AIN'T GONNA GRIEVE MA LORD
Oh the deacon went down , to the cellar to pray
Out went the lights, and he stayed all day.
Oh the deacon went down in the cellar to pray
Out went the lights and he stayed all day
I ain't gonna grieve ma Lord no more.
I ain't gonna grieve ma Lord no more
I ain't gonna grieve ma Lord no more
I ain't gonna grieve ma Lord no more.
On one fine day and it won't be long,
You'll look for me and I'll be gone......
You can't go to heaven in a sleeping bag,
For there ain't no room for your wings to wag......
Oh if you get to Heaven before I do,
Just bore a hole and pull me through......
"that's all there is there ain't no more,"
Saint Peter said as he shut the door.
AIN'T SHE SWEET
Ain't she sweet, See her coming down the street,
Now I ask you very confidentially,
Ain't she sweet?
Ain't she nice, look her over once or twice,
Now I ask you very confidentially, Ain't she nice?
Just cast your eye in her direction,
Oh! me Oh! my, Ain't that perfection?
I repeat,
Don't you think thats kind of neat?
And I ask you very confidentially, Ain't she sweet?
ALL MY LOVING
Close your eyes and I'll kiss you,
Tomorrow I'll miss you, Remember I'll always be true,
And then while I'm away,I'll write home every day, and
I'll send all my loving to you.
All my loving I will send to you
All my loving darling I'll be true.
I'll pretend that I'm kissing the lips I am missing,
Hoping my dreams will all come true.
And then while I'm away,I'll write home every day,
And send all my loving to you.
(repeat 1st verse and chorus)
ANY DREAM WILL DO
I closed my eyes, drew back the curtain
To see for certain, what I thought I knew
Far, far away, someone was weeping
But the world was sleeping, any dream will do.
I wore my coat, with coloured lining
Bright colours shining, wonderful and new
And in the east, the dawn was breaking
The world was waking, any dream will do.
A crash of drums, a flash of light
My golden cloak flew out of sight
The colours faded into darkness
I was left alone.
May I return to the beginning,
The light is dimming, and the dream is too
The world and I, we are still waiting,
Still hesitating, any dream will do.
A'ROVING
In Amsterdam there lives a maid
Mark well what I do say
In Amsterdam there lives a maid
And she is mistress of her trade
I'll go no more a'roving with you fair maid
A'roving, A'roving, Since roving's been my ru-eye-in
I'll go no more a'roving with you fair maid
I met her first when home from sea
Home from the coast of Africee
With pockets lined with good monie;
O! didn't I tell her stories true
And didn't I tell her whoppers too
Of the gold we found in Timbuctoo!
But when we'd spent by blooming screw
And the whole of the gold from Timbuctoo
She cut her stick and vanished too;
BABY FACE
Baby face, you've got the cutest little baby face
There's not another one could take your place,
Baby face,
My poor heart is jumpin', you sure have started somethin'
Baby face;
I'm up in heaven when I'm in your fond embrace,
I didn't need a shove,
'Cause I just fell in love with your pretty baby face.
BABYLON
By the waters, the waters of Babylon
We lay down and wept, and wept, for the Zion
We remember thee, remember thee, remember thee, Zion
BANANA BOAT SONG
Day-oh! Day-oh!
Daylight's come and we want to go home.
Day-oh! Day-oh!
Daylight's come and I want to go home.
Work all night on a drink of rum.
Daylight come and we want to go home,
Pack de banana till de mornin' come
Daylight come and we want to go home.
Come, mister tallyman, tally me banana,
Daylight come and we want to go home,
Come, mister tallyman, tally me banana,
Daylight come and we want to go home.
BILL BAILEY
"Won't you come home, Bill Bailey, won't you come home?"
She moans the whole day long,
"I'll do de cooking, darling, I'll pay de rent:
I knows I've done you wrong.
'Member dat rainy eve dat I drove you out,
Wid nothing but a fine-tooth comb!
I know I's to blame,
Well, ain't dat a shame?
Bill Bailey, won't you please come home?"
BILLY BOY
Where have you been all the day, Billy boy, Billy boy,
Where have you been all the day, me Billy boy?
I've been walkin' all the day with me charmin' Nancy Grey
And me Nancy kittled me fancy, O me charmin' Billy Boy.
Is she fit to be your wife, Billy boy, Billy boy?
Is she fit to be your wife, me Billy boy?
She's as fit to be my wife, as the fork is to the knife,
And me Nancy kittled me fancy, O me charmin' Billy Boy.
BLESS 'EM ALL
They say there are walking clubs all over town,
Right down from the Cross to the Quay,
Crowded all out with bull-slinging men,
Walkers as tough as can be!
There's many an old hand who's done all there is,
Many a scum signing on,
We're all in together, in fair or foul weather,
So cheer up my lads, bless 'em all!
Bless 'em all, bless' em all,
The long and the short and the tall,
Bless all the bull-ants and snakes on the Cox,
Bless all the leeches, the blowflies, the rocks,
Now we're saying good-bye to them all,
As back to the flesh-pots we crawl,
It's a long treck to Gearin's, from these ruddy clearin's,
But cheer up my lads, bless 'em all!
They say that by walking you'll keep yourself fit,
But we've heard that tale before,
Thrashing about in the scrub and the muck,
Starving, half-beggared and sore,
There's many a prospective that's been taken in
Hook, line and sinker and all,
Whose mates all wax fitter on bad girls and liquor,
But cheer up my lads, bless 'em all!
They say that the leader is such a nice chap,
O, what a tale to tell,
Ask for a breather on Hearbreaker Ridge,
Promptly he'll answer, "Like hell!"
There's many a walker who's now just a wreck,
Who screams if you mention a trip,
But when we get plastered, we'll fix that old bastard
So cheer up my lads, bless 'em all!
BLOWING IN THE WIND
How many roads must a man walk down
Before you call him a man
Yes, 'n how many seas must a white dove sail
before she sleeps in the sand?
Yes, -'n' how many times must the cannon balls fly
Before they-re forever banned?
The answer my friend is blowing in the wind
The answer is blowing in the wind.
How many times must a man look up
Before he can see the sky?
and how many ears must one man have
Before he can hear people cry?
and how many deaths will it take till he knows
That too many people have died?
How many years can a mountain exist
Before it`s washed to the sea?
and how many years can some people exist
Before they're allowed to be free?
and how many times can a man turn his head
pretending he just doesn't see?
BORN FREE
Born free, as free as the wind blows
As free as the grass grows, born free to follow your heart,
Live free and beauty surrounds you,
The world still astounds you, each time for look at a star.
Stay free, where no walls divide you,
You're free as a roaring tide,
So there's no need to hide;
Born free and life is worth living
But only worth living
'Cause you're born free.
BOTANY BAY
Farewell to old England for ever
Farewell to my old friends as well
Farewell to the well known Old Bailey
Where I used for to cut such a swell
Singing toorali oorali addity, Singing toorali oorali ay
Singing toorali oorali addity, We're bound for Botany Bay.
There's the captain as is our commander
There's the bosun and all the ship's crew
There's the first and the second class passengers
Knows what we poor convicts goes through.
'Tain't leaving old England we cares about
'Tain't cos we misspells wot we knows
But becos all we light fingered gentry
Hops around with a log on our toes.
Oh had I the wings of a turtle dove
I'd soar on my pinions so high
Slap bang to the arms of my Polly love
And in her sweet presence I'd die.
Now all my young Dookies and Duchesses
Take warning from what I've to say
Mind all is your own as you touchesses
Or you'll find us in Botany Bay.
BOTH SIDES NOW
Bows and flows of angel's hair;
and ice cream castles in the air;
And feather canyons everywhere;
I've looked at clouds that way.
But now they only block the sun,
they rain and snow on everyone;
So many things I would have done,
but clouds got in my way.
I've looked at clouds from both sides now;
from up and down - but still somehow,
It's cloud's illusions I recall;
I really don't know clouds at all.
Moons and Junes and ferris wheels
the dizzy dancing way you feel;
When every fairy tale comes real:
I've looked at love that way,
But now it's just another show
you leave them laughing when you go;
And if you care don't let them know,
don't give yourself away.
I've looked at love from both sides now;
From give and take - but still somehow,
It's love's illusions I recall;
I really don't know love at all.
Tears and fears and feeling proud;
To say "I love you" right out loud;
Dreams and schemes and circus crowds;
I've looked at life that way,
But now old friends are acting strange,
they shake their heads,
They say I've changed; But something's
lost but something's gained,
In living every day.
I've looked at life from both sides now;
From win and lose but still somehow,
it's life's illusions I recall:
I really don't know life at all.
BOUND FOR SOUTH AUSTRALIA
Oh South Australia is my home
Heave a-way, haul a-way
From South Australia I'll ne'er roam
And we're bound for South Australia
Heave a-way you ruler king
Heave a-way, haul a-way
Heave a-way and hear me sing
We're bound for South Australia.
BRISBANE LADIES
Farewell and adieu to you, sweet Brisbane ladies,
Farewell and adieu to you girls of Toowong,
For we've sold all our cattle, and have to be moving,
But we hope we shall see you again before long.
We'll rant and we'll roar like true Queensland drovers,
We'll rant and we'll roar as onwards we push,
Until we get back to the Augathella Station,
For it's flaming dry going through the old Queensland
bush.
The first camp we make, we shall call it the Quart-pot,
Caboolture, then Kilcoy and Colinton's Hut;
We'll pull up at the Stone House, Bob Williamson's
paddock,
And early next morning we cross the Blackbutt.
Then on to Taromeo and Yarraman Creek, lads,
It's there we shall make our next camp for the day,
Where the water and grass are both plenty and sweet, lads,
And maybe we'll butcher a fat little stray.
BY THE LIGHT OF THE SILVERY MOON
By the light of the Silvery Moon, I want to spoon,
To my Honey I'll croon love's tune,
Honeymoon keep a shining in June,
Your silvery beams will bring love's dreams,
We'll be cuddling soon, By the silvery moon.
