Lady goes to market?

"Lady goes to Market, Prim prim prim.
Gentleman goes to market, Trott, trott, trott.
But the farmer goes to market, Jigga jigga jigga jigga jigga jigga jig."

These words were often recited to me while I was growing up. Mostly by my Grandmother on the Smith side of the family. All my infanthood, I heard this. As younger cousins grew up, I heard these words, As the children of my elder cousins grew, they were subjected to these words.
So it is only natural that I recite these words to my children as they grow.

I thought this was a common rhyme. Said when jigging the child upon your knee. But while recently visiting my youngest child, his mother told me off for saying it, because it is 'made up shit'.

So in a lull from my usual internet activities, I decide to google this rhyme.
1 result.
Yep, just one result.
A very brief mention of the rhyme, on emma's diary.
That is it.
So is this rhyme rare, or is the lack of info about it on the net a sign that rhymes are dying?
Maybe, it is a Black Country rhyme. As my grandmother was from there.
Who knows. But because of the lack of mentions of it, I decided to give it one.

Lady goes to Market, Prim prim prim.
Gentleman goes to market, Trott, trott, trott.
But the farmer goes to market, Jigga jigga jigga jigga jigga jigga jig.

Rain

Why do people always complain about the rain?
I welcome it.
I love the way the world looks under the silhouette of the cloud and with the glisten of the moisture upon the greenery which becomes so much more vibrant and alive with the help of a bit of rain.
I love the freshness of the air after a good storm. The smell of the fields accentuated by the damp air that surrounds me.
I love being in the rain, feeling the droplets of life excite my skin as they gently fall upon me. The pitter patter of the drops on leaves, on the window, on the car and especially on the canvas of my tent while camping. I find it relaxing like natures rhythm, telling you that the world is alive and growing. Each little drop eventually gathering to sustain the life of millions of creatures.
I love rain and I really can't understand why people hate it so much.
So you get a little bit wet?
Be thankful for the rain. The day it stops, will be the greyest day of all.

Introduction.

I always wanted to start a blog. Never knew how to get into it. But after some reseach and a desire to share my wealth of knowledge on other subjects, I started on. Now I know how easy it is, I thought I would start another one for my own personal musings.
So here it is.
Come on in, sit yourself down, and read about the storms that rage in my mind, or the things that get me asking why? how? what? when? where?

About me.
My name is Jason Stokes, and after googling my name I am not the American Sportsman. Thus trying to get jasonstokes as a blog name was nigh on impossible.
So I tried my initials. J.L.S. But apparently there is some child boy band with that name. I am currently suing them for using my name.
So I had to call myself jasonstokescouk which was ok as I already owned the domain www.jasonstokes.co.uk so that sort of worked.

Anyway, my name is Jason. I am a single parent currently out of work, and trying to find work at the mo that fits in with my kids.
I live in the North Wiltshire area.
Hobbies and interests include, but are not limited to:
Radio Controlled cars,
Computers and gaming,
Drumming,
Model making (to be fair, I haven't done this properly in over 15 years)
Walking around,
and exploring abandoned mines.

I am the sort of person that will look at both sides of an argument or dispute, and will rarely take sides unless there is evidence to support one being a stronger candidate. My blog will often contain these sort of views.

I know it's early days, but I hope you enjoy reading that which I choose to share with you.

Jason.