Songs of America
Oh, Susanna
Clementine
Rocky Mountain
Kum Ba Ya
She’ll Be Comin’ ‘Round the Mountain
Camptown Races
Yankee Doodle
I Love the Mountains
Polly Wolly Doodle
When the Saints Go Marching In
Skip to My Lou
Home on the Range
We Shall Overcome
Take Me Out to the Ballgame
The Star-Spangled Banner
America, the Beautiful
My Country ‘Tis of Thee
This Land is Your Land
You’re a Grand Old Flag
Battle Hymn of the Republic
When Johnny Comes Marching Home Again
Oh, Susannah
I come from Alabama with a banjo on my knee,
I’m goin’ to Louisiana my true love for to see.
Refrain:
Oh Susanna, oh don’t you cry for me,
For I come from Alabama with a banjo on my knee.
It rained all night the day I left, the weather it was dry,
The sun so hot I froze to death, Susannah don’t you cry.
Refrain:
Oh Susanna, oh don’t you cry for me,
For I come from Alabama with a banjo on my knee.
Clementine
In a cavern, in a canyon, excavating for a mine,
Dwelt a miner forty-niner and his daughter Clementine
Refrain:
Oh my darlin’, oh my darlin’, oh my darlin’ Clementine
You are lost and gone forever, dreadful sorry, Clementine
Light she was and like a fairy, and her shoes were number nine,
Herring boxes without topses, sandals were for Clementine.
Refrain
Drove she ducklings to the water, ev’ry morning just at nine,
Hit her foot against a splinter, fell into the foaming brine.
Refrain
Ruby lips above the water, blowing bubbles soft and fine,
But Alas! I was no swimmer, so I lost my Clementine.
Refrain
Rocky Mountain
Rocky mountain, rocky mountain, rocky mountain high,
When you’re on that rocky mountain, hang your head and
cry
Refrain:
Do, do, do, do, do remember me
Do, do, do, do, do remember me.
Sunny valley, sunny valley, sunny valley low,
When you’re in that sunny valley, sing it soft and
low.
Refrain
Stormy ocean, stormy ocean, stormy ocean wide,
When you’re in that deep blue sea, there’s no place
you can hide.
Refrain
Kum Ba Yah
Kum ba yah, my lord, Kum ba yah!
Kum ba yah, my lord, Kum ba yah!
Kum ba yah, my lord, Kum ba yah!
O Lord, Kum ba yah!
Someone's crying, Lord, Kum ba yah!
Someone's crying, Lord, Kum ba yah!
Someone's crying, Lord, Kum ba yah!
O Lord, Kum ba yah!
Someone's singing, Lord, Kum ba yah!
Someone's singing, Lord, Kum ba yah!
Someone's singing, Lord, Kum ba yah!
O Lord, Kum ba yah!
Someone's laughing, Lord, Kum ba yah!
Someone's laughing, Lord, Kum ba yah!
Someone's laughing, Lord, Kum ba yah!
O Lord, Kum ba yah!
She’ll Be Comin’ Round the Mountain
She’ll be comin’ round the mountain when she comes (3x)
She’ll be comin’ round the mountain, she’ll be comin’ round the
mountain, she’ll be comin’ round the mountain when she comes.
She’ll be drivin’ six white horses when she comes (3x)
She’ll be drivin’ six white horses, she’ll be drivin’ six white horses,
She’ll be drivin’ six white horses when she comes.
And we’ll all go out to meet her when she comes (3x)
And we’ll all go out to meet her, and we’ll all go out to meet her, and
we’ll all go out to meet her when she comes.
We will kill the old red rooster when she comes (3x)
We will kill the old red rooster, we will kill the old red rooster, we will
kill the old red rooster when she comes.
Then we’ll all have chicken and dumplings when she comes (3x)
Then we’ll all have chicken and dumplings, then we’ll all have
chicken and dumplings, then we’ll all have chicken and dumplings
when she comes.
Camptown Races
Oh, de camptown ladies sing this song, doo dah, doo dah,
Camptown races five miles long, oh doo dah day.
I come down dah wid my hat caved in, doo dah, doo dah,
Come back home wid a pocket full of tin, oh doo dah day.
Refrain:
Gwine to run all night, gwine to run all day.
I’ll bet my money on the bob-tailed nag, somebody bet on the bay.
De long tail filly and de big black hoss, doo dah, doo dah,
Dey fly de track and dey both cut across, oh doo day day.
De blind hoss sticken in a big mud hole, doo dah, doo dah,
Can’t touch bottom wid a ten foot pole, oh doo dah day.
Refrain
Yankee Doodle
Yankee Doodle went to town,
Riding on a pony,
Stuck a feather in his cap
And called it macaroni
Refrain:
Yankee Doodle, keep it up,
Yankee Doodle dandy.
