I'm a lonely little petunia in an onion patch.
An onion patch, an onion patch.
I'm a lonely little petunia in an onion patch.
Oh, won't you come and play with me?

Boo hoo. Boo hoo.
The air's so strong it takes my breath away. Quite away.
I'm a lonely little petunia in an onion patch.
Oh, won't you come and play with me?

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There was a little white duck, sitting in the water.
A little white duck doing what he oughter.
He took a bite of a lily pad. He flapped his wings and he said,
“I'm glad that I'm a little white duck, sitting in the water.
Quack, quack, quack."

There was a little green frog, swimming in the water.
A little green frog doing what he oughter.
He jumped right up on the lilly pad that the little duck. bit and he said,
"I'm glad that I'm a little green frog, swimming in the water.
Ribbet, ribbet, ribbet."

There was a little black bug floating, in the water.
A little black bug doing what he oughter.
He tickled the frog on the lily pad that the little duck bit and he said,
"I'm glad that I'm a little black bug, floating in the water.
Chirp, chirp, chirp."

There was a little red snake, lying in the water.
A little red snake doing what he oughter.
He frightened the duck and the frog so bad. He ate the bug and he said,
"I'm glad that I'm a little red snake, lying in the water.
Ssss, ssss, ssss."

Now there's nobody left., swimming in the water.
Nobody left doing what he oughter.
The duck and the frog ran away, too bad, and the snake ate the bug.
Now I'm very sad, that there's nobody left., swimming in the water.
Boo hoo, Boo hoo, Boo hoo

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Oh, once there was a choo choo train that caught a cold out in the rain.

When he sneezed you'd hear him say; "Atchoo, atchoo, atchoo," all day.
He rolled around and blew his nose. You know how loud a train whistle blows.
Through each town you'd hear him say, "Atchoo, atchoo, atchoo," all day.

Well the little train said, "I won't complain tho' rain clouds are on high."
He laughed at the rain, and soon there came a rainbow in the sky.
Now when the morning sun did shine, the little train was feeling fine.
Still today you'll hear him say, "Atchoo, atchoo, atchoo," all day.

AaaaattCHOO! Bless you , little train!

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I have a little pussy. Her coat. is silver gray.

She lives down in the meadow, not very far away.

She'll always be a pussy. She'll never be a cat.

'Cause she's a pussy willow. Now what do you think of that?

Meow, meow, meow, meow, meow, meow, meow, meow. Scat!

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I have a little puppy. He hasn't any tail.

He isn't very chubby. He's skinny as a rail.

He'll always be a puppy. He'll never be a hound.

I bought him at the butcher shop for 70 cents a pound.

Bow, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow. Hot dog!

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Alice, where are you going?
"Upstairs to take a bath."
Alice with legs like toothpicks,
And a neck like a giraffe,

Raff, raff, raff, raff, r aff, raff, raff.

Alice stepped in the bathtub.
Then she pulled the plug.
Oh my goodness! Oh my soul!
There goes Alice down the hole!

Glug, glug, glug!

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Trot, trot, trot. Trot my pony, trot.

Where it's smooth and where it's stony.

Trot along my little pony.

Go and never stop.

Trot my pony, trot.

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Good morning, merry sunshine.
Why did you wake so soon?   
You scared the little stars away,   
And shined away the moon.

I saw you from my bed last night
Before you stopped your playing
How did you get way over there?
And where have you been staying?

I never go to sleep dear
I just go round to see
My little children of the east
Who wake and watch for me

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Little white kitten is always so neat.

She washes her face, she washes her feet.

Little white kitten is always so neat.

She washes her face with her feet.

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This is the way the lady rides, walk, walk, walk.

This is the way the gentleman rides, trot, trot, trot, trot, trot.

This is the way the cowboy rides, gallopy, gallopy, gallopy.

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Three little speckled frogs
Sitting on a speckled log
Eating a most delicious bug
YUM, YUM

One jumped into the pool
Where it was nice and cool
Now there are two green speckled frogs
RIBBITT, RIBBITT

Two little speckled frogs
Sitting on a speckled log
Eating a most delicious bug
YUM, YUM

One jumped into the pool
Where it was nice and cool
Now there's just one green speckled frog
RIBBITT, RIBBITT

One little speckled frog
Sitting on a speckled log
Eating a most delicious bug
YUM YUM

He jumped into the pool
Where it was nice a cool
Now there are no green speckled frogs
RIBBITT, RIBBITT

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The green worm sleeps in silk.

The turtle sleeps in sand.

The bluebird sleeps in a feather nest.

The horse prefers to stand.

The white lamb sleeps in wool.

The kitten sleeps in fur.

But the monkey sleeps in his mommy's arms

All warm and close to her.

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What do you think Mommy saw on the hill?
Little white lambs lying so still.
White, wooly lambs by the white, wooly sheep.
Playing no more, they are going to sleep.

What do you think Mommy saw in the shed?
Little red calves going to bed.
Quietly they lay, not a kick or a leap.
Little red calves, going to sleep.

What do you think Mommy saw in the nest?
Soft baby chicks, going to rest.
Quietly they lay, not a sound, not a peep.
Soft, yellow balls, they are going to sleep.

What do you think Mommy saw in the house?
Cameron Waite, still as a mouse.
Quietly he lay, not a sound, not a peep.
Cameron Waite is going to sleep.

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Lullaby and goodnight.
Go to sleep now my darling.
There's a sandman, old and wise.
Bringing happy dreams to you.

Lullaby, close your eyes
While the quiet night passes.
You are safe in my arms.
In my arms all night long.

See the moon, rising high,
Turn the shadows to silver.
And the night wind with a sigh
Whispers soft across the hill.

It's a bright, enchanted land
Where the unicorn dances.
Till the stars disappear
And the whole world is still.

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The windshield wiper on Daddy's car

Go swish, swish.

Back and forth, see them pass.

Back and forth on the glass.

On Daddy's car the windshield wipers

Go swish, swish.

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Hush a bye. Don't you cry.

Go to sleep my little baby.

When you wake, you shall see

All the pretty, little horses.

Black and blue, pinto too.

Go to sleep my little baby.

When you wake, you shall see

All the pretty, little horses.

Black and blue, pinto too.

Go to sleep my little baby.

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Oh, my cat is pink.

She likes playing in the sink.

Oh, my cat is blue.

She likes biscuits with her stew.

Oh, my cat is green.

She can count to seventeen.

Oh, my cat is red.

She likes pickles with her bread.

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Play mate, come out and play with me.
And bring your dollies three.
Climb up my apple tree.
Shout. down my rainbarrel.
Slide down my cellar door.
And we'll be jolly friends forever more.

She couldn't come out and play,
It was a sunny day.
With tearful eye she waved goodbye
And this I heard her say,

"Oh, little playmate. I cannot play with you.
My dollies have the flu.
Boo hoo, hoo, hoo, hoo, hoo.
Don't have a rainbarrel.
Don't have a cellar door.
But we'll be jolly friends, forever more!"

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Sleep my child and peace attend thee,

All through the night.

Guardian angels God will send thee,

All through the night.

Soft the drowsy hours are creeping.

Hill and vale in slumber sleeping.

I, my lonely vigil keeping,

All through the night.

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I don't want to play in your yard.

I don't like you anymore.

You'll be sorry when you see me

Sliding down our cellar door.

You can't holler down our rain barrel.

You can't climb our apple tree.

I don't want to play in your yard

If you won't be good to me.

