Ada Lovelace intro:-
So moving on. we find another one,
Of whom it must be said departed far too young,
And although one of the centuries pioneers,
Departed this life a mere 3 dozen years,
A lady, although born into wealth untold,
Was destined from the start to break the mould,
Lord Byron’s daughter, though tis sad to say,
Deserted as her father went his wanton way,
Ma Lovelace then determined she would not allow,
Her daughter that same furrow for to plough,
And to shield her offspring was her single goal,
From all that sex and drugs and rock and roll,
For mathematics, science her mother said,
Would be the path that Ada now would tread,
And for young Ada it was her intent,
That from insanity this would prevent,
A well thought out and very cunning plan,
So she would not go bonkers like her dear old man,
Litlle did she know her clever daughter,
Would take unto it like a duck to water,
And by those grey cells powerfully driven,
Would conjure up that magic algorhythm.
That even Mr Babbage had no indication,
Of his analytical engine’s implications,
And raised full many an eyebrow at the time,
That a girl in such a sphere could ever shine...
lyrics
Ada Lovelace
Ada, they made her, steer well clear of her favour,
Poetry and Literature were things that they forbade her,
Science and algebra was the sort of thing they gave her,
They forgot that Byron was in the genes that made her.
Ada, dear Ada, she could do the math,
Sitting on the lavatory or lying in the bath,
Arithmetic and geometry and that there calculus,
She had kilobytes and algorhythms coming out her arse,
Ada, dear Ada, such a brainy lass,
Brainier than Archimedes or Pythagoras,
But women can’t be brainy, that’s what her mentor said,
Since that weren’t very PC she made them one instead.
La la la la la la la la la la la
She was matha matha matha matical
She was matha matha matha matha matical
Babbage, that savage, with his calculating cabbage,
He was almost blind to see what Ada could envisage,
Needing a large building to stick his cabbage in it,
He was busy building it while she was logging on it.
Newton, our dear Isaac, got an apple on his bonnet,
Ada saw another kind of Apple there upon it,
Digitising everything she played the old jet set,
While they were surfing on the sea, she was on the net.
Darwin, Babbage, Faraday, all that bloomin’ crew,
Nibbling away at everything they thought was new,
But it was a woman who set the world to rights,
Twas Ada made a quantum leap and took a gigabyte.
La la la la la la la la la la la
She was matha matha matha matical
She was matha matha matha matha matical
Ada, dear Ada, she could do the math,
Sitting on the lavatory or lying in the bath,
Arithmetic and geometry and that there calculus,
She had kilobytes and algorhythms coming out her arse,
Ada, dear Ada, such a brainy lass,
Brainier than Archimedes or Pythagoras,
But women can’t be brainy, that’s what her mentor said,
Since that weren’t very PC she made them one instead.
La la la la la la la la la la la
She was matha matha matha matical
She was matha matha matha matha matical
I write both serious and comedy songs. 6 solo CDs to date and collaborations with Steve Cartwright -"Legends of
Leicester/Leicestershire". "All at Sea" shantyish album. Folk based for the most part - when people ask where the ideas come from I can say with honesty -"not drugs!!".. Currently working on a new album "Aspects of Lurve" hopefully out later in 2024....more