Mind the music and the step,
And with the girls be handy!
Father and I went down to camp,
Along with Captain Gooding,
And there we saw the men and boys,
As thick as hasty pudding.
Refrain
And there was Captain Washington,
And gentle folks about him.
They say he's grown so tarnal proud,
He will not ride without them.
Refrain
I Love the Mountains
I love the mountains, I love the rolling hills.
I love the flowers, I love the daffodils.
I love the fireside, when all the lights are low.
Boom dee ah dah, boom dee ah dah,
Boom dee ah dah, boom dee ah dah (2x)
I love the mountains, I love the rolling hills.
I love the flowers, I love the daffodils.
I love the fireside, when all the lights are low.
Boom dee ah dah, boom dee ah dah,
Boom dee ah dah, boom dee ah dah (2x)
We walk together, hike by the quiet stream.
Watch for the sunrise, breathing the air so clean.
When we’re together, sharing our fondest dreams.
Boom dee ah dah, boom dee ah dah,
Boom dee ah dah, boom dee ah dah (2x)
Polly Wolly Doodle
Oh I went down South for to see my Sal,
Singin’ Polly Wolly Doodle all the day,
My Sal she is a spunky gal,
Singin’ Polly Wolly Doodle all the day.
Refrain:
Fare thee well, fare thee well, fare thee well my fairy fay
For I’m goin’ to Lou’siana for to see my Susy-anna
Singin’ Polly Wolly Doodle all the day.
Oh my Sal, she is a maiden fair,
Singin’ Polly Wolly Doodle all the day,
With curly eyes and laughing hair,
Singin’ Polly Wolly Doodle all the day.
Refrain
Behind the barn, down on my knees,
Singin’ Polly Wolly Doodle all the day,
I thought I heard a chicken sneeze,
Singin’ Polly Wolly Doodle all the day.
Refrain
He sneezed so hard with the whooping cough,
Singin’ Polly Wolly Doodle all the day,
He sneezed his head and his tail right off,
Singin’ Polly Wolly Doodle all the day.
Refrain
Oh a grasshopper sittin’ on a railroad track,
Singin’ Polly Wolly Doodle all the day,
A-pickin’ his teeth with a carpet tack,
Singin’ Polly Wolly Doodle all the day.
Refrain
Oh I went to bed, but it wasn’t no use,
Singin’ Polly Wolly Doodle all the day,
My feet stuck out like a chicken roost,
Singin’ Polly Wolly Doodle all the day.
Refrain
When the Saints Go Marching In
Oh, when the saints go marching in,
Oh, when the saints go marching in,
Oh, how I want to be in that number,
When the saints go marching in.
Oh, when the drums begin to bang,
Oh, when the drums begin to bang,
Oh, how I want to be in that number,
When the saints go marching in.
Oh, when the stars fall from the sky,
Oh, when the stars fall from the sky,
Oh, how I want to be in that number,
When the saints go marching in.
Oh, when the moon turns red with blood,
Oh, when the moon turns red with blood,
Oh, how I want to be in that number,
When the saints go marching in.
Oh, when the trumpet sounds its call,
Oh, when the trumpet sounds its call,
Oh, how I want to be in that number,
When the saints go marching in.
Oh, when the fire begins to blaze,
Oh, when the fire begins to blaze,
Oh, how I want to be in that number,
When the saints go marching in.
Skip to My Lou
Lost my partner, what’ll I do?
Lost my partner, what’ll I do?
Lost my partner, what’ll I do?
Skip to my Lou, my darlin’.
I’ll find another one, better than you.
I’ll find another one, better than you.
I’ll find another one, better than you.
Skip to my Lou, my darlin’.
Fly’s in the buttermilk, shoo, fly, shoo,
Fly’s in the buttermilk, shoo, fly, shoo,
Fly’s in the buttermilk, shoo, fly, shoo,
Skip to my Lou, my darlin’.
Skip, skip, skip to my Lou,
Skip, skip, skip to my Lou,
Skip, skip, skip to my Lou,
Skip to my Lou, my darlin’.
Home on the Range
Oh, give me a home where the buffalo roam,
Where the deer and the antelope play,
Where seldom is heard a discouraging word,
And the skies are not cloudy all day.
Home, home on the range,
Where the deer and the antelope play,
Where seldom is heard a discouraging word,
And the skies are not cloudy all day.
We Shall Overcome
We shall overcome, we shall overcome,
We shall overcome someday.
Deep in my heart, I do believe,
We shall overcome someday.
We shall live in peace, we shall live in peace,
We shall live in peace someday.
Deep in my heart, I do believe,
We shall overcome someday.
We shall organize, we shall organize,
We shall organize today.