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Chorus:
Would you like to swing on a star?
Carry moonbeams home in ajar?
And be better off than you are?

Or would you rather be a mule?
A mule is an animal with long, furry ears.
He kicks up at everything he hears.
His back is brawny, but his brain is weak.
He's just plain stupid with a stubborn streak.
So if you say you don't like to go to school;
You may grow up to be a mule.

(Chorus)

Or would you rather be a pig?
A pig is an animal with dirt on his face.
His shoes are a terrible disgrace.
He has no manners when he eats his food.
He's fat and lazy and extremely rude.
So if you say you don't care a leaf or fig;
You may grow up to be a pig.

(Chorus)

Or would you rather be a fish?
A fish is an animal that swims in a brook.
He can't write his name or read a book.
To fool the people is his only thought.
But though he's slippery, he still gets caught.
And so if this sort of life is what you wish;
You may grow up to be a fish.

All the monkeys aren't in the zoo.
Every day you meet quite a few. (There's one!)
So you see, it's all up to you.
You can be better than you are.
You could be swinging on a star.

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Flies in the buttermilk, two by two.
Flies in the buttermilk, two by two.
Flies in the buttermilk, two by two.
Skip to my Lou, my darling.

Chorus:
Skip, skip, skip to my Lou.
Skip, skip, skip to my Lou.
Skip, skip, skip to my Lou.,
Skip to my Lou, my darling.

I've lost my girl, now what'll I do;
I'll get another, a better one too; Pa's got a shotgun,
Number 32; Hurry up slowpoke, do, oh, do;
My girl wears a number nine shoe;

Chorus

When I go courting, I take two;
Gone again, now what'll I do?
I'll get another one, sweeter than you;
He's got big feet, and awkward too;

Chorus

Kitten in the haymow, mew, mew, mew;
I'11 get her back in spite of you;
We'll keep it up 'til half past two;
One old boot and a run down shoe;

Chorus

Stole my partner, skip to my Lou.

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Go tell Aunt Rhody. Go tell Aunt Rhody. Go tell Aunt Rhody.
The old gray goose is dead.

The one she's been saving. The one she's been saving. The one she's been saving,
To make a feather bed.

She died in the mill pond. She died in the mill pond She died in the mill pond,
Standing on her head.

Her goslings are crying, Her goslings are crying. Her goslings are crying,
Because their mothers dead.

Old gander is weeping. Old gander is weeping. Old gander is weeping.
The old gray goose is dead

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There was an old woman who swallowed a fly.
I don't know why she swallowed that fly.
I think she'll die.

There was an old woman who swallowed a spider,
That wiggled and wriggled and tickled inside her.
She swallowed the spider to catch the fly,
But I don't know why she swallowed that fly.
I think she'll die.

There was an old woman who swallowed a bird.
My, how absurd to swallow a bird!
She swallowed the bird to catch the spider.
That wiggled and wriggled and tickled inside her.
She swallowed the spider to catch the fly.
But I don't know why she swallowed that fly.
I think she'll die,

I know an old woman who swallowed a cat.
Fancy that! She swallowed a cat!
She swallowed a cat to catch the bird.

(Repeat previous verses)

I know an old woman who swallowed a dog.
My, what a hog to swallow a dog.
She swallowed the dog to catch the cat.

(Repeat)

I know and old woman who swallowed a goat.
She just opened her throat and swallowed a goat!
She swallowed the goat to catch the dog.

(Repeat)

I know an old woman who swallowed a cow.
I don't know how she swallowed that cow.
She swallowed the cow to catch the goat.

(Repeat)

I know an old woman who swallowed a horse.
She's dead, of course!

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When I was a little bitty boy
Just up off-a floor
We used to go down to Grandma's house
Every month end or so
We'd eat chicken pie and country ham
N homemade butter on the bread
But the best darn thing about Grandma's house
Was her great big feather bed

Chorus:
It was nine feet high and six feet wide
Soft as a downy chick
It was made from the feathers of forty-leven geese
Took a whole bolt of cloth for the tick
It'd hold eight kids n four hound dogs
And a piggy we stole from the shed
We didnt get much sleep but we had a lot of fun
On Grandma's feather bed

After the supper we'd sit around the fire
The old folks'd spit and chew
Pa would talk about the farm and the war
And my Gran'd sing a ballad or two
I'd sit and listen and watch the fire
Till the cobwebs filled my head
Next thing I'd know I'd wake up in the morning
In the middle of the old feather bed

Chorus

Well I love my Ma, I love my Pa
Love Granny and Grandpa too
Been fishing with my uncle, I rassled with my cousin
I even kissed Aunt Lou
But if ever had to make a choice
I guess it ought to be said
That I'd trade them all plus the gal down the road
For Grandma's feather bed

Chorus

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Chorus:
Young folks, old folks, everybody come.
Join the Mormon Sunday School and have a lot of fun!
Kindly leave your chewing gum and candy at the door,
And you’ll hear some Bible stories that you’ve never heard before.

The young prophet, Nephi’s faith was strong.
In the scriptures he did no wrong.
According to Frieberg’s picture of him,
He must have gone to a body-building gym!

(Chorus)

Good King Benjamin built a tower.
Spoke to his people for many an hour.
Thousands pitched their tents to see,
It looked like a Boy Scout Jamboree!

(Chorus)

They had some trouble with Alma the Younger.
For spiritual enlightenment he did hunger.
An angel appeared in glorious rays,
And he felt mighty dumb for a couple of days.

(Chorus)

The Jaredites left the Tower of Babel.
They had two leaders who were great and able.
Mahonri Moriancamer earned great fame,
But I can’t remember his brother’s name!

(Chorus)

The Gadianton Robbers get the thanks,
For robbing all the Nephite banks.
They cracked every safe in the whole darn nation,
‘Cause they had the secret combination!

(Chorus)

Buy a Book of Mormon without delay.
Just one buck is all you pay.
I’ll tell you just what it can do…
If it reformed Egyptian, it can reform you!

(Chorus)

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From this valley they say you are going
I will miss your bright eyes and sweet smile
For they say you are taking the sunshine,
That has brightened our pathway awhile

CHORUS:
Come and sit by my side if you love me
Do not hasten to bid me adieu
Just remember the Red River Valley,
And the cowboy that loved you so true

For a long time, my dear, I've waited
For those words that you never would say
But at last all my fond hopes have vanished
For they say you are going away

CHORUS

Won't you think of this valley your leaving
And how lonely and sad it will be
And think of the heart that you are breaking
And the grief that you are causing me

CHORUS

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Oh. bury me not on the lone prairie.
Where the coyotes howl and the winds blow free.
In a shallow grave just six by three.
Oh, bury me not on the lone prairie.

I've always wished to be laid when I died,
By the little church on the green hillside.
By my father's grave, there let mine be.
Oh, bury me not on the lone prairie.

Oh, bury me not.. and his voice failed there.
But we took no heed to his dying prayer.
In a shallow grave, just six by three.
We buried him there on the lone prairie.

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A group of jolly cowboys discussing plans at ease,
Says one, "I'll tell you something boys, if you will listen, please.
I am an old cowpuncher and here I'm dressed in rags.
But once I was a dandy, boys, a breaking wild nags.

But I have got a home boys. A good one you all know.
Although I haven't been there since very long ago.
I'm going back to Dixie, once more to see them all.
Yes, I'm going to see my mother when the work's all done this fall."