By the light-not the dark but the lightOf the silvery moon - not the sun but the moon I want to spoon - not knife but spoonTo my Honey I'll croon love's tune.
Honeymoon - not the sun but the moonKeep a shining in June - not July but June
Your silvery beams will bring love's dreams,
We'll be cuddling soon, By the silvery moon.
BYE BYE BLACKBIRD
Pack up all my cares and woe,
Here I go singing low, bye bye blackbird,
Where somebody waits for me,
Sugars sweet so is she,
Bye Bye blackbird,
No one here can love and understand me,
Oh, what hard luck stories they all hand me,
Make my bed and light the light,
I'll arrive late tonight,
Blackbird, bye bye.
BYE BYE LOVE
Bye Bye love, bye bye happiness, hello loneliness,
I think I'm gonna cry,
Bye bye love, bye bye sweet caress, hello emptiness,
I feel like I'm gonna die,
bye bye my love goodbye
There goes my baby, with someone new,
She sure looks happy, I sure am blue,
She was my baby, till he stepped in,
Goodbye to romance that might have been
I'm through with romance, I'm through with love,
I'm through with counting, The stars above.
And here's the reason that I'm so free,
my lovin' baby is through with me.
CAN'T BUY ME LOVE
I'll buy you a diamond ring, my friend, if it makes you feel alright
I'll get you anything, my friend, if it makes you fell alright
For I don't care too much for money, for money can't buy me love
I'll give you all I've got to give if you say you love me, too
I may not have a lot to give, but what I've got I'll give to you
For I don't care too much for money, for money can't buy me love
Can't buy me love, ev'rybody tells me so
Can't buy me love, no, no, no, no!
Say you don't need no diamond ring and I'll be satisfied
Tell me that you want those kind of things that money just can't buy
For I don't care too much for money, for money can't buy me love
CARNIVAL IS OVER
Say goodbye, my own true lover, as we sing a lover's song,
How it breaks my heart to leave you, now the carnival is gone.
High above the dawn is waking, and my tears are falling rain,
For the carnival is over, we may never meet again.
Like a drum my heart was beating, and your kiss was sweet as wine,
But the joys of life are fleeting, for Pierrot and Columbine.
Now the harbour light is calling, this will be a our last goodbye,
'Tho the carnival is over, I will love you 'till I die.
CATS IN THE CRADLE
My child arrived just the other day;
He came to the world in the usual way,
But there were planes to catch, and bills to pay,
He learned to walk while I was away.
And he was talk-in "fore I knew it.
And as he grew he'd say,
"I'm gonna be like you, Dad,
You know I'm gonna be like you"
And the cat's in the cradle and the silver spoon,
Little boy blue and the man in the moon
"When you comin' home Dad"
"I don't know when, but we'll get together then Son,
Yeah - You know we'll have a good time then".
My son turned ten just the other day.
He said, "Thanks for the ball, Dad. Come on, let's play,
Can you teach me to throw?" - I said "not today,
I've got a lot to do". He daid, "That's okay."
And then he walked away, but his smile never dimmed.
It said, I'm gonna be like him, yeah. I'm gonna be like him"
Well he came from college just the other day,
so much like a man I just had to say,
"Son, I'm proud of you, Can you sit for a while?"
He shook his head and he said with a smile,
"What I'd really like, Dad, is to borrow the car keys.
See you later. Can I have them please?"
I've long since retired, my son's moved away.
I called him up just the other day.
I said, I'd like to see you if you don't mind."
He said, "I'd love to, Dad, if I can find the time
You see, my new job's a hassle and the kids have the flu,
but it's sure nice talkin' to you, Dad. It's been sure nice talkin' to you."
And as I hung up the phone it occurred to me,
he'd grown up just like me. My boy was just like me
CHARLIE IS MY DARLING
Oh, Charlie is my darling, my darling, my darling,
Oh, Charlie is my darling, the young chevalier.
'Twas on a Monday morning, right early in the year,
When Charlie came to our town, the young Chevalier.
As he came marchin' up the street, the pipes played loud and clear,
And all the folk came runnin' out, to meet the Chevalier.
CLEMENTINE
In a cavern, in a canyon, excavating for a mine,
Dwelt a miner, forty-niner, and his daughter, Clementine.
Oh my darling, oh my darling, oh my darling Clementine,
Thou art 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.
Drove she duckling to the water,ev'ry morning just at nine;
Hit her foot against a splinter, fell into the foaming brine.
Saw her lips above the water,blowing bubbles mighty fine,
But alas! I was no swimmer, so I lost my Clementine.
In a corner of the churchyard,where the myrtle boughs entwine;
Grow the roses in their posies, fertilized by Clementine.
Then the miner, forty-niner, soon began to peak and pine;
Thought he oughter join his daughter - now he's with his Clementine.
In my dreams she still doth haunt me, robed in garments soaked in brine:
Though in life I used to hug her, now she's dead I'll draw the line.
How I missed her, how I missed her, how I missed my Clementine;
'Till I kissed her little sister, and forgot my Clementine.
CLIMBER'S CELMENTINE
On a rock-face, close to Leura, where the clouded cliffs incline,
Clung a climber, fine old timer, and his daughter Clementine.
O my darling, O my darling O my climbing Clementine,
Thou are lost and gone forever, dreadful sorry, Clementine.
She was dancing, like a fairy, out on ninety foot of line,
While her father, nervous rather, fast belayed his Clementine.
From a cliff top I was watching, thinking, "O that she were mine.
She's so lovely from abovely is my climbing Clementine."
Saw her groping, vainly hoping, or a handhold mighty fine;
But alack there was no crack there , to support my Clementine.
The the climber, fine old-timer, anxious for his Clementine,
Shouted "Hi, Sir, you up there, Sir, won't you drop my girl a line."
Quick as thought I hitched my nylon, to a belay crystalline,
Standing firm as any pylon, dropped the rope to Clementine.
And she grasped it, swiftly passed it, round her slender waist divine,
Up I drew her quite secure, so I saved my Clementine.
Then she rose up, cocked her nose up, with a glance that chilled my spine,
"I'd no need, Sir, of your lead, Sir, or your help," said Clementine.
So I parted, broken-hearted, from the dreams that once were mine,
Gave all hope up, coiled the rope up, said goodbye to Clementine.
Then the climber, fine old-timer, stood me lots and lots of wine Now I'd rather climb with father than his haughty Clementine.
CLICK GO THE SHEARS
Out on the board the old shearer stands,
Grasping his shears in his thin bony hands.
Fixed is his gaze on a bare bellied Yoe,
Glory if he gets her, won't he make the ringer go.
Click go the shears boys, click, click, click,
Wide is his blow and his hands move quick
The ringer looks around and is beaten by a blow,
And curses the old snagger with the bare bellied Yoe.
In the middle of the floor in his cane-bottomed chair
Sits the boss of the board with his eyes everywhere;
Notes well each fleece as it comes to the screen,
Paying strict attention that it's taken off clean.
The tar boy is there, waiting in demand,
With his blackened tar pot in his tarry hand,
Sees one old sheep with a cut upon it's back,
Here is what he's waiting for, it's "Tar here, Jack"
Shearing is all over and we've all got out cheques,
Roll up your swags boys, we're off on the track,
The first pub we come to, it's there we'll have a spree,
And everyone that comes along it's come and drink with me!
Down by the bar, the old shearer stand,
Grasping his glass in his thin bony hands,
Fixed is his gaze on a green painted kig
Glory he'll get down on her, ere he stirs a peg.
There we leave him standing, shouting for all hands,
Whilst all around every shouter stands,
His eyes are on the cask which now is lowering fast,
He works hard, he drinks hard, and goes to hell at last.
CONSIDER YOURSELF
Consider yourself our mate,
We don't want to have no fuss,
For after some consideration, we can state,
Consider yourself one of us
Consider yourself at home,
Consider yourself one of the family,
We don't have a lot to spare, who cares,
whatever we've got we share.
Nobody tries to be la-dee-dah and upperty,
There's a cup of tea for all,
Only it's wise to be handy with the rollin' pin,
When the landlord comes to call.
Consider yourself our mate
We don't want to have no fuss,
For after some consideration, we can state,
Consider yourself, one of us.
COCKLES AND MUSSELS
In Dublin's fair city, where girls are so pretty,
I first set my eyes on sweet Molly Malone,
As she wheeled her wheelbarrow
Thro' streets broad and narrow,
Crying, Cockles and Mussels! alive, alive-oh!
Aliv-oh, alive-oh, aliv-oh, alive-oh
Crying, Cockles and Mussels! alive, alive-oh!
She was a fishmonger, but sure 'twas no wonder,
For so were her father and mother before,
And they each wheeled their barrow
Thro' streets broad and narrow,
Crying, Cockles and Mussels! alive, alive-oh!
She died of a fever, and no one could save her,
And that was the end of sweet Molly Malone.
But her ghost wheels her barrow thro' streets broad and narrow
Crying, Cockles and Mussels! alive, alive-oh!
COTTON FIELDS
When I was a little bitty baby
My mamma would rock me in the cradle
In dem old cotton fields back home
It was down in Louisiana
Just about a mile from Texicana
In dem old cotton fields back home
Oh when dem cotton balls get rotten
You can`t pick very much cotton
In dem old cotton fields back home
It was down in Louisiana
Just about a mile from Texicana
In dem old cotton fields back home.
DAISY A DAY
He remembers the first time he met her
He remembers the first thing she said
He remembers the first time he held her
And the night that she came to his bed
He remembers her sweet way of saying
Honey, has somethin' gone wrong
He remembers the fun and the teasin'
And the reason he wrote her this song
I'll give you a daisy a day dear
I'll give you a daisy a day
I'll love you until the rivers run still
And the four winds we know blow away
They would walk down the street in the evenin'
And for years I would see them go by
And their love that was more than the clothes that they wore
Could be seen in the gleam of their eye
As a kid they would take me for candy and I'd love to go tagging along
We'd hold hands while we walked to the corner
And the old man would sing her his song
Now he walks down the street in the evening
and he stops by the old candy store
And I somehow believe he's believing
He's holdin' her hand like before
For he feels all her love walkin' with him
And he smiles at the things she might say
Then the old man walks up to the hilltop
And gives her a daisy a day.
