Welcome Back to Sunday & Southern Monthly!
If you missed the previous installments, you’ll be interested in reading Issue 1 where I give a full definition of colloquial and a favorite example of one. In Issue 2 you’ll find out what my youngest daughter does every morning. In Issue 3 you’ll find out what trait I’ve been fighting. In Issue 4 you’ll read about a quirky measurement. Issue 5 was inspired by my oldest. Issue 6 is an attempt to instill patience. Issue 7 provides some musical entertainment. Tell me if Issue 8 is in your opinion, an expletive. Issue 9 is in honor of my husband and any other fishermen out there.
Here in Sunday & Southern Monthly in an attempt to bring a little southern style, charm, grace, and humor to you once a month, I publish a colloquialism favored in the South ~ a southernism. This month, let’s have a little musical entertainment that may prove more energetic than the meaning of the expression ~
GET-UP-AND-GO {GOT UP AND WENT}
Informal Noun
Originating around 1905-1910
Synonyms to Get-up-and-Go /
Antonyms of Got Up and Went extension
- energy
- drive
- spirit
- life
- strength
- pep
- zip
- vitality
- stamina
- vigor
- zeal
- liveliness
- forcefulness
- hustle
- enterprise
- gumption
- peppiness
Get-Up-And-Go
Poem/Lyrics: Anonymous
Sung by: Pete Seeger
Old age is golden, or so I’ve heard said,
But sometimes I wonder, as I crawl into bed,
With my ears in a drawer, my teeth in a cup,
My eyes on the table until I wake up.
As sleep dims my vision, I say to myself:
Is there anything else I should lay on the shelf?
But, though nations are warring, and Congress is vexed,
We’ll still stick around to see what happens next!
How do I know my youth is all spent?
My get-up-and-go has got up and went!
But, in spite of it all, I’m able to grin
And think of the places my getup has been!
When I was young, my slippers were red;
I could kick up my heels right over my head.
When I was older my slippers were blue,
But still I could dance the whole night through.
Now I am older, my slippers are black.
I huff to the stored and puff my way back.
But never you laugh; I don’t mind at all:
I’d rather be huffing than not puff at all!
How do I know my youth is all spent?
My get-up-and-go has got up and went!
But, in spite of it all, I’m able to grin
And think of the places my getup has been!
I get up each morning and dust off my wits,
Open the paper, and read the Obits.
If I’m not there, I know I’m not dead,
So I eat a good breakfast and go back to bed!
How do I know my youth is all spent?
My get-up-and-go has got up and went!
But, in spite of it all, I’m able to grin
And think of the places my getup has been!
On The Smothers Brother Comedy Hour TV show ~ after 17 years being blacklisted by commercial broadcasting.
Pete Seeger in concert with Arlo Guthrie – late 1970’s.
Tune in next month {in a month of Sundays 😉 } for another installment of Sunday & Southern Monthly. You’ll read all about another silly southern saying.
Thanks for reading! Hurry on back now, ya hear?
P.S. Do you have any favorite sayings?
