, Mister Nidderie!'


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