Deep in my heart, I do believe,
We shall overcome someday.
We’ll walk hand in hand, we’ll walk hand in hand,
We’ll walk hand in hand someday.
Deep in my heart, I do believe,
We shall overcome someday.
We are not afraid, we are not afraid,
We are not afraid to day.
Deep in my heart, I do believe,
We shall overcome someday.
Take Me Out to the Ballgame
Take me out to the ballgame,
Take me out to the crowd,
Buy me some peanuts and cracker jacks,
I don’t care if I ever come back,
For it’s root, root, root for the home team,
If they don’t win it’s a shame,
For it’s 1, 2, 3 strikes, you’re out, at the old ball game!
The Star-Spangled Banner
O say can you see, by the dawn’s early light,
What so proudly we hail’d at the twilight’s last gleaming,
Whose broad stripes and bright stars through the perilous fight
O’er the ramparts we watch’d were so gallantly streaming?
And the rocket’s red glare, the bombs bursting in air,
Gave proof through the night that our flag was still there,
O say does that star-spangled banner yet wave
O’er the land of the free and the home of the brave?
On the shore dimly seen through the mists of the deep
Where the foe’s haughty host in dread silence reposes,
What is that which the breeze, o’er the towering steep,
As it fitfully blows, half conceals, half discloses?
Now it catches the gleam of the morning’s first beam,
In full glory reflected now shines in the stream,
’Tis the star-spangled banner - O long may it wave
O’er the land of the free and the home of the brave!
And where is that band who so vauntingly swore,
That the havoc of war and the battle’s confusion
A home and a Country should leave us no more?
Their blood has wash’d out their foul footstep’s pollution.
No refuge could save the hireling and slave
From the terror of flight or the gloom of the grave,
And the star-spangled banner in triumph doth wave
O’er the land of the free and the home of the brave.
O thus be it ever when freemen shall stand
Between their lov’d home and the war’s desolation!
Blest with vict’ry and peace may the heav’n rescued land
Praise the power that hath made and preserv’d us a nation!
Then conquer we must, when our cause it is just,
And this be our motto - “In God is our trust,”
And the star-spangled banner in triumph shall wave
O’er the land of the free and the home of the brave.
America, the Beautiful
Oh beautiful, for spacious skies, for amber waves of grain,
For purple mountain majesty, above the fruited plain.
America, America, God shed his grace on thee.
And crown thy good with brotherhood,
From sea to shining sea.
My Country ‘Tis of Thee
My country ‘tis of thee, sweet land of liberty, of thee I sing.
Land where my fathers died, land of the Pilgrim’s pride,
From every mountainside, let freedom ring.
My native country, thee, land of the noble free, thy name I love.
I love the rocks and rills, thy woods and templed hills,
My heart with rapture fills, like that above.
Let music swell the breeze, and ring from all the trees, sweet freedom’s
song,
Let mortal tongues awake, let all that breathe partake,
Let rocks their silence break, the sound prolong.
This Land is Your Land
This land is your land, this land is my land,
From California to the New York Island.
From the Redwood Forest to the Gulf Stream waters,
This land was made for you and me.
As I was walking that ribbon of highway,
I saw above me that endless skyway.
I saw below me that golden valley,
This land was made for you and me.
I roamed and rambled, and I followed my footsteps,
To the sparkling sands of her diamond deserts.
While all around me, a voice was sounding,
This land was made for you and me.
When the sun came shining, and I was strolling,
And the wheat fields waving, and the dust clouds rolling,
A voice was chanting as the fog was lifting,
This land was made for you and me.
This land is your land, this land is my land,
From California to the New York Island.
From the Redwood Forest to the Gulf Stream waters,
This land was made for you and me.
You’re a Grand Old Flag
You're a grand old flag,
You're a high-flying flag
And forever in peace may you wave.
You're the emblem of the land I love.
The home of the free and the brave.
Ev'ry heart beats true,'neath the Red, White and Blue,
Where there's never a boast or brag.
Should auld acquaintance be forgot,
Keep your eye on the grand old flag.
Battle Hymn of the Republic
Mine eyes have seen the glory of the coming of the Lord;
He is trampling out the vintage where the grapes of wrath are stored;
He hath loosed the fateful lightning of His terrible swift sword:
His truth is marching on.
Glory, glory, hallelujah!
Glory, glory, hallelujah!
Glory, glory, hallelujah!
His truth is marching on.
When Johnny Comes Marching Home Again
When Johnny comes marching home again,
Hurrah! Hurrah!
We’ll give him a hearty welcome then,
Hurrah! Hurrah!
The men will cheer and the boys will shout,
The ladies they will all turn out and we’ll all feel gay!
When Johnny comes marching home.