DANNY BOY
Oh, Danny Boy, the pipes, the pipes are calling
From glen to glen and down the mountain side;
The summers gone, and all the leaves are falling,
It's you, it's you must go, and I must bide.
But when ye back when summers in the meadow,
Or when the valley's hushed and white with snow,
It's I'll be here, in sunshine or in shadow
Oh Danny Boy, oh Danny Boy, I love you so.
But when ye come, and all the flowers are dying,
If I am dead as dead as I well may be
Ye'll come and find the place where I am lying,
And kneel and say an "Ave" there for me.
And I shall hear though soft you tread above me
And all my grave will warmer sweeter be,
For you will bend and tell me that you love me,
And I shall sleep in peace until you come to me.
DONKEY SERENADE
DON'T FENCE ME IN
Oh give me land lots of land under starry skies above
Don't fence me in
Let me ride through the wide open country that I love
Don't fence me in,
Let me be by myself in the evening breeze
Listen to the murmur of the cottonwood trees
Send me off forever but I ask you please
Don't fence me in.
Just turn me loose
Let me straddle my old saddle underneath the western skies
On my cayuse
Let me wander over yonder until I see the mountains rise
I want to ride to the ridge where the west commences
Gaze at the moon till I lose my senses
I can't look at hobbles and I can't stand fences
Don't fence me in.
DOUBLE BUNKING
I heard this sad song-oh on the Orongorongo,
"No more double-bunking, double bunking for me"
I said to the vocalist, "Oh, why do you so insist,
"no more double bunking, double bunking for me"
No more double-bunking, double-bunking,double-bunking,
No more double-bunking, double bunking for me.
He said, "I've had a gutsful Of tramps where the hut's full;
No more double-bunking, double bunking for me,
I've weakened and lost weight, I'm nervously prostrate,
No more double-bunking, double-bunking for me.
"My tongue's covered with fur, too, And I can't eat my burgoo;
No more double-bunking, double-bunking for me,
I'm washed out like a dish-rag, I've ruptured my sleeping-bag;
No more double bunking, double-bunking for me"
Henceforth and hereafter I'll sleep on a rafter,
On a peak or a pinnacle, or under a waterfall,
On sand or on shingle; But I'm going to sleep single;
No more double-bunking, double bunking for me."
DOWNTOWN
When you`re alone and life is making you lonely
You can always go Downtown
When you`ve got worries all the noise and the hurry
Seem to help, I know Downtown
Just listen to the music of the traffic in the city
Linger on the sidewalks where the neon signs are pretty
How can you lose? The lights are much brighter there
You can forget all your troubles, forget all your cares
So go Downtown
Things will be great when you`re Downtown
No finer place for sure Downtown
Everythings waiting for you Downtown.
Don't hang around and let your problems surround you
There are movie shows Downtown`
Maybe you know some little places to go
To where they never close Downtown
Just listen to the rhythm of a gentle Bossa-Nova
You'll be dancing with 'em too before the night is over
Happy again.
DREAM A LITTLE DREAM
DROVER'S DREAM
One night while travellingsheep, my companions lay asleep,
There was not a star to 'luminate the sky,
I was dreaming I suppose, for my eyes were nearly closed,
When a very strange procession passed me by.
First there came a kangaroo with his swag of blankets blue,
A dingo ran beside him as his mate,
They were travelling mighty fast, but they shouted as they passed,
"We'll have to jog along, it's getting late."
The pelican and the crane, they came from off the plain.
To amuse the company with a Highland Fling,
The dear old bandicoot played a tune upon his flute,
And the native bears sat round them in a ring.
The dingo and the crow sang us songs of long ago,
While the frill-necked lizard listened with a smile;
And the emu standing near with a claw up to his ear,
Said "Funniest thing I've heard for quite a while".
The frogs from out the swamp, where the atmosphere is damp,
Came bounding in and sat upon the stone,
They each unrolled their swags, and produced from out their bags,
The violin, the banjo and the bones.
The goanna and the snake and the adder wide awake,
With the alligator danced the "Soldiers Joy,"
In the spreading silky oak, the Jackass cracked a joke,
And the magpie sang the "Wild Colonial Boy".
Some brolgas darted out from the ti-trees all about,
And performed a set of Lancers very well,
Then the parrot green and blue gave the orchestra it's cue,
To strike up "The Old Log Cabin in the Dell".
I was dreaming I suppose, of these entertaining shows,
But it never crossed my mind I was asleep.
'Till the boss beneath the cart, woke me up with such a start,
Yelling, "Dreamy, where the hell are all the sheep?"
THE DYING STOCKMAN
A strapping young stockman lay dying,
His saddle supporting his head;
His two mates around him were sighing,
As he rose on his elbow and said:
"Wrap me up in my stockwhip and blanket,
and bury me deep down below,
Where the dingoes and crows won't molest me,
In the shade where the coolibahs grow."
Oh had I the wings of an eagle,
Far over the plains I would fly,
And there in the arms of my true love,
I would say as I lay down to die.
Give Wongi my saddle and blanket,
Give Billy my bullets of lead,
That these two truefriends of my childhood,
May remember a stockman who's dead.
Oh, hark to the wail of the dingo,
And hear the hoarse voice of the crow,
They call to a dying young stockman,
To haste to his bed down below.
So chop down a pair of young saplings,
Place one at my head and my toe;
Carve on them crossed stockwhips and saddle,
To show there's a stockman below
Make tea in the battered old billy,
Set the pannikins out in a row;
And we'll drink ro our next merry meetings
In the place where all good stockmen go.
And oft in the shade of a sheoak,
Where the soft breezes murmur so low,
When the sweet wattle blossom is blooming,
Spare a thought for the stockman below.
EARLY ONE MORNING
Early one morning, just as the sun was rising,
I heard a maid sing in the valley below:
Oh don't deceive me, oh never leave me
How could you use a poor maiden so?
Oh gay is the garland and fresh are the roses,
I've culled from the garden to bind on thy brow.
Remember the vows that you made to your Mary,
Remember the bower where you promised to be true.
Thus sang the poor maiden her sorrows bewailing,
Thus sang the poor maid in the valley below.
EDELWEISS
Edelweiss, Edelweiss
Every morning you greet me
Small and white, clean and bright
You look happy to meet me
Blossom of snow, may you bloom and grow
Bloom and grow forever
Edelweiss, Edelweiss
Bless my homeland forever
ELEANOR RIGBY
Oh, look at all the lonely people!
Oh, look at all the lonely people
Eleanor Rigby picks up the rice in the church where a wedding has been
Lives in a dream, waits at the window, wearing a face
that she keeps in a jar by the door. who is it for?
All the lonely people, where do they all come from?
All the lonely people, where do they all belong?
Father McKenzie, writing the words of a sermon that no one will hear
No one comes near.
Look at him working, darning his socks in the night when there's nobody there.
What does he care?
All the lonely people Where do they all come from?
All the lonely people, Where do they all belong?
Eleanor Rigby died in the church and was buried along with her name.
Nobody came.
Father McKenzie wiping the dirt from his hands as he walks from the grave
No one was saved
All the lonely people, where do they all come from?
All the lonely people, where do they all belong?
EVERYBODY'S TALKING AT ME
Everybody's talking at me, I don't hear a word they're saying
Only the echoes of my mind,
People stopping staring. I can't see their faces
Only the shadows of their eyes.
I'm going where the sun keeps shining through the pouring rain
Going where the weather suits my clothes
Banking off of the north east wind - sailing on a summer breeze
Skipping over the ocean like a stone (Repeat)
Wa-wa-wa-wa, wa-wa-wa-wa, wa-wa-wa-wa
Everybody's talking at me, I don't hear a word they're saying
Only the echoes of my mind
And I won't let you leave my love behind
No, I won't let you leave my love behind
And I won't let you leave.
FIRE'S BURNING
Fire's burning, fire's burning
Draw nearer, draw nearer
In the gloaming, in the gloaming,
Come sit and be merry.
FIVE HUNDRED MILES
If you miss the train I'm on, you will know that I am gone,
You can hear the whistle blow a hundred miles.
A hundred miles, a hundred miles, a hundred miles, a hundred miles
You can hear the whistle blow a hundred miles.
Lord I'm one, Lord I'm two, Lord I'm three, Lord I'm four,
Lord I'm five hundred miles from my home,
Five hundred miles, five hundred miles,
Five hundred miles, five hundred miles,
Lord I'm five hundred miles from my home.
Not a shirt on my back, Not a penny to my name,
Lord, I can't go back home this a-way,
This a-way, this a-way, this a-way, this a-way,
Lord, I can't go back home this a-way.
If you miss the train I'm on you will know that I am gone,
You can hear the whistle blow a hundred miles.
FOGGY, FOGGY DEW
When I was a bach'lor, I lived all alone,
I worked at the weaver's trade,
And the only, only thing that I ever did wrong
Was to woo a fair young maid.
I wooed her in the winter time,
And in the summer, too;
And the only, only thing that I ever did wrong,
Was to keep her from the foggy, foggy dew.
One night she knelt close by my side, when I was fast asleep,
She threw her arms around my neck, and then began to weep.
She wept, she cried, she damn near died Oh Lord, what could I do?
So all night long I held her in my arms,
Just to keep her from the foggy, foggy dew.
Again I am a bach'lor, I live with my son,
We work at the weaver's trade,
And every single time that I look into his eyes,
He reminds me of the fair young maid.
He reminds me of the wintertime,
And of the summer, too,
And of the many, many times that I held her in my arms,
Just to keep her from the foggy, foggy dew.
GALWAY BAY
If you ever go across the sea to Ireland
Then maybe at the closing of the day
You will sit and watch the moon rise over Claddagh
And see the sun go down o'er Galway Bay.