That very night this cowboy went out to stand the guard.
The night was dark and stormy and raining very hard
The cattle they got frightened, and ran in wild stampede.
Our cowboy tried to slow them, riding at full speed.

The ground was rough and stony, and loudly he did shout.
Tried his best to head them and turn the herd about.
His saddle horse did stumble and on him he did fall.
Poor boy won't see his mother when the work's all done this fall.

His body was so mangled, the boys all thought him dead.
We picked him up so gently and laid him on the bed.
He opened wide his blue eyes, and gazing all around,
He motioned for his comrads to sit near him on the ground.

"Jim, you take my pistol, Danny, take my bed.
Tom, you take my saddle, after I am dead.
And please think of me kindly, as you look upon them all.
For I won't see my mother, when the work's all done this fall."

We buried him at daybreak, no tombstone for his head.
Nothing but a little board, and this is what it said.
"Billy died at daybread. He died from a fall.
And he won't see his mother when the work's all done this fall."

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When it's twilight on the trail,
And I ride along, the world is like a dream,
And the ripple of the stream is my song.

When it's twilight on the trail,
And I rest once more, the ceiling is my sky,
And the grass on which I lie is my floor,

Never, ever had a nickel in my jeans.
Never, ever had a debt to pay.
Still I understand what real contentment means.
Guess I was born that way.

When it's twilight on the trail.
And my voice is still, please plant this heart of mine
Underneath the lonesome pine on the hill.

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There once was an Indian maid,
A shy, little prairie maid
Who sang one day a love song gay
As on the plains she whiled away her day.

She loved a warrior bold,
This shy little maid of old,
But brave and gay, he rode one day
To battle far away.

Now the moon shines tonight on pretty Red Wing
The breezes sighing, the night birds crying.
Far, oh, far beneath the stars her brave lies sleeping
While Red Wing’s weeping her heart away.

She watched for him day and night.
She kept the campfires bright,
While under the sky each night she would lie
And dream about his coming by and by.

But when all the braves returned,
The heart of Red Wing yearned,
For far, far away her warrior gay
Fell bravely in the fray.

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From the land of the shooting waters to the peaks of the Coeur d Alene,
Thimble berries in the forest, elk grazing on the plain
The People of the Coyote made their camp along the streams,
Of the green Wallowa Valley, when fences had no names.

And they bred a Strain of horses, the treasure of the tribe,
Who could tote upon a ridge or gallop up the mountainside,
Who could haul a hunter's burden, turn a buffalo stampede,
The horse that wore the spotted coat was born of matchless speed.

Thunder Rolling in the Mountains
Lead the people across the Great Divide
There's blood on the snow in the hills of Idaho,
But the heart of the Appaloosa never died.

In the winter came the crowned ones, near frozen in the cold,
Bringing firearms and spyglasses and a book that saves the soul.
The People gave them welcome, nursed them `til their strength returned.
And they studied the talking paper, its mysteries to learn.

In the shadow of the missions spring up farms and squatter towns
The plain was lined with fences, the plowblades split the ground.
In the shallows of the Clearwater gold glittered in the pan,
And the word would come from Washington, "Remove the Indian."

Chief spoke to his people in his anger and his pain.
"I am no more Chief Joseph, Rolling Thunder is my name.
They condemn us to a wasteland of barren soil and stone.
We shall fight them if we must, but we will find another home."

They fled into the Bitterroot, an army at their heels.
They fought at Whitebird Canyon, they fought at Misery Hill,
"Til the colonel saw their stategy and he sent the order down,
To Kill the Appaloosa wherever it be found.

Twelve hundred miles retreating, three times over the divide
The horse their only safety, their only ally.
Three thousand Appaloosas perished with the tribe.
The people and the horses were dying side by side.

Thunder Rolling in the Mountains said, "My heart is sick and sad,
Our children now are freezing, the old chiefs are dead.
The hunger takes our spirit, the wounds are deep and sore.
From where the sun now stands, I will fight no more."

They were sent to Oklahoma where malaria ran rife.
Still more died from broken hearts for the land that gave them life,
And the man once known as Joseph, at death was heard to say,
"We have given up our horses, now they have gone away."

But sometimes without warning from a dull, domestic herd,
A spotted horse of spirit, wonderous will emerge.
Strong it is, and fearless, and nimble on a hill,
Listening for Thunder, the Appaloosa's living still.

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It seems like only yesterday
I sailed from out of Cork,
A wanderer from Erin’s Isle
I landed in New York.

There wasn't a soul to greet me here,
A stranger on your shore,
But Irish luck was with me here
And riches came galore.

And now I'm goin' back again
To dear ol’ Erin's Isle.
Me friends will meet me on the pier
And greet me with a smile.

Their faces sure I've almost forgot,
I've been so long away.
But me mother will introduce them all
And this to me will say,

Chorus:
Shake hands with your uncle Mike, me boy,
And here's your sister Kate.
And there's the lass you used to swing
Down by the garden gate.

Shake hands with all your neighbors
And kiss the coleens all
Your as welcome as the flowers in May.
To dear ol’ Donegal.

They'll have a party when I go home.
They'll come from near and far.
They'll line the road for miles and miles
With Irish jauntin' cars.

The spirits will flow and we'll be gay.
We'll fill your hearts with joy.
The piper will play an Irish reel
To greet the Yankee boy.

They'll dance and sing the whole night long,
Such fun as newer seen.
The lads will be decked in corduroy
The coleens wearin' green.

There’ll be thousands there that I never saw
I've been so long away,
But me mother will introduce them all
And this to me will say,

Chorus

Meet Branagan, Fanagan, Miligan, Gilligan,
Duffy, Mc Cuffy, Melatchey Malhone,
Rafferty, Lafferty, Donnelly, Connelly,
Dooley, 0'Hooley, Muldowney, Malone,

Madigan, Cadigan, Lanahan, Flanahan,
Fagan, 0'Hagan, 0'Hoolihan, Flynn,
Shanahan, Manahan, Foggarty, Hoggarty,
Kelly, 0'Kelly, MeGinis, McGin.

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Cauld winter was howlin’ o’er muir and o’er mountain,
And wild was the surge of the black rolling sea;
When I met about daybreak a bonnie young lassie,
Wha asked me the road and the miles tae Dundee.

Says I tae the lassie, I canna weel tell ye
The road and the distance I cann weel gie,
But if you’ll permit me tae gang a wee bittie,
I’ll show you the road and the miles tae Dundee.

At once she consented, and gave me her arm.
Not a word did I spier wha the lassie might be
She appeared as an angel in feature and form,
As she walked by my side on the road tae Dundee.

At length wi the Howe o Strathmartine behind us,
And the spires o the toon in full view we could see;
She said, “Gentle sir, I can never forget ye,
For showing me so far on the road tae Dundee.

I took the gowd pin from the scarf I was wearing,
And said, “Tak ye this in remembrance o me.”
Then bravely I kissed the sweet lips of that lassie,
As I parted wi her on the road tae Dundee.

So here’s tae the lassie, I ne’er can forget her,
And ilka young laddie wha’s listening tae me;
Never be sweer tae convoy a young lassie,
Though it’s only to show her the road tae Dundee.

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Speed, bonnie boat, like a bird on the wing.
Onward, the sailors cry.
Carry the lad that’s born to be king
Over the sea to Skye.

Loud the winds howl, loud the waves roar,
Thunder claps rend the air;
Baffled, our foes stand by the shore;
Follow, they will not dare.

Speed, bonnie boat like a bird on the wing.
Onward, the sailors cry.
Carry the lad that’s born to be king
Over the sea to Skye.

Though the waves leap, soft shall ye sleep;
Ocean’s a royal bed;
Rocked in the deep, Flora will keep
Watch by your weary head.

Speed, bonnie boat like a bird on the wing.
Onward, the sailors cry,
Carry the lad that’s born to be king
Over the sea to Skye.

Many’s the lad fought on that day
Well the claymore could wield,
When the night came silently lay
Dead on Cullodon’s field.

Speed, bonnie boat like a bird on the wing.
Onward, the sailors cry,
Carry the lad that’s born to be king
Over the sea to Skye.

Burned are our homes, exile and death
Scatter the loyal men,
Yet ere the sword cool in the sheath
Charlie will come again.

Speed, bonnie boat like a bird on the wing.
Onward, the sailors cry,
Carry the lad that’s born to be king
Over the sea to Skye.

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If you ever go across the sea to Ireland
Be it only at the closing of your day
You can sit and watch the moon rise over Cladagh
And see the sun go down on Galway Bay

Just to see again the ripple on the trout stream
The women in the meadow making hay
Or to sit beside a turf fire in a cabin
And watch the barefoot gasuns at their play

For the breezes blowing o'er the sea from Ireland
Are perfumed by the heather as they blow
And the women in the highlands diggin' pratties
Speak a language that the strangers do not know

And the strangers came and tried to teach us their ways
And scorned us for being what we are
But they might as well go chasing after moonbeams
Or light a penny candle on a star

And if there's going to be a life hereafter
And somehow I feel sure there's going to be
I will ask my god to let me spend my heaven
In that dear isle across the Irish Sea

Close

Hark, when the night is falling, hear, hear the pipes are calling
Loudly and proudly calling down through the glen
There where the hills are sleeping, now feel the blood a leaping
High as the spirits of the old highland men

Chorus:
Towering in gallant fame, Scotland my mountain hame
High may your proud standards gloriously wave
Land o' the high endeavour, land o' the shining river
land o' my heart forever, Scotland the brave

High in the Misty highlands, out by the purple islands
Brave are the hearts that beat beneath Scottish skies
Wild are the winds to meet you, staunch are the friends that greet you
Kind as the love that shines from fair maidens eyes.

Chorus

Far off in sunlit places, sad are the Scottish faces,
Yearning to feel the kiss of sweet Scottish rain.
Where tropic skies are beaming, love sets the heart a-dreaming,
Longing and dreaming for the homeland again.

Chorus

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Chorus:
For we're no' awa' tae bide awa',
For we're no' awa tae le'e ye,
For we're no' awa' tae bide awa',
We'll aye come back an' see ye.

As I gaed doon by Wilsontoon
I met auld Johnnie Scobbie,
Says I to him will ye hae a hauf,
Says he, "Man! That's my hobby."

Chorus

So we had a hauf an' anither hauf,
And then we had anither,
When he got fou' he shouted
"Hoo! It's Carnwath Mill for ever."

Chorus

We wandered doon the street again
We cleekit unco cheery,
When John got hame his wife cried shame,
I see you're enjoyin' your hobby.

Chorus

Of a' the friens that ere I kenned,
There's nane like Johnnie Scobbie,
His hert is leal, he's true as steel,
An' a hauf is aye his hobby.

Chorus

So whenever friendly friens may meet,
Wherever Scots foregather,
We'll raise our gless, we'll shout
Hurroo! It's Carnwath Mill for ever.

Chorus

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Far frae my hame I wandered
But still my thoughts return
To my ain folk over yonder
In the shieling by the burn

I see the cozy ingle
And the mist aboon the brae
And joy and sadness mingle
As I list some auld-warld lay

And it's oh, but I'm longing for my ain folk
Though they be but lonely, puir and plain folk
I am far beyond the sea but my heart will ever be
At hame in dear old Scotland wi' my ain folk

A bonnie lass is greeting,
Though she strives to stay the tears
Ah sweet will be our meeting
After many weary years

Soon my fond arms shall enfold ye
As I call ye ever mine
Still abides the love I told ye
In the days of auld lang syne

And it's oh, but I'm longing for my ain folk
Though they be but lonely, puir and plain folk
I am far beyond the sea but my heart will ever be
At hame in dear old Scotland wi' my ain folk

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Now when the pipes are ringing and the kilts are swinging.
And your heart is singing as you gaily march along.
You can hear the story that is brave and roary
In the tunes of glory of an old Scots song.

If you're standing near them and you ever hear them.
You will want to cheer them as you feel the glory there.
Because the rhythm fills you and the drum beat wills you.
And the music thrills you of the old Black Bear.

Brave are the orders we carry before us
Brave are the hearts that will lift in the chorus
Hear them playing, hear them saying
That's the story in the tunes of glory

When the pipes are ringing and the kilts are swinging.
And your heart is singing as you gaily march along.
You can hear the story that is brave and roary
In the tunes of glory of an old Scots song.

Brave are the orders we carry before us
Brave are the hearts that will lift in the chorus
Hear them playing, hear them saying
That's the story in the tunes of glory

When the pipes are ringing and the kilts are swinging.
And your heart is singing as you gaily march along.
You can hear the story that is brave and roary
In the tunes of glory of an old Scots song.

Brave are the orders we carry before us
Brave are the hearts that will lift in the chorus
Hear them playing, hear them saying
That's the story in the tunes of glory

If you're standing near them and you ever hear them.
You will want to cheer them as you feel the glory there.
Because the rhythm fills you and the drum beat wills you.
And the music thrills you of the old Black Bear.

Brave are the orders we carry before us
Brave are the hearts that will lift in the chorus
Hear them playing, hear them saying
That's the story in the tunes of glory

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By yon bonnie banks and by yon bonnie braes,
Where the sun shines bright on Loch Lomond.
Where me and my true love will never meet again
On the bonnie, bonnie banks o' Loch Lomond.

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O ye'll take' the high road and I'll take the low road,
An' I'll be in Scotland afore ye;
But me and me true love will never meet again
On the bonnie, bonnie banks o' Loch Lomon'.

'Twas there that we parted in yon shady glen,
On the steep, steep side o' Ben Lomon',
Where in deep purple hue the Hieland hills we view,
An' the moon comin' out in the gloamin'.

Chorus

The wee birdies sing and the wild flow'rs spring,
And in sunshine the waters are sleepin';
But the broken heart it kens nae second spring again,
Tho' the waefu' may cease frae their greavin'

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There's a wee hoose o'er the hillside that I haven't seen for years;
I've an awful longing feeling and my eyes whiles well with tears
When I think on aa the happies I spent beside that spot,
And the games we played when laddies there will never be forgot.

Tho' I'm far away frae Scotland and the scenes I loo sae weel,
There's a beich for the auld country that in ev'ry fount I feel;
For tho' other lands are bonnie, and tho' other folks are kind,
There is one fief, and one only, that is ever in my mind ....

There's a wee hoose 'mang the heather;
There's a wee hoose o'er the sea;
There's a lassie in yon wee hoose waiting patiently for me;
She's the picture o' perfection;
Oh I wouldn't tell a lee;
Could ye see her ye would luv her just the same as me!