Just to hear the ripple of the trout stream,
The women in the meadow making hay,
And to sit beside a turf fire in the cabin
and watch the barefoot gossoons at their play.
For the breezes blowing o'er the seas from Ireland
Are perfumed by the heather as they blow
and the women in the uplands diggin' praties,
Speak a language that the strangers do not know.
For the strangers came and tried to teach us their ways,
They scorned us just for being what we are,
But they might as well go chasing after moonbeams,
Or light a penny candle from a star.
And if there is going to be a life hereafter,
And somehow I am sure there's going to be,
I will ask my God to let me make my heaven,
In that dear land across the Irish Sea.
GENDARMES' DUET
We're public guardians bold and wary,
And of ourselves we take good care;
To risk our precious lives we're chary When danger looms we're never there.
But when we meet a helpless woman
Or little boys that do no harm,
We run them in, we run them in,
We run them in, we run them in,
We show them we're the bold gendarmes.
We run them in, we run them in,
We run them in, we run them in,
We show them we're the bold gendarmes.
Sometimes our duty's extra-mural And little butterflies we chase;
We like to gambol in things rural;
Commune with nature face to face.
Unto our beats then back returning,
Refreshed by nature's holy charms.
If gentlemen do make a riot,
And punch each other's heads at night;
We're quite disposed to keep it quiet,
Provided that they make it right,
But if they do not seem to see it,
Or give to us our proper terms:
GIRL WITH THE BLACK VELVET BAND
It was in the city of London, In apprenticeship I was bound
And many's the gay old hour I spent in that dear old town.
One day as I was walking, along my usual beat,
A pretty little young maiden came tripping along the street.
And her eyes they shone like diamonds,
I thought her the pride of the land;
The hair that hung down on her shoulder
Was tied with a black velvet band.
One day as we were walking, A gentleman passed us by;
I could see she was bent on some mischief
by the rolling of her dark blue eye.
Gold watch she picked from his pocket, and slyly placed into my hand;
I was taken in charge by a copper Bad luck to that black velvet band.
Before the Lord mayor I was taken,
"Your case, sir, I plainly can seeAnd if I'm not greatly mistaken,
You're bound far over the sea."
Oh, it's over the dark blue ocean,
Away to Van Diemen's LandAway from my friends and relations
And the girl with the black velvet band.
GOODBYE
My heart is broken, but what care I,
Such pride inside me has woken,
I'll try my best not to cry, by and by,
When the final farewells must be spoken.
I'll join the Legion, that's what I'll do,
And in some far distant region,
Where human hearts are staunch and true,
I shall start my life anew.
Goodbye, it's time I sought a foreign clime where I,
May find there are hearts more kind than I leave behind.
And so I go to fight the savage foe although,
Iknow I'll be sometimes missed by the girls I've kissed.
In some Abyssinian, French dominion, I shall do my bit,
And fall for the flag if I must.
Where the desert sand is nice and handy,I'll be full of grit.
You won't see my heels for the dust.
I'll do or die, you'll know the reason why when told,
Of bold Leopold's last stand for the Fatherland.
Goodbye, goodbye, I wish you all a last goodbye,
Goodbye, goodbye, I wish you all a last goodbye.
GO TELL IT ON THE MOUNTAIN
Go tell it on the mountain, over the seas, and everywhere,
Go tell it on the mountain, "let my people go"
Who's that yonder dressed in red? Let my people go
Must be the children that Moses led, Let my people go
Who's that yonder dressed in red? Must be the children that Moses led,
Go tell it on the mountain - "let my people go"
Who's that yonder dressed in white?
Must be the children of the Israelite
Who's that yonder dressed in black?
Must be the hypocrites turning back.
GREEN GREEN GRASS OF HOME
The old home town looks the same as I step down from the train
And there to meet me is my Mama and Papa;
And down the road I look and there runs Mary,
hair of gold and lips like cherries.
It's good to touch the green grass of home.
Yes they'll all come to meet me, arms a-reaching, smiling sweetly.
It's good to touch the green green grass of home.
The old house is still standing tho' the paint is cracked and dry,
And there's that old oak tree that I used to play on.
Down the lane I walk with my sweet Mary,
Hair of gold and lips like cherries;
It's good to touch the green green grass of home.
Then I awake and look around me at the grey walls that surround me
And I realize that I was only dreaming.
For there's a guard, and there's a sad old Padre,
Arm in arm we'll walk at daybreak
Again I'll touch the green green grass of home.
Yes, they'll all come to see me,
in the shade of that old oak tree
As they lay me 'neath the green green grass of home.
GYPSY ROVER
The whistling gypsy came over the hill,
Down to the valley so shady;
He whistled and he sang 'til the greenwoods rang,
And he won the heart of a lady.
Ah dee doo, ah dee doo dah day,
Ah dee doo, ah dee day,
He whistled and he sang 'til the greenwoods rang
And he won the heart of a lady.
She left her father's castle gate,
She left her own true lover,
She left her servants and her estate,
To follow the gypsy rover.
Her father saddled up his fastest steed,
He roamed the valleys all over,
Seeking his daughter at a reckless speed,
And the whistling gypsy rover.
He came at last to a mansion fine,
Down by the river Clady;
And there was music and there was wine
For the gypsy and his lady.
"He is no gypsy, my father," said she,
"But lord of the land all over,
And I will stay 'til my dying day
With my whistling gypsy rover."
HAMMER SONG
If I had a hammer, I'd hammer in the morning,
I'd hammer in the evening all over this land:
I'd hammer out danger, I'd hammer out warning,
I'd hammer out love between my brothers and my sisters,
All over this land.
If I had a bell, I'd ring it in the morning,
I'd ring it in the evening all over this land;
I'd ring out danger, I'd ring out a warning,
I'd ring out love between my brothers and my sisters
All over this land
If I had a song, I'd sing it in the morning,
I'd sing it in the evening all over this land;
I'd sing out danger, I'd sing out a warning,
I'd sing out love between my brothers and my sisters
All over this land.
Well I've got a hammer, and I've got a bell
And I've got a song to sing all over this land;
It's the hammer of justice, it's the Bell of Freedom
It's a song about love between my brothers and my sisters,
All over this land.
HAPPY WANDERER
I love to go awandering, along the mountain track
And as I go I love to sing, my knapsack on my back.
Valderi, valdera, valderi, valderahahaha
My knapsack on my back.
I love to wander by the stream that dances in the sun
So joyously it calls to me , come join my happy song.
I wave my hat to all I meet
And they wave back to me
And blackbirds call so loud and sweet
From every greenwood tree.
High overhead the skylarks wing
They never rest at home
But just like me they love to sing
As o'er the world they roam
O may I go awandering
Until the day I die
O may I always laugh and sing
Beneath God's clear blue sky
HEY JUDE
HEY LOOK ME OVER
Hey look me over, lend me an ear;
Fresh out of clover, mortaged up to here,
But don't pass the plate, folks, don't pass the cup;
I figure whenever you're down and out, the only way is up,
And I'll be up like a rosebud, high on the vine,
Don't thumb your nose bud, take a tip from mine,
I'm a little bit short of the elbow room, but let me get me some,
And look out world here I come.
HOLE IN THE BUCKET
HOME ON THE RANGE
O 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
How often at night when the heavens are bright
With the light from the glittering stars
How I stood there amazed and asked as
I gazed
If their glory exceeds that of ours.
O give me a land where the bright diamond sand
Flows leisurely down to the sea
Where the graceful white swan goes gliding along
Like a maid in a heavenly dream.
Where the air is so pure, the zephyrs so free
The breezes so balmy and light
That I would not exchange my home on the range
For all of the cities so bright.
I'D LIKE TO TEACH THE WORLD TO SING
I'd like to teach the world to sing
In perfect har-mo-ny
I'd like to hold it in my arms
And keep it company
I'd like to build the world a home
And furnish it with love
Grow apple trees and honey bees
And snow white turtle doves
I'd like to see the world for once
All standing hand in hand,
And hear them echo through the hills
For peace throughout the land.
I'D RATHER BE A SPARROW THAN A SNAIL
I'd rather be a sparrow than a snail,
Yes I would, If I could, I surely would.
I'd rather be a hammer than a nail,
Yes I would, if I only could, I surely would.
Away, I'd rather sail away,
Like a swan that's here and gone.
A man gets tied up to the ground,
He gives the world it's saddest sound, Its saddest sound.
I'd rather be a forest than a street,
Yes I would, if I could, I surely would,
I'd rather feel the earth beneath my feet.
Yes I would, if I only could, I surely would.
IF I WERE A BLACKBIRD
I am a young maiden and my story is sad
Once I was courted by a brave sailor lad,
He courted me truly by night and by day
But now he has left me and gone on his way.
If I were a blackbird, I’d whistle and sing
and follow the ship that my true love sailed in
And in the top rigging I’d there build my nest
and pillow my head on his lilly white chest
IMAGINE
Imagine there's no heaven, it's easy if you try
No Hell below us, above us only sky
Imagine all the people living for today
You may say I'm a dreamer, but I'm not the only one
I hope some day you'll join us
and the world shall be as one.
Imagine there's no countries, it isn't hard to do
Nothing to kill or die for and no religion too
Imagine all the people living life in peace
Imagine no possessions, I wonder if you can
No need for greed or hunger,
a brotherhood of man.
ISLAND IN THE SUN
This is my island in the sun,
Where my people have toiled since time begun,
Though I may sail on many a sea
This island will always be home to me.
O, Island in the sun,
Willed to me by my father's hand,
All my days I will sing in praise,
Of your forest, waters, your shining sand.
As morning breaks the heavens on high
I lift my heavy load to the sky,
Sun beats down with a burning glow
And mingles my sweat with the earth below.
I see woman on bended knee,
Cutting cane for her family,
I see man by the water's side,
Casting nets at the surging tide.
I hope the day will never come,
That I can't awake to the sound of drum,
Never let me miss carnival
Or calypso song philosophical.