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Whan I was a lad, a tiny wee lad
My mother said to me
Come see the northen lights my boy
They're bright as they can be
She called them the heavenly dancers
Merry dancers in the sky
I'll never forget that wonderful sight
They made the heavens bright

Chorus:
The northern lights of old Aberdeen
Mean home sweet home to me
The northern lights of Aberdeen
Are what I long to see
I've been a wanderer all of my life
And many a sight I've seen
God speed the day, when I'm on my way
To my home in Aberdeen

I've wandered in many far off lands
And traveled many a mile
I've missed the folk I've cherished the most
The joy of a friendly smile
It warms up the heart of the wanderer
The clasp of a welcoming hand
To greet me when I return
Home to my native land

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Haste ye back, we loo you dearly
Call again, you're welcome here.
May your days be free from sorrow,
And your friends be ever near.

May the path on which you wander
Be to you a joy each day.
Haste ye back, we loo you dearly
Haste ye back on friendship's way.

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There's a good auld Scottish custom
That has stood the test of time.
It's a custom that's been carried out
In ev'ry land and clime.
Where brother Scots foregather,
It's aye, the usual thing:
Just before we say "Good nicht!"
We raise our cups and sing:

Chorus:
Just a wee deoch an' doris,
Just a wee drap, that's a'.
Just a wee deoch an' doris,
Before we gang awa'.
There's a wee wifey waiting,
And a wee but in vain.
If you can say "It's a braw, bricht,
Moonlicht nicht,"
Well you're a' richt, d'ye ken!

I like a man that is a man,
A man that's straight and fair:
The sort o' man that will and can
In all things do his share.
I like a man, a jolly man,
The sort o' man, you know,
The chap that slaps your back and says,
"Man, Jock, afore we go . . .

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I've seen lots of bonnie lassies travelin' far and wide
But my heart is centered now on bonny Kate McBride
And altho' I'm no' a man who throws a word away
I'm surprised mysel' sometimes at all I've got to say.

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Roamin' in the gloamin' on the bonny banks o' Clyde
Roamin' in the gloamin' with my lassie by my side
When the sun has gone to rest, that's the time we love the best
O, it's lovely roamin' in the gloamin'

One nicht in the gloamin' we were trippin' side by side
I kissed her twice and asked her once if she would be my bride
She was shy, so was I, we were baith the same
But I got brave and braver on the joumey comin' hame

Chorus

Last nicht after strollin' we got hame at halfpast nine
Sittin' at the kitchen fire I asked her to be mine
When she promised, I got up and danced the Hielan' fling
I've just been at the jew'llers and I've picked a nice wee ring

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There'll be bluebirds over
The white cliffs of dover
Tomorrow
Just you wait and see

There'll be love and laughter
And peace ever after
Tomorrow
When the world is free

The shepherd will tend his sheep
The valley will bloom again
And Jimmy will go to sleep
In his own little room again

There'll be bluebirds over
The white cliffs of dover
Tomorrow
Just you wait and see

There'll be bluebirds over
The white cliffs of dover
Tomorrow
Just you wait and see

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Twilight is softly falling as the sun sinks in the West,
The one I love is calling, "Shepherd, come home to rest."

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At hush of even-tide,
O'er the hills beyond the Clyde,
I go roaming to my heaven,
Down in the Glen

Though humble it may be,
There an angel waits for me,
In that lonely little heaven,
Down in the glen.

Chorus

Across the moonlit heather,
My lassie calls as I roam,
'Tis soon we'll be together
In that heaven we call "home".

Chorus

The sheep are in the fold,
And there's peace worth more than gold,
For that shepherd in that heaven,
Down in the glen.

Chorus

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In a far distant land, by a fair and sunny strand
There I met a highland laddie in the morning
And he sang me this song as he proudly marched along
Of the land of lochs and glens and silver seas

Chorus:
Take me back, take me back again where heather hills are high
And I'll hear a mavis singing in the morning
Oh, there's no place on earth like the home land of my birth
O my Scotland I am coming home to you

Now there's wonders I've seen in the countries I have been
And there's beauty in the lands where I have wandered
But while I travel free yet me heart keeps calling me
To the land of lochs and glens and silver seas

Chorus

I have stood on the shores where the great pacific roars
From out yonder tae down under i have wandered
And there places i have walked from baith Sydney to New York
But gie me my lands of lochs and glens and silver seas

Chorus

From Strenrare to Kintyre from Killbrechin up to Skye
From Kaibrath to Aberdeen and Border Shieling
That's the world of my home and I'm longing now to roam
By the land of lochs and glens and silver seas

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Ye banks and braes o' Bonnie Doon,
How can ye bloom sae fresh and fair?
How can ye chant, ye little birds,
And I'm sae weary, fu' o' care!

Ye'll break my heart, ye warbling birds,
That wanton through the flow'ring thorn
Ye mind me o' departed joys,
Departed, never to return.

Oft I have rove by bonnie doon,
To see the rose of woodbine twine;
And ilka bird sang of its love,
And fondly sae did I o' mine.

Wi' lightsome heart I put a rose,
Full sweet upon the thorny tree.
But my false lover stole my rose,
And ah, she left the thorn wi' me.

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Maxwellton braes are bonnie
Where early fa's the dew
And it's there that Annie Laurie
Gied me her promise true

Gied me her promise true
Which n'er forgot shall be
And for bonnie Annie Laurie
I'd lay me doon an' dee

Her brow is like the snawdrift
Her neck is like the swan
Her face is the fairest
That e'er the sun shone on

That e'er e'er the sun shone on
And dark blue is her e'e
And for bonnie Annie Laurie
I'd lay me doon and dee

Like dew on the gowan lyin'
Is the fa' of her fairy feet
And like winds in summer sighin'
Her voice is low and sweet

Her voice is low and sweet
And she's a' the worls tae me
And for bonnie Annie Laurie
I'd lay me doon and dee

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There was a soldier, a Scottish soldier
Who wandered far away and soldiered far away
There was none bolder with good broad shoulder
He fought many a fray, and fought and won
He's seen the glory, he told the story
Of battles glorious and deeds victorious
But now he's sighing, his heart is crying
To leave those green hills of Tyrol

Chorus:
Because those green hills are not highland hills
Or the island hills, they're not my land's hills
And fair as these green foreign hills may be
They are not the hills of home

And now this soldier, this Scottish soldier
Who wandered far away and soldiered far away
Sees leaves are falling, and death is calling
And he will fade away in that far land
He called his piper, his trusty piper
And bade him sound a lay, a pibroch sad to play
Upon a hillside, a Scottish hillside
Not on those green hills of Tyrol

Chorus

And now this soldier, this Scottish soldier
Will wander far no more and soldier far no more
And on a hillside, a Scottish hillside
You'll see a piper play his soldier home
He's seen the glory, he's told the story
Of battles glorious and deeds victorious
The bugle's ceased now, he is at peace now
Far from those green hills of Tyrol

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I returned to the fields of glory,
Where the green grass and flowers grow.
And the wind softly tells the story,
Of the brave lads of long ago.

Chorus:
March no more my soldier laddie,
There is peace where there once was war.
Sleep in peace my soldier laddie,
Sleep in peace, now the battle's over.

In the great glen they lay a sleeping,
Where the cool waters gently flow.
And the gray mist is sadly weeping,
For those brave lads of long ago.

Chorus

See the tall grass is gently waving,
As their banners of long ago.
With their heads high and forward treading,
Stepping lightly to meet the foe.

Chorus

Some return from the fields of glory,
To their loved ones who held them dear.
But some fell in that hour of glory,
And were left to their resting here.

Chorus

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Chorus:
Poor little robin
Walkin, walkin, walkin to Missouri
He can't afford to fly
Gotta a penny for a poor little robin
Walkin, walkin, walkin to Missouri
Got a tear drop in his eye.

I hope my story don't make you cry
But this birdie flew too high
He flew from his old Missouri home
He fell right into the city ways, like dancin' in cabarets
From party to party he would roam

(Chorus)

He met a birdie who looked so nice
A real bird of paradise
Good lookin' but fickle in the heart
She gave him kisses and gave him sighs
But oh, how she told him lies
'Cause she loved another from the start

(Chorus)

His dreams are battered, his feathers bent
Now he hasn't got a cent
He feels like his heart is gonna break
So if he ever walks up to you
Please throw him a crumb or two
Cause you could have made the same mistake

(Chorus)

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When the red, red robin comes
Bob, bob bobbin' along, along,
There'll be no more sobbin' when
He starts throbbin' his old, sweet song.

Wake up, wake up, you sleepy head;
Get up, get up, get out of bed.
Cheer up, cheer up the sun is red.
Live, love, laugh and be happy.

What if I've been blue, 
Now I'm walkin' through fields of flow'rs.
Rain may glisten, but 
Still I listen for hours and hours.

I'm just a kid again, 
Doin' what I did again,
Singin' a song
When the red, red robin comes

Bob, bob bobbin' along.

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Oh, we ain't got a barrel of money,
Maybe we're ragged and funny;
But we'll travel along, singin' a song,
Side by side.

Don't know what's comin' tomorrow,
Maybe it's trouble and sorrow;
But we'll travel the road, sharin' our load,
Side by side.

Through all kinds of weather,
What if the sky should fall; but
As long as we're together,
It doesn't matter- matter at all.

When they've all had their quarrels and parted,
We'll be the same as we started;
Just travelin' along, singin' a song,
Side by side.

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Oh, where have you been, Billy Boy, Billy Boy?
Oh, where have you been, charming Billy?
I have been to seek a wife; She’s the joy of my life,
She's a young thing and cannot leave her mother.

Did she bid you to come in, Billy Boy, Billy Boy?
Did she bid you to come in, charming Billy?
Yes, she bade me to come in; There's a dimple in her chin.
She's a young thing and cannot leave her mother.

Can she make a cherry pie, Billy Boy, Billy Boy?
Can she make a cherry pie, charming Billy?
She can make a cherry pie quick as you clan wink an eye.
She's a young thing and cannot leave her mother.

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Chorus:
Oh, dear! What can the matter be?
Dear! Dear! What can the matter be?
Oh, dear! What can the matter be?
Johnny's so long at the fair.

He promised to buy me a trinket to please me,
And then for a smile, oh, he vowed he would tease me.
He promised he'd bring me a bunch of blue ribbons
To tie up my bonny brown hair. And it's..

Chorus

He promised to bring me a basket of posies,
A garland of lilies, a garland of roses.
A little straw hat to set off the blue ribbons
That tie up my bonny brown hair. And it's..

Chorus

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She'll be coming round the mountain when she comes.

She'll be coming round the mountain when she comes.

She'll be coming round the mountain, coming round the mountain,

She'll be coming round the mountain when she comes. Toot! Toot!

She'll Be driving six white horses when she comes. Whoa back!

Oh, we'll all go out to meet her when she comes. Hi babe!

We will kill the old red rooster when she comes. Chop! Chop!

Oh, we'll all have chicken and dumplings when she comes. Yum! Yum!

She will have to sleep with Grandma when she comes. (Snore)

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Many years ago, in Arkansas, a stranger told this story to my Ma.
And often is the time she said to me, "I know it is the truth, certain as can be."
Once in the hills lived a music making man, known far and wide as Fiddling Dan.
He could play any tune. He could holler any call. For circle, square or reel,
He could fiddle them all.

One night as Dan went walking out, to play he met a grizzly, standing in his way,
He couldn't climb a tree. He had no gun. He couldn't fly away. He was scared to run.
Said the bear with a roar, as he shook a mighty paw, "You're Fiddling Dan from Arkansas!
I will let you alone if you'll play a little tune and organize a dance
By the light of the moon."

Old Dan he tucked his fiddle under chin and drew his bow his music to begin.
From all the country round the critters ran to join the music made by Fiddling Dan.
Prancing out went the coon and the little porcupine. The bear and the bobcat stepped their fine.
And they danced every reel, every square, and every set. And somewhere in the hills
They're a dancing yet.

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Lavender blue, dilly dilly. Lavender green.

When I am king, dilly dilly, you'll be my queen.

Who told you so, dilly dilly? Who told you so?

I told myself, dilly dilly. I told me so.

When a dilly dilly boy meets a dilly dilly girl,

And she answers "yes",

In a dilly little church, in the dilly month of May.

She'll be wed in a dilly dilly dress of...

Lavender blue, dilly dilly, Lavender green.

Then I'll be king, dilly dilly. And you'll be my queen.

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This is a story'bout Eddy Kootchykatchykamatoesanearatoesanoasamakamawacky Brown. Who?

Chorus:
Eddy Kootchykatchykamatoesanearatoesanoasamakamawacky Brown,
Fell into the well. Fell into the well.
Fell into the deep dark welt.

Susie Jones milking in the barn,
Saw him fall.
Ran inside and told her mom that ....

Chorus

Susie's mom, baking crackling bread,
Called Old Joe
Told him that her Susie said that ....

Chorus

Then Old Joe put his plow aside,
Grabbed his cane.
Hobbled into town and cried that ....

Chorus

To the well everybody came
What a shame.
Took so long to say his name that ....

Eddy Kootchykatchykamatoesanearatoesanoasamrnakamawacky Brown,
Eddy Kootchykatchykamatoesanearatoesanoasammakamawacky Brown
Drowned!

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I remember Grandpa telling me that I was born
As the sun was coming up, early in the morn.
Told me I was born early in the morn.
'When you lift your eyes and see the sun arising,
On the far horizon, early in the morning.

It was early in the day when I set out to roam.
Kissed my love and went to seek my fortune far from home.
I set out to roam, far away from home.
When you lift your eyes and see the sun arising,
On the far horizon, early in the morning.

Then today when I awoke I missed my darling so.
Gotta have her by my side, forever more, I know.
Missed my darling so. Ever more I know.
When you lift your eyes and see the sun arising,
On the far horizon, early in the morning.

So tommorrow I'll be leaving at the break of day.
Gotta hurry to my love and there I'll always stay.
At the break of day. There I'll always stay.
When you lift your eyes and see the sun arising,
On the far horizon, early in the morning. Early in the morning.

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I went to town the other night.
I heard the noise and I saw the fight.
The watchman, he came running around,
Crying, "Old Dan Tucker's come to town."

Chorus:
Get out the way, Old Dan Tucker.
Get out the way, Old Dan Tucker.
Get out the way, Old Dan Tucker,
You're too late to have some supper.

Old Dan Tucker was a mighty man.
He washed his face in a frying pan.
He combed his hair with a wagon wheel,
And died with a toothache in his heel.

Chorus

Supper is over and the dishes are washed.
All that's left is a piece of squash.
O1d Dan Tucker went to town,
Riding a mule and leading a hound.

Chorus:

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I came to Alabama with my banjo on my knee;
I'm going to Louisiana, my true love for to see.
It rained all night the day I left, the weather it was dry,
The sun so hot I froze to death, Susanna, don't you cry.