JAMAICA FAREWELL
Down the way where the nights are gay,
And the sun shines daily on the mountain top,
I took a trip on a sailing ship,
And when I reached Jamaica I made a stop.
But I'm sad to say I'm on my way
Won't be back for many a day
My heart is down, my head is turning around
I had to leave a little girl in Kingston town
Sounds of laughter everywhere,
And the dancing girls swaying to and fro
I must declare my heart is there,
Tho I've been from Maine to Mexico.
Down at the market you can hear,
Ladies cry out while on their heads they bear,
Haki rice, salt fish are nice,
And the rum is fine any time of the year.
JUST A SONG AT TWILIGHT
Once in the dear dead days beyond recall,
When on the world the mist began to fall,
Out of the dreams that rose in happy throng,
Low in our hearts love sang an old sweet song;
And in the dusk, where fell the firelight gleam,
Softly it wove itself into a dream.
Just a song at twilight, when the lights are low,
And the flickering shadows, softly come and go,
Though the heart be weary, sad the day and long,
Still to us at twilight, comes Love's old song,
Comes love's old sweet song.
Even today we hear love's song of yore,
Deep in our hearts it swells for evermore,
Footsteps may falter, weary grow the way,
Still we can hear it at the close of day;
So till the end, when life's dim shadows fall,
Love will be found the sweetest song of all.
KOOKABURRA
Kookaburra sits on an old gum tree
Merry, merry king of the bush is he;
Laugh Kookaburra, laugh kookaburra
Gay your life must me
KUMBAYA
Kumbaya, my lord, Kumbaya, Kumkaya, my lord, Kumbaya,
Kumbaya, my lord, Kumbaya. Oh lord, kumbaya.
Someone's singing, Lord, Kumbaya (3)
Oh, Lord, Kumbaya.
Someone's praying. Lord, Kumbaya (3)
Oh, Lord, Kumbaya
Kumbaya, my Lord, Kumbaya (3)
Oh, Lord, Kumbaya.
LEAVING ON A JET PLANE
All my bags are packed, I'm ready to go,
I'm standing here outside your door,
I hate to wake you up to say goodbye.
Well the dawn is breaking it's early morn,
The taxi's waiting, he's blowing his horn,
Already I'm so lonesome, I could cry.
So kiss me and smile for me,
Tell me that you'll wait for me,
Hold me like you'll never let me go.
I'm a-leavin' on a jet plane,
I don't know when I'll be back again,
Oh babe, I hate to go.
There's so many times I've let you down,
So many times I've played around,
I tell you now, they don't mean a thing.
Every place I go I think of you,
Every song I sing, I sing for you,
When I come back, I'll wear your wedding ring.
Now the time has come to leave you,
One more time, let me kiss you,
Then close your eyes, I'll be on my way.
Dream about the days to come,
And I won't have to leave alone,
About this time I won't have to stay.
LEMON TREE
When I was just a lad of ten, my father said to me:
"Come here and take a lesson from the lovely lemon tree.
Don't put your trust in love, my boy,"my father said to me.
"I fear you'll find that love is like the lovely lemon tree."
Lemon Tree, very pretty and the lemon flower is sweet,
But the fruit of the poor lemon is impossible to eat.
Lemon Tree very pretty and the lemon flower is sweet,
But the fruit of the poor lemon is impossible to eat.
Beneath that Lemon tree one day, my love and I did lie,
A girl so sweet that when she smiled, the stars rose in the sky.
We passed that summer lost in love, beneath the lemon tree,
The music of her laughter hid my father's voice from me.
One day she left without a word; she took away the sun,
And in the dark she left behind, I knew what she had done.
She left me for another; it's a common tale but true,
A sadder man, but wiser now, I sing this song to you.
LET IT BE
When I find myself in times of trouble, Mother Mary comes to me
Speaking words of wisdom, Let it be.
And in my hours of darkness she is standing right in front of me,
Speaking words of wisdom, Let it be.
Let it be, let it be, let it be, let it be,
Whisper words of wisdom, let it be.
And when the broken hearted people living in the world agree,
There will be an answer, let it be.
For though they may be parted there’s still a chance that they will see,
There will be an answer let it be.
And when the night is cloudy there is still a light that shines on me,
Shine until tomorrow, let it be,
I wake up to the sound of music, Mother Mary comes to me,
Speaking words of wisdom, let it be.
LET ME CALL YOU SWEETHEART
Let me call you sweetheart,I'm in love with you,
Let me hear you whisper that you love me too.
Keep the love light glowing in your eyes so true,
Let me call you sweetheart, I'm in love with you.
LILLI MARLENE
Underneath the lantern by the barrack gate,
Darling I remember, the way you used to wait;
'Twas there that you whispered tenderly,
That you lov'd me, you'd always be,
My Lilli of the lamplight, my own Lilli Marlene.
Time would come for roll call, time for us to part,
Darling, I'd caress you and press you to my heart,
And there beneath that far-off lantern light
I'd hold you tight, we'd kiss "Goodnight",
My Lilli of the lamplight, my own Lilli Marlene.
Orders came for sailing somewhere over there,
All confined to barracks was more than I could bear,
I knew you were waiting in the street,
I heard your feet, but could not meet,
My Lilli of the lamplight, my own Lilli Marlene.
LOCH LOMOND
By yon bonnie banks and by yon bonnie braes
Where the sun shines bright on Loch Lomond
For me and my true love will never meet again
On the bonnie bonnie banks o' Loch Lomond
Oh ye'll take the high road and I'll take the low road
And I'll be in Scotland afore ye
For trouble it is there, and many hearts are sad
On the bonnie, bonnie banks o' Loch Lomond.
T’wass there taht we parted in yon shady glen,
‘neath the steep steeep side of Ben Lomond
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McNAMARA'S BAND
Oh my name is McNamara, I'm the leader of the band,
Although we're few in number, we're the finest in the land.
We play at wakes 'n' weddings, and at every fancy ball,
At every dead man's funeral, we play the March from Saul.
Oh, the drums go bang and the cymbals clang,
And the horns they blaze away.
McCartney pumps the big bassoon, while I the pipes do play.
O Hennessy, Hennessy, tootles the flute, the music is simply grand.
A credit to old Ireland, is McNamara's Band.
Right now we are rehearsing for a very swell affair,
'Tis the annual celebration,all the gentry will be there,
When General Grant to Ireland came, He took me by the hand,
Says he, "I've never seen the likes of McNamara's Band."
MAGGIE
I wandered today to the hills, Maggie,
To watch the scene below:
The creek and the creaking old mill, Maggie,
Where we used to long time ago
The green growth has gone from the hills, Maggie,
Where first the daisy sprung
The creaking old mill is still, Maggie,
Since you and I were young.
Oh, they say that I'm feeble with age, Maggie;
My steps are much slower than then;
My face is a well-written page, Maggie,
And time all alone was the pen.
Oh, they say that we've outlived our time, Maggie,
As they did the songs that we sung,
But to me you're as fair as you were, Maggie,
When you and I were young.
MAGGIE MAGGIE MAY
Oh gather round, you sailor boys, and listen to my song,
And when you've heard it through you'll pity me
I was a goddam fool in the port of Liverpool
The first time that I came home from sea.
I was paid off at The Hove from a trip at Sydney Cove And two pound ten a month was all my pay Then I started drinking gin, and was neatly taken in
By a little girl they all called Maggie May.
Oh Maggie, Maggie May, they have taken you away
To slave upon that cold Van Dieman shore!
For you robbed so many sailors, and dosed so many whalers,
You'll never cruise down Lime Street any more.
'Twas a damned unlucky day when I first met Maggie May,
She was cruising up and down old Canning Place;
She had a figure fine, as a warship of the line
And me being a sailor I gave chase.
In the morning when I woke, stiff and sore and stoney broke,
No trousers, coat or weskit I could find.
The landlady said, 'Sir, I can tell you where they are,
They'll be down in Stanley's hockshop, number nine."
To the bobby on his beat at the corner of the street,
To him I went, to him I told my tale.
He asked, as if in doubt: 'Does your mother know you're out?'
But agreed the lady ought to be in jail.
To the hockshop I applied but no trousers there I spied.
The bobbies came and took the girl away.
The jury 'guilty' found her, for robbing a homeward-bounder,
And paid her passage out to Botany Bay.
ME AND MY SHADOW
Me and my shadow, strolling down the avenue,
Me and my shadow, not a soul to tell our troubles to;
And when it's twelve o'clock, we climb the stair,
We never knock, for nobody's there,
Just me and my shadow, all alone and feeling blue.
MICHAEL ROW THE BOAT
Michael row the boat ashore - Alleluya
Michael row the boat ashore - Alleluya
Sister help to trim the sail - Alleluya
Sister help to trim the sail - Alleluya
The river Jordon is deep and wide
Milk and honey on the other side
The river Jordan is muddy and cold
Chills the body but not the soul
MOON RIVER
Moon River, wider than a mile:
I'm crossin' you in style some day.
Old dream maker, you heart breaker,
Wherever you're go-in', I'm go'in' your way:
Two drifters, off to see the world
There's such a lot of world to see
We're after the same rain-bow's end
Wait-in' 'round the bend,
My Huckleberry friend, Moon River and me
MOONLIGHT BAY
We were sailing along on Moonlight Bay
We could hear the voices ringing, they seemed to say
"You have stolen my heart, now don't go 'way,"
As we sang lone's Old Sweet Song, on Moonlight Bay.
MORETON BAY
One Sunday morning as I went walking by Brisbane waters I chanced to stray,
I heard a convict his fate bewailing as on the sunny river banks he lay.
"I am a native of Erin's island, and banished now from my native shore,
They tore me from my aged parents and from the maiden whom I do adore.
I've been a prisoner at Port Macquarie, at Norfolk Island and Emu Plains,
At Castle Hill and at cursed Toongabee
at all those settlements I've worked in chains;
But of all places on condemnation and penal stations in New South Wales,
To Moreton Bay I have found no equal;
excessive tyranny each day prevails.
For three long years I was beastly treated, and heavy irons on my legs I wore;
My back with flogging is lacerated and often painted with my crimson gore.
And many a man from downright starvation lies mouldering now underneath the clay,
And Captain Logan he had us tortured at the pillories down at Moreton Bay.
Like the Egyptians and ancient Hebrews, we were oppressed under Logan's yoke
Till a native black lying there in ambush did give this tyrant his mortal stroke.
My fellow prisoners, be exhilarated that all such monsters such death may find
And when from bondage we are liberated, our former sufferings shall fade from mind."
MORNING HAS BROKEN
Morning has broken, like the first morning
Blackbird has spoken, like the first bird
Praise for the singing, praise for the morning
Praise for them singing, fresh from the world.
Sweet the rain's newfall, sunlight from heaven
Like the first dewfall, on the first grass
Praise for the sweetness of the wet garden
Sprung in completeness where his feet pass.
Mine is the sunlight, mine is the morning
Born of the one light, Eden saw play
Praise with elation, praise every morning
God's recreation of the new day.
MORNING TOWN RIDE
Train whistle blowing, makes a sleepy noise
Underneath the blankets for all the girls and boys
Rockin, rollin, ridin, out along the bay
All bound for morning town, many miles away
Driver at the engine, fireman rings the bell
Sandman swings the lantern to show that all is well
Maybe it is raining where our train will ride
All the little travellers are warm and snug inside
Somewhere there is sunshine, somewhere there is rain
Somewhere there is morning town, many miles away
MOUNTAINS O' MOURNE
Oh Mary this London's a wonderful sight
With people here working by day and by night
They don't sew potatoes nor barley nor wheat
But there's gangs of them digging for gold in the street
At least when I asked them that's what I was told
So I just took a hand at this diggin' for gold
But all that I found there I might as well be
In the place where the dark mourn sweeps down to the sea.
I wish that when writing a wish you expressed
As to how the fine ladies in London were dressed
Well if you believe when asked to a ball
They don't wear no tops to their dresses at all
Oh I've seen them myself and you could not in truth
Tell that if they bound for a ball or a bath
Don't be starting in fashions now Mary McCree
In the place where the dark mourn sweeps down to the sea.
You remember young Denny McLaren of course
Well he's over here with the rest of the force
I saw him one day as he stood on the strand
Stopped all the traffic with a wave of his hand
And as we were talking of days that are gone
The topwn of London stood there to look on
But for all his great powers he's wishful like me
To be back where the dark mourn sweeps down to the sea.
MY BONNIE LIES OVER THE OCEAN
My bonnie lies over the ocean,
My bonnie lies over the sea,
There's nobody lies like my bonnie,
Oh bring back my bonnie to me
Bring back, bring back
Oh bring back my bonnie to me, to me,
Bring back, bring back
Oh bring back my bonnie to me.
My bonnie has tuberculosis,
My bonnie has only one lung,
My bonnie can swallow raw oysters,
and roll them around on her tongue
My bonnie's complexion was lovely,
her face it was beauteous to see,
One day she got caught in a rainstorm;
Oh bring back my bonnie to me.
My bonnie leaned over the gas tank,
the height of its contents to see,
I lighted a match to assist her;
Oh bring back my bonnie to me.
MY GRANDFATHER'S CLOCK
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,
Though it weighed not a pennyweight 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
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.
It sounded alarm in the middle of the night
an alarm that for years had been dumb
And we knew that his spirit was ready for flight
That his time of departure had come.
Still the clock kept its time
With a melancholy chime
As we mornfully stood by his side
But ir stopped - short, never to go again
when the old man died
My grandfather said that of 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.
MY OLD KENTUCKY HOME
The sun shines bright in the Old Kentucky home,
'Tis summer, the darkies are gay;
The corn top's ripe, and the meadow's in the bloom
While the birds make music all the day.
The young folk roll on the little cabin floor
All merry, all happy and bright;
By'n-bye hard times come a-knocking at the door,
Then my old Kentucky home, good-night!
Weep no more, my lady,
O weep no more today,
We will sing one song for the Old Kentucky home,
For the old Kentucky home far away.
They hunt no more for the possum and the corn,
On the meadow, the hill and the shore;
They sing no more by the glimmer of the moon,
On the bench by the old cabin door.
The day goes by like a shadow o'er the heart,
With sorrow where all was delight;
The time has come when the darkies have to part,
Then my old Kentucky home, good-night.
NEW WORLD IN THE MORNING
Everybody's talking about a new world in the morning,
New world in the morning so they say-ay-ay,
I myself don't talk about a new world in the morning,
New world in the morning that's today.
And I can feel a new tomorrow comin' on,
And I don't know why I have to make a song.
Everybody talks about a new world in the morning,
New world in the morning takes so long.
I met a man who had a dream he's had since he was twenty,
I met that man when he was eighty-one.
He said too many folks just stand and wait until the morning,
Don't they know tomorrow never comes.
And he would feel a new tomorrow comin' on,
And when he'd smile his eyes'd twinkle up in fun,
Everybody talks about a new world in the morning,
New world in the morning never comes.
NOW IS THE HOUR
Now is the hour
When we must say goodbye.
Soon you'll be sailing
Far across the sea While you're away
O please remember me.
When you return
You'll find me waiting here.
OH WHAT A BEAUTIFUL MORNING
There's a bright golden haze on the meadow
There's a bright golden haze on the meadow
The corn is as high as an elephant's eye
And it looks like it's climbing clear up to the sky.
Oh what a beautiful morning
Oh what a beautiful day
I've got a beautiful feeling
Everything's going my way.
All the cattle are standing like statues
All the cattle are standing like statues
They don't turn their heads as they see me ride by
But a little brown maverick is winkin' her eye
All the sounds of the earth are like music
All the sounds of the earth are like music
The breeze is so busy it don't miss a tree
And an ol' weepin ' willow is laughin' at me.
OL' MAN RIVER
Coloured folks work on de Mississippi
Coloured folks work while di white folks play
Pullin' dose boats from de dawn to sunset
Gittin' no rest till the judgement day
Don't look up an' don't look down
You don't dast make de white boss frown
Bend yo' knees an' bow your head
An' pull dat rope until yo're dead.
Let me go 'way from de Mississippi
Let me go 'way from de white man boss
Show me dat stream called de River Jordan
Dat's de ol' stream dat I long to cross.
Ol' man river, dat ol' man river
He must know sumpin' but don't say nothin'
He just keeps rollin', he keeps on rollin' along.
You and me, we sweat and strain
Body all achin' an' racked wid pain
"Tote dat barge!", "Lift dat bale!"
Git a little drunk an' you land in gaol.
Ah gits weary an' sick of tryin'
Ah'm tired of livin' an' skeered of dyin'
But ol' man river, he just keeps rollin' along.
ONE TREE PLANE
ON ILKLA MOOR BAHT'AT
Wheear 'as that bin sin' ah saw thee?
On Ilkla Moor baht'at
Wheear 'as that bin sin' ah saw thee?
Wheear 'as that bin sin' ah saw thee?
On Ilkla Moor baht'at,
On Ilkla Moor baht'at,
On Ilkla Moor baht'at,
Tha's bin a-coortin' Mary Jane, ..etc
Tha'll go and get thi deearth o'cowld,
Then we s'all ha' to bury thee,
Then t'worms'll come an' ate thee oop,
Then t'ducks'll come an' ate oop t'worms,
Then we shall go an' ate oop t'ducks,
Then we shall all'av etten thee,
That's wheear we gets our oahn back.
ON TOP OF OLD SMOKEY
On top of old smokey, all covered in snow,
I lost my true lover, for courting so slow,
For courting's a pleasure and parting is grief,
And a false-hearted lover is worse than a thief.
For the thief will just rob you, and take what you have,
But a false-hearted lover will drive you to the grave.
And the grave will decay you and turn you to dust,
Not one boy in a hundred, a poor girl can trust.
They'll hug you and kiss you, and tell you more lies,
Than cross-ties on a rail-raod, or stars in the sky.
Come all ye young maidens, come listen to me,
Don't place your affections on a green willow tree.
For the leaves they will wither,the roots they will die,
And you'll be foresaken, and you'll never know why.
ON TOP OF SPAGHETTI
On top of spaghetti, all covered with cheese
I lost my poor meatball, when somebody sneezed
It rolled off the table and on to the floor
And then my poor meatball rolled out of the door
It rolled in the garden and under a bush
And then my poor meatball was nothing but moosh
The moosh was as tasty, as tasty can be
And early next summer, it grew into a tree
The tree was all covered in beautiful moss
It grew lovely meatballs, in tomato sauce
So if you have spaghetti, all covered with cheese
Hang on to your meatball, and don't ever sneeze.
PACK UP YOUR TROUBLES
Pack up your troubles in your old kit bag and smile, smile, smile;
While you've a lucifer to light your fag, smile boys,
that's the style;
What's the use of worrying? It never was worthwhile,
So pack up your troubles in your old kit bag
and smile, smile, smile.
PEARLY SHELLS
Pearly shells from the ocean
Shining in the sun, covering the shore
When I see them, my heart tells me
That I love you more than
All those little pearly shells
For every grain of sand upon the beach
I`ve got a kiss for you
And I've got more left over for
Each star that twinkles in the blue
Pearly shells from the ocean ........
POLLY PERKINS
I'm a broken heated milkman, in grief I'm arrayed,
Through the keeping of the company of a young servant maid,
What lived on board and wages the house to keep clean
In a gentleman's family near Paddington Green.
Oh, she was beautiful as a butterfly
and proud as a queen
Was pretty little Polly Perkins
Of Paddington Green.
When I'd rattle in the morning and shout "Milk below"
To the sound of my milk-cans her face she would show,
With a smile upon her countenance and a laugh in her eye,
If I'd thought she'd have loved me I'd have laid me down to die.
When I asked her to marry me she said, "Oh, what stuff!"