Chorus:
Oh! Susanna, oh, don't you cry for me,
For I'm going to Louisiana with my banjo on my knee.

I had a dream the other night, when everything was still;
I thought I saw Susanna, a coming down the hill.
The buckwheat cake was in her mouth, a tear was in her eye;
Says I, "I'm coming from the South, Susanna, don't you cry."

Chorus

I soon will be in New Orleans, and then I'll look around.
And when I find Susanna, I'll fall upon the ground.
But if I do not find her, then I will surely die;
And when I'm dead and buried, Susanna, don't you cry.

Chorus

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Gone are the days when my heart was young and gay.
Gone are my friends from the cotton fields away.
Gone from the earth to a better land I know,
I hear their gentle voices calling, "Old Black Joe".

Chorus:
I'm coming, I'm coming. For my head is bending low.
I hear their gentle voices calling, "Old Black Joe".

Why do I weep when my heart should feel no pain?
Why do I sigh that my friends come not again?
Grieving for for friends now departed long ago.
I hear their gentle voices calling, "Old Black Joe".

Chorus

Where are the hearts once so happy and so free?
Children so dear that I help upon my knee?
Gone to the shores where my soul has longed to go.
I hear their gentle voices calling, "Old Black Joe".

Chorus

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Yo ho, here's a tale that's near and dear to the hearts of those who sail.
'Bout a lighthouse keeper and his mermaid wife
Who joined together for a different life.
Yo ho, the winds and water fill this tale.

My father was the keeper of the Eddystone light.
He married a mermaid one fine night.
From this union there came three,
A porpoise, and a porgy and the other was me.

Chorus:
Yo ho, ho, the wind blows free.
Vote for a life on the rolling sea.

Late one night I was trimming the glim.
While singing a verse from the evening hymn.
A voice from starboard shouted, "Ahoy!"
And there was my mother sitting on a buoy.

Chorus

"Tell me what has become of my children, three?
My mother she did ask of me.
One was exhibited as a talking fish
The other was served on a chafing dish.

Chorus

Then the phosphorus flashed in her seaweed hair.
I looked again and me mother wasn't there.
A voice came echoing out of the night.
"The devil take the keeper of the Eddystone light!"

Chorus

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Chorus:
Oh, marezydoats, and dozydotes and little lamzydivy.
A kiddelydivy too, wouldn't you?

Repeat chorus

If the words sound queer, and funny to your ear,
A little bit jumbly and jivey.
Sing mares eat oats, and does eat oats, and little lambs eat ivy.

Repeat chorus

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There's an old spinning wheel in the parlor

Spinning dreams of along, long ago.

Spinning dreams of an old fashioned garden

And a maid with her old fashioned beau

Sometimes I think that I can see them in the parlor

At the organ softly playing "Old Black Joe"

There's an old spinning wheel in the parlor"

Spinning dreams of a long, long ago.

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Chorus:
I've been havin some hard travelin.
I thought you knowed.
I've been havin some hard travelin
Way down the road.
I've been havin some hard travelin,
Hard ramblin, hard gamblin.
I've been havin some hard travelin on.
I've been workin in a hard rock tunnel.
I thought. you knowed.

I've been leanin on a pressure drill,
Way down the road,
Hammer flyin, air hose blowin.
Six feet of mud, but I've sure been a goin.
I've been havin some hard travelin on.

Chorus

I've been havin some hard harvestin.
I thought. you knowed.
I've been havin some rough handlin,
Way down the road.
Cut that wheat, stack that hay.
Tryin to make about a dollar a day,
But I've been havin some hard travelin on.

(UPHILL)

Chorus

I've been hittin that Lincoln highway.
I thought you knowed.
I've been hittin that 66,
Way down the road,
Heavy load and a worried mind.
Lookin for a woman
That's hard to find.
I've been havin some hard travelin on.

Chorus

I've been sittin in a hard rock jail,
I thought you knowed.
I've been sittin in a hard rock jail,
Way down the road.
Mean old judge, he says to me,
"You've got ninety days for vagrancy.!"
I've been havin some hard travelin on.

Chorus

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Once there were greenfields, kissed by the sun.
Once there were valleys were rivers used to run.
Once there were blue skies with white clouds high above.
Once they were part of an everlasting love.
We were the lovers who strolled through green fields.

Green fields are gone now, parched by the sun.
Gone from the valleys where rivers used to run.
Gone with the cold wind that swept into my heart.
Gone with the lovers who let their dreams depart.
Where are the greenfields that we used to roam.

I'll never know what made you run away.
How can I keep searching when dark clouds hide the day?
I only know there's nothing left for me.
Nothing in this wide world left for me to see.
But I'll keep on waiting, 'til you return.

I’ll keep on waiting until the day you learn.
You can't be happy while you heart's on the roam.
You can't be happy until you bring it home.
Home to the greenfields and me, once again.

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Listen, children, to a story that was written long ago.
'Bout a kingdom on a mountain and the valley folk below.
On the mountain was a treasure buried deep beneath a stone,
And the valley people swore they'd have it for their very own.

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Go ahead and hate your neighbor.
Go ahead and cheat a friend,
Do it in the name of heaven.
You can justify it in the end,
There won't be any trumpets blowing
Come the judgment day.
On the bloody morning after
One tin soldier rides away.

So the people of the valley sent a message up the hill,
Asking for the buried treasure, ton's of gold for which they'd kill.
Came an answer from the kingdom, "With our brothers we will share
All the secrets of our mountain, all the riches buried there."

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Now the valley cried with anger, "Mount your horses! Draw your swords!"
And they killed the mountain people. So they won their just reward.
Now they stand beside the treasure, on the mountain, dark and red.
Turned the stone and looked beneath it. "Peace on Earth," was all it said.

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Let me tell you of a story of a man named Charlie,
On a tragic and fateful day.
He put ten cents in his pocket, kissed his wife and family,
Went to ride on the MTA

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But did he ever return?
No, he never returned.
And his fate is still unlearned.
He may ride forever 'neath the streets of Boston.
He's the man who never returned.

Charlie handed in his dime at the Kendall Square station,
And he changed for Jamaica Plains,
When he got there the conductor told him, "One more nickel!"
Charlie couldn't get off of that train,

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Now all day long Charlie rides through the station.
Crying, "What will become of me?
How can I afford to see my sister in Chelsea,
Or my cousin in Roxbury?"

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Charlie's wife goes down to the Scully Square station
Every day at quarter past two.
And through the open window she hands Charlie a sandwich
As the train come rumbling through!

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Now you citizens of Boston, don't you think it's a scandal
How the people have to pay and pay?
Fight. the fare increase, Vote for George O'Brian!
And get Charlie off the MTA!

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My grandfather's clock was too large for the shelf,
So it stood ninety years on the floor.
It was taller by half than the old man himself,
But it weighed not a penny's weight more,
It was bought on the morn of the day that he was born
And was always his treasure and pride.
But it stopped, short, never to go again
When the old man died.

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Ninety years without slumbering, Tick tock, tick tock.
His life seconds numbering, Tick tock, tick tock.
It stopped, short, never to go again
When the old man died.

In watching its pendulum swing to and fro,
Many hours had he spent when a boy.
And in childhood and manhood the clock
Seemed to know and to share both his grief and his joy.
For it struck twenty four when he entered in the door
With a blooming and beautiful bride
But it stopped, short, never to go again
When the old man died.