And told me for to hop it, for she'd had quite enough
Of my nonsense - at the same time I'd been very kind,
But to marry a milkman she didn't feel inclined.
Now the words she uttered went straight through my heart,
I sobbed and I sighed and I straight did depart;
With a tear on my eyelid as big as a bean,
Bidding goodbye to Polly and Paddington Green.
Now in six months she married, this hard-hearted girl
And it was not a Wi-count, and it was not a Hearl,
And it was not a Baronite, but a shade or two wuss,
'Twas the bow legged conductor of a twopenny bus.
PUFF THE MAGIC DRAGON
Puff the magic dragon, lived by the sea
and frolicked in the Autumn mist in a land called Honner Lee
Little Jackie Papers, loved that rascal Puff
And brought him strings and sealing wax and other fancy stuff.
Together they would travel on a boat with billowed sail,
And Jackie kept a look-out perch on Puff's gigantic tail.
Noble kings and princes would bow when ere they came,
Pirate ships would lower their flags, when Puff roared out his name.
A dragon lives forever, but not so little boys.
Painted wings and giant rings make way for other toys.
One grey day it happened, Jackie Papers came no more,
And Puff that mighty dragon, he ceased his fearless roar.
His head was bent in sorrow, green scales fell down like rain,
Puff no longer went to play along the cherry lane.
Without his life-long friend, Puff could not be brave,
So Puff that mighty dragon, sadly slipped into his cave.
PUT ANOTHER LOG ON THE FIRE
Put another log on the fire,
Cook me up some bacon and some beans;
And go out to the car and change the tyre,
Wash my socks and sew my old blue jeans.
Come on, baby, you can fill my pipe, and then go fetch my slippers
And boil me up another pot of tea;
Then put another log on the fire, babe,
And come and tell me why you're leavin' me.
Now don't I let you wash the car on Sunday?
Don't I warn you when you're gettin' fat?
Ain't I gonna take you fishin' with me some day?
Well, a man can't love a woman more than that.
Ain't I always nice to your kid sister?
Don't I take her drivin' ev'ry night?
So, come sit here at my feet, 'cause I like you when you're sweet,
And you know it ain't feminine to fight.
PUT YOUR ARMS AROUND ME HONEY
Put your arms around me honey, hold me tight,
Huddle up and cuddle up with all your might,
Oh Oh Won't you roll those eyes,
Eyes that I just idolize,
When they look at me, my heart begins to float,
Then it starts a rockin' like a motor boat,
Oh Oh I never knew any girl like you.
QUARTERMASTER'S STORE
There were flies, flies, walking on the pies
In the store, in the store,
There were filies, flies, walking on the pies
In the Quartermaster's store
CHORUS My eyes are dim, I cannot see
I have not brought my specs with me
I have not brought my specs with me
RED RIVER VALLEY
From this valley they say you are going,
We will miss your bright eyes and sweet smile,
For they say you are taking the sunshine
Which has brightened our pathway a while.
Come sit by my side if you love me;
Do not hasten to bid me adieu,
But remember the Red River Valley,
And the girl that has loved you so true.
Won't you think of the valley you're leaving?
Oh how lonely: how sad it will be,
Oh, think of the fond heart you're breaking
And the grief you are causing to me.
From this valley they say you are going;
When you go may your darling go, too?
Would you leave her behind unprotected,
When she loves no other but you?
As you go to your home by the ocena,
May you never forget those sweet hours,
That we spent in the Red River Valley,
And the love we exchanged 'mid the flowers.
ROAD TO GUNDAGAI
There's a scene that lingers in my memory
Of an old bush home and friends I long to see
That's why I am yearning
Just to be returning
Along the road to Gundagai
There's a track winding back
To an old-fashioned shack
Along the road to Gundagai
Where the blue gums are growing
And the Murrumbidgees flowing
Beneath that sunny sky
Where daddy and mother
Are waiting for me
And the pals of my childhood
Once more I will see
Then no more will I roam
When I'm heading right for home
Along the road to Gundagai
When I get back there I'll be a kid again
Oh! I'll never have a thought of grief or pain
Once more I'll be playing
Where the gums are swaying
Along the road to Gundagai
THE OLD FASHIONED FORD
There's an old fashioned Ford
Made of rubber, tin and board
Along the road to Gundagai
Spark plugs are missing
The radiators hissing
The water tank is running dry
Theres water in the petrol
And sand in the gears
It hasn't seen a garage
In over 40 years
Then no more will I roar
When the pedal hits the floor
Along the road to Gundagai.
ROCK MY SOUL
Rock my soul in the bosom of Abraham,
Rock my soul in the bosom of Abraham,
Rock my soul in the bosom of Abraham,
Oh rock - a my soul.
So high, can't get over it,
so low can't get under it,
so wide, can't get round it,
Oh rock my soul.
ROAMIN' IN THE GLOAMIN'
Roamin' in the gloamin' on the bonnie banks of Clyde,
Roamin' in the gloamin' wae a lassie by my side,
When the sun has gone to rest,
Thats the time that I love best,
Oh, it's lovely roamin' in the gloamin'.
ROLL A SILVER DOLLAR
RUM BY GUM
Away, away with rum by gum,
Rum, by gum, rum by gum
Away, away with rum by gum,
The song of the Temperance Union.
We're cominmg, we're coming, our brave little band,
On the right side of Temperance we do take our stand
We don't like tobacco because we do think,
That people who smoke it are likely to drink,
Oh we don't eat biscuits 'cause biscuits have yeast
And one little taste turns a man to a beast,
And can you imagine a sadder disgrace
Than a man in the gutter with crumbs on his face?
Oh we don't eat fruitcake 'cause fruitcake has rum
And one little bite turns a man to a bum,
And can you imagine a sorrier sight,
Than a man eating fruitcake until he gets tight?
Oh we don't like Tooheys, 'cause Tooheys make a beer,
And how can we stand that foul stench in the air?
From half a mile off you must be on your guard,
'Cause a man can get drunk just by breathing too hard.
We don't allow backrubs, we think they're a crime,
We always condemn them in verse and in rhyme.
And alcohol backrub is worse than straight gin:
Just think of the liquor absorbed through your skin.
RYEBUCK SHEARER
I come from the south and my name is Field
And when my shears are properly steeled,
A hundred and odd I have very often peeled,
And of course I'm a ryebuck shearer.
If I don't shear a tally before I go,
My shears and stone in the river I'll throw
I'll never open Sawbees to take another blow
And prove I'm a ryebuck shearer.
There's a bloke on the board and I heard him say
That I couldn't shear a hundred sheep a day
But some fine day I'll show him the way,
And prove I'm a ryebuck shearer.
There's a bloke on the board and he's got a
yellow skin,
A very long nose and he shaves on the chin
And a voice like a billy-goat dancing on a tin,
And of course he's a ryebuck shearer.
SADIE, THE CLEANING LADY
Sadie, the cleaning lady,
With trusted scrubbing brush and pail of water,
Worked her fingers to the bone for the lad she had at home,
Providing at the same time for her daughter.
Oh Sadie, the cleaning lady,
Her aching knees aren't getting any younger,
Well, her red detergent hands had for years not held a man's,
And time would find her heart expired of hunger.
Scrub your floors, do your chores, dear old Sadie,
Looks as though you'll always be a cleaning lady,
Can't afford to get hored, dear old Sadie,
Looks as though you'll always be a cleaning lady,
Oh Sadie, the cleaning lady,
Her female mind would find a way of trapping,
Though as gentle as a lamb, Sam the elevator man,
So she could spend the night by T.V. napping.
Verse 2 then Chorus Oh Sadie, the cleaning lady,
Her Sam, was what she got, hook, line and sinker,
To her sorrow and dismay,she's still working to this day,
Her Sam turned out to be a no-good stinker.
SAILING
I am sailing, I am sailing, home again, across the sea
I am sailing, stormy waters, to be with you, to be free
I am flying, I am flying, like a bird, across the sky
I am flying, passing high clouds, to be with you, to be free
Can you hear me, can you hear me, thru the dark night far away
I am dying, forever trying, to be with you, who can say
We are sailing, we are sailing, home again, across the sea
We are sailing, stormy waters, to be together, to be free
SCOTTISH SOLDIER
There was a soldier, a Scottish soldier,
Who wandered far away, and soldiered far away,
There was none bolder, with good broad shoulder.
He's fought in many a fray and fought and won.
He's seen the glory, and told the story
Of battles glorious, and deeds victorious,
But now he's sighing, his heart is crying,
To leave these green hills of Tyrol.
Because these 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'd 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, but Scottish hillside,
Not on these green hills of Tyrol.
And so 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'd told his story,
Of battles glorious, and deeds victorious,
The bugles cease now, he is at peace now,
Far from those green hills of Tyrol.
SEVEN OLD LADIES
Oh dear what can the matter be,
Seven old ladies were locked in the lavatory,
They were there from Sunday till Saturday,
And nobody knew they were there.
They said they were going to have tea with the vicar,
They went in together they ghought it was quicker,
But the lavatory door was a bit of a sticker,
and nobody knew they were there.
The first was the Bishop of Chichester's daughter,
She went in to pass some superfluous water,
She pulled on the chain and the rising tide caught her,
And nobody knew she was there.
The next old lady was old Mrs. Spender,
She was doing all right till her favourite suspender,
Got all twisted up in her feminine gender,
And nobody knew she was there.
The next old lady was Abigale Humphrey,
Settled inside to make herself comfy,
Then she found out she could not get her bum free,
And nobody knew she was there.
The next was an athletic lady named Myrtle,
Went over the top like a steeple chase turtle,
But her glasses got hooked in the stay of her girdle,
And nobody knew she was there.
SHE SAT BY THE WINDOW
She sat by the window and played her guitar, played her guitar, played her guitar,
She sat by the window and played her guitar, played her guitar-ar-ar-ar.
He sat down beside her and smoked his cigar ......
He told her he loved her, but oh how he lied ......
She told him she loved him but she did not lie .....