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My grandfather said that for those he could hire
Not a servant so faithful he found.
For it wasted no time and had but one desire,
At the close of each week to be wound,
And it kept in its place, not a frown upon its face.
And its hands never hung by its side.
But it stopped, short, never to go again
When the old man died.

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It rang an alarm in the dead of the night,
An alarm that for years had been dumb.
And we knew that his spirit was pluming for flight,
That his hour for departure had come.
Still the clock kept the time, with a soft and muffled chime,
As we silently stood by his side.
But it stopped, short, never to go again
When the old man died.

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They're rioting in Africa.
They're starving in Spain.
There's hurricanes in Florida.
And Texas needs rain.

The whole world is festering
With unhappy souls.
The French hate the Germans.
The Germans hate the Poles.

Italians hate Yugosloves.
South Africans hate the Dutch.
And I don't like anybody very much.

But we can be tranquil
And thankful and proud.
For man's been endowed
With a mushroom shaped cloud.

And we know for certain
That some lovely day
Someone will set the spark off
And we will all be blown away.

They're rioting in Africa.
There's strife in Iran.
What nature doesn't do to us.
Will be done by our fellow man.

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Hang down your head Tom Dooley.
Hang down your head and cry.
Hang down your head Tom Dooley.
Poor boy you're bound to die.

Met her on a mountain.
There I took her life,
Met her on a mountain.
Stabbed her with my knife.

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This time tomorrow
Reckon where I'll be.
Hadn't been for Grayson
I'd be in Tennessee.

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This time tomorrow
Reckon where I'll be.
Down in some lonesome valley.
Hangin' from a white oak tree.

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It was a dark stormy night, not a cloud was in sight.
The north wind came howling down the line.
There stood a brave engineer with his sweetheart, so dear,
And his orders to pull old #9.

He kissed her good bye with a tear in his eye.
The joy in his heart he couldn't hide.
Their future was bright for she told him that night
That tomorrow she'd be his loving bride.

The wheels sang a song as the train sped along.
The black smoke came pouring from the stack.
The head lighted beam seemed to brighten his dream
Of tomorrow when he'd be coming back.

They sped around the hill and his brave heart stood still
A headlight was shining in his face.
He whispered a prayer as he threw on the air
For he knew this would be his final race.

In the wreck he was found, lying there on the ground.
He asked them to raise his weary head.
His breath slowly went as this message he sent
To his darlin' who thought she would be wed.

"There's a little white home I have built for our own
Where I dreamed we'd be happy, you and I.
Now I leave it to you for I know you'll be true
Till we meet at the golden gates, good bye."

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Oh, don't you remember sweet Betsy from Pike?
She crossed the wide prairie with her husband Ike,
With two yoke of oxen, a big yaller dog,
A tall Shanghai rooster, and one spotted hog,

They soon reached the desert where Betsy gave out,
Down on the sand she lay rolling about.
Ike, he gazed at her with sobs and with sighs,
Said he, "Get up Betsy, you'll get sand in your eyes."

The Shanghai ran off, and the cattle all died.
The last piece of bacon that morning was fried.
Ike got discouraged and Betsy got mad.
The dog wagged his tail and looked wonderfully sad

Long Ike and Sweet Betsy attended a dance.
Ike wore a pair of his Pike County pants.
Sweet Betsy was dressed up in ribbons and rings.
Said Ike, "You're an angel, but where are your wings'?"

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The fox went out on a chilly night,
Prayed to the moon to give him light.
He had many a mile to go that night.
Before he reached the town o, town o, town o.
Many a mile to go that night
Before he reached the town o.

He ran till he came to the farmer's pen.
Hen and the geese were kept there in.
"A big, fat hen's gonna grease my chin
Before I leave this town o, town o, town o.
A big, fat hen's gonna grease my chin
Before I leave this town o."

He grabbed the grey goose in his mouth,
Threw the duck right over his back.
He didn't mind the quack, quack, quack
Or the legs all dangling down o, down o, down o.
He didn't mind the quack, quack, quack
Or the legs all dangling down o.

Then the farmer's wife jumped out of bed
Out of the window she popped her head.
Crying, "John, John! The grey goose is gone
And the fox is on the town o, town o, town o.
John, John! The grey goose is gone
And the fox. is on the town o!"

Then John, he ran to the top of the hill.
Blew his horn both loud and shrill.
The fox, he said, "I'd better go with my kill,
Or they'll soon be on my trail o, trail o, trail o."
The fox, he said, "I'd better go with my kill
Or they'll soon be on my trail o!"

He ran till he came to his nice warm den.
There were his little ones, eight, nine, ten.
They said, "Daddy, you'd better go back again.
For it must be a pretty fine town o, town o, town o.
Daddy, you'd better go back again.
It must be a pretty fine town o."

So the fox and his wife, without any strife,
Cut up the goose with a fork and a knife.
They never had such a meal in their life,
And the little ones chewed on the bones o, bones o, bones o.
They never had such a meal in their life
And the little ones chewed on the bones o.

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Once a jolly swagman camped beside the billabong
Under the shade of a kolliba tree.
And he sang as he watched and waited till his billie boiled.
"You'll come a waltzing Matilda with me."

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"Waltzing Matilda, waltzing Matilda
You'll come a waltzing Matilda with me."
And he sang as he watched and waited till his billie,boiled.
"You'll come a waltzing Matilda with me."

Down came a jumbuck to drink at the water hole.
Up jumped the swagman and grabbed him with glee.
And he sang as he stuffed that jumbuck in his tucker bag.
"You'll come a waltzing Matilda with me."

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Up rode the rancher mounted on his thoroughbred.
Up rode the troopers one, two, three.
"Where's the jolly jumbuck you've got in your tucker bag?
You'll come a waltzing Matilda with me"

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Up leaped the swagman and jumped into the billabong.
"You'll never catch me alive!" said he
Now his ghost can be heard as you walk beside the billabong.
You'll come a waltzing Matilda with me.

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There's a long, long trail a winding into the land of my dreams.

Where the nightingale is calling and the white moon beams.

There's a long, long time of waiting until my dreams all come true.

'Til the day when I'll be going down that long, long trail with you.

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In a cavern, like a canyon, excavating for a mine,
Dwelt a miner, forty niner, and his daughter Clementine.

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Oh, my darling, oh, my darling, oh, my darling Clementine.
You are lost and gone forever, oh, my darling Clementine.

Light she was and like a fairy, and her shoes were number nine;
Herring boxes, without topses, sandals were for Clementine.

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Drove she ducklings to the water, every morning just at nine.
Hit her foot against a splinter, fell into the foaming brine.

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Ruby lips above the water, blowing bubbles soft and fine;
Alas for me! I was no swimmer; so I lost my Clementine.

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He made the night a little brighter
Wherever he would go
The old lamplighter
Of long, long ago
His snowy hair was so much whiter
Beneath the candle glow
The old lamplighter
Of long, long ago

You'd hear the patter of his feet
As he came toddling down the street
His smile would cheer a lonely heart you see
If there were sweethearts in the park
He'd pass a lamp and leave it dark
Remembering the days that used to be
For he recalled when things were new
He loved someone who loved him too
Who walks with him alone in memories

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Now if you look up in the sky
You'll understand the reason why
The little stars at night are all aglow
He turns them on when night is near
He turns them off when dawn is here
The little man we left so long ago
He made the night a little brighter
Wherever he would go
The old lamplighter
Of long, long ago

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