And when they were married some cooking she tried .....
The onions she boiled and the "tatas she fried .....
She got indigestion and poor thing she died .....
He went to the funeral, but just for the ride .....
He sat on her tombstone and laughed till he cried .....
She went to Heaven and flip, flop, she flied .....
He went to Hades and frizzled and fried .....
The moral of this song is don't tell a lie .....
SHENANDOAH
Oh, Shenandoah I long to see you,
Away you rolling river,
Oh, Shenandoah I long to hear you,
Away, I'm bound to go,
'cross the wide Missouri.
Oh, Shenandoah, I love your daughter,
Away you rolling river,
For her I've crossed the rolling water,
Away I'm bound to go
'cross the wide Missouri.
(similarly;)
'Tis seven long years since last I saw thee
'Tis seven long years since last I saw thee
Oh Shenandoah, I took a notion.
To said across the stormy ocean.
Farewell my dear, I'm bound to leave you,
Oh Shenandoah, I'll not deceive you.
Oh Shenandoah, I long to hear you,
Oh Shenandoah, I long to hear you.
SHE WAS POOR BUT SHE WAS HONEST
(Its the sime the 'ole world over)
She was poor, but she was honest,
Pure and unstyned was her nyme,
First 'e 'ad 'er then 'e left 'er
And the poor girl lorst 'er nyme.
It's the sime the 'ole world over,
It's the poor what tikes the blime;
It's the rich what gits the grivy,
Aynt it all a bleedin' shime?
Then she went to London city,
For to 'ide 'er 'orrid shime;
There she met another squire;
Once againe she lorst 'er nime.
Look at 'im wif all 'is 'orses,
Drinking champigne in 'is club,
While the victim of 'is passions
'Drinks 'er guinness in a pub.
'Ear 'im in the 'Ouse of Commons,
Mikin' laws to put down crime;
While the womyun that 'e ruined
'Ang 'er 'ead in wicked shime.
In their poor and 'umble dwelling,
Where 'er grievin' parents live;
Drinkin' champigne that she's sent 'em,
But they never can forgive.
In a rose-embowered cottage,
There was born a child in sin,
But the baby 'ad no father
So she gently did 'im in.
SHOW ME THE WAY TO GO HOME
Show me the way to go home
I'm tired and I want to go to bedf
I had a little drink about an hour ago
And it's gone right to me head.
No matter where I roam
On land or sea or foam
You can always hear me singing this song
Show me the way to go home.
SIDE BY SIDE
Oh we ain't got a barrel of money, Maybe we're ragged and funny,
But, we'll travel along, singing a song, Side by side.
Don't know what's coming tomorrow, Maybe it's touble and sorrow,
But we'll travel the road, sharing our load, Side by side.
Through all kinds of wather, What if the sky should fall,
Just aslong as we're together, It doesn't matter at all;
When they've had their quarrels and parted, We'll be the same as we started
Just travelling along, singing a song, Side by side.
SKYE BOAT SONG
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 on the shore,
Follow they will not dare.
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.
Many's the lad fought on that day,
Well the claymore could wield,
When the night came, silently lay
Dead on Culloden's field.
SO LONG IT'S BEEN GOOD TO KNOW YOU
I've sung this song but I'll sing it again'
Of the place that I lived on the wild windy plain
In the month of Apriul the country called Gray
Here's what all of the people there say!
"Well it's so long, it's been good to know you
So long, it's been good to know you
So long, it's been good to know you,
This duty old dust is a getting my home
And I've got to be drifting along."
Well the dust storm came, it came like thunder
It dusted us over, it covered us under
It blocked out the traffic, it blocked out the sun
And straight for home all the people did run.
Well the sweethearts they sat inthe darkand they sparked
They hugged and they kissed in the dusty old dark
They sighed, they cried, they hugged and they kissed
But instead of marriage, they were talking like this, honey.
SOMEWHERE MY LOVE
Somewhere my love there will be songs to sing
Although the snow covers the hope of spring
Somewhere a hill blossoms in green and gold
And there are dreams all that your heart can hold
Someday, we'll meet again my love
Someday, whenever the spring breaks through
You'll come to me out of the long ago
Warm as the wind soft as the kiss of snow
Till then my sweet, think of me now and then
God speed my love till you are mine again!
SONG SUNG BLUE
Song sung blue everybody knows one
Song sung blue everybody knows one
Me and you, are subject to
The blues now and then
But when you take the blues and make a song
You sing them out again
Song sung blue weeping like a willow
Song sung blue crying on my pillow
Funny thing, you can sing them
With a cry in your voice
Before you know it starts you feeling good
You've simply got no choice.
Song sung blue everybody knows one
Song sung blue everybody has one
Me and you are subject to
the blues now and then
But when you take the blues and put them in a song
You sing them out again, sing them out again.
Song sung blue, weeping like a willow
Song sung blue, crying on my pillow
Funny thing you can sing them
With a cry in your voice
Before you know it starts you feeling good
You've simply got no choice, got no choice.
Song sung blue, etc ....
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SOUNDS OF SILENCE
Hello darkness my old friend, I've come to talk to you again
For a vision softly creeping, left its seed while I was sleeping
And the vision that was planted in my brain, still remains,
within the sounds of silence.
In restless dreams I walked alone, thru' the streets of cobblestone
'Neath the halo of a street lamp I turned my collar to the cold and damp,
"Till my eyes were stabbed by the flash of a neon light, it split the night,
and touched the sounds of silence.
And in the naked light I saw ten thousand people, maybe more,
People talking without speaking, people listening without hearing,
People writing songs that voices never shared, no one dared,
disturb the sounds of silence.
Fools said you just do not know, silence like a cancer grows,
Take my arms that I might reach you, hear my voice that I might teach you
But my words like the silent raindrops fell, and echoed
in the wells of silence.
And the people bowed and prayed to the neon Gods they made,
And the sign sang out its warning, and words that it was forming
And the sign said "The words of the prophet are written on the subway walls,
and tenament halls - whispered within the sounds of silence."
STREETS OF LONDON
Have you seen the old man in the closed down market
Kicking upthe papers with his worn out shoes
In his eyes you see no pride, hand held loosely by his side
Yesterdays paper telling yesterday's news,
So how can you tell me you're lonely
And say for you that the sun don't shine
Let me take you by the hand
And lead you through the streets of London
I'll show you something
To make you change your mind.
Have you seen the old girl who walks the streets of London
Dirt in her hair and her clothes in rags
She's no time for talkin', she just keeps right on walkin'
Carrying her home in two carrier bags.
So how can you tell me you're lonely.....
In the all-night cafe at quarter past eleven
Same old sitting there on his own
Looking at the world over the rim of his teacup
Each tea lasts an hour then he wanders home alone
So how can you tell me you're lonely.....
Have you seen the old man outside the seamans mission
Memory fading with the medal ribbons he wears
In his own winter city the rain cries little pity
For one forgotten hero and a world that doesn't care
So how can you tell me you're lonely.....
SUMMERTIME
Summertime an' the livin' is easy,
Fish are jumpin' an'
the cotton is high,
Your Daddy’s rich an
your mummy’s good looking
So hush pretty Baby, don’t you cry
One of these mornin's
You goin' to rise-up singin',
Then you'll spread yo' wings an'
you'll take to the sky.
But till that mornin'
there's nothin' can harm you
With Daddy an' Mammy standing by.
SWANEE
Swanee, how I love you,
how I love you my dear old Swanee,
I'd give the world to be
Among the folks in D-I-X-I,
Even now my Mammy's waiting for me,
praying for me,
Down by the Swanee,
The folks up north will see me no more,
When I get to that Swanee shore.
SWEET VIOLETS
There once was a farmer who took a young miss back of the barn
Where he gave her a lecture on horses and chickens and eggs,
And told her that she had such beautiful manners
That suited a girl of her charms,
A girl that he wanted to take in his washing and ironing
And then if she did
They could get married and raise lots of sweet violets
Sweeter than the roses
Covered all over from head to toe, covered all over with sweet violets.
The girl told the farmer that he'd better stop and she called her father
and he called a taxi and got there before very long,
'Cause someone was doing his little girl right for a change
And so that's why he said; "If you marry her son
You're better off single 'cause it's always been my belief
Marriage will bring a man nothing but sweet violets
Sweeter than the roses,
Covered all over from head to toe, covered all over with sweet violets."
The farmer decided he'd wed anyway and started in planning
For his wedding suit which he purchased for only one buck,
But then he found out he was just out of money and so he got
Left in the lurch standing and waiting in front of the end
of this story which hust goes to show all a girl wants from a
Man is his sweet violets,
Sweeter than the roses,
Covered all over from head to toe, covered all over with sweet violets.
SWING LOW SWEET CHARIOT
:
Swing low, sweet chariot,
Comin' for to carry me home,
Swing low sweet chariot,
Comin' for to carry me home.
I looked over Jordan and what did
Comin' for to carry me home,
A band of angels comin' after me,
I see,
Comin' for to carry me home.
If you get there before I do,
Comin' for to carry me home,
Tell all my friends
I'm a-comin' too,
Comin' for to carry me home.
I'm sometimes up and sometimes
Comin' for to carry me home,
But still my soul feels heavenly
bound,
Comin' for to carry me home.
down,
TAKE ME HOME COUNTRY ROADS
Almost heaven West Virginia,
Blue Ridge Mtns, Shenandoah Rvr.
Life is old there, older than the trees,
Younger than the mountains,
Growin' like a breeze.
Country roads, take me home,
to the place I belong,
West Virginia, mountain momma,
Take me home, country roads
All my mem'ries gather 'round her,
Miner's lady, stranger to blue water
Dark and dusty, painted on the sky,
Misty taste of moonshine,
tear drop in my eye.
I hear her voice in the mornin' hour she calls me,
The radio reminds me of my home far away,
And drivin' down the raod I get a feeling
That I should have been home yesterday.
TAVERN IN THE TOWN
(repeat last phrase of each line)
There is a tavern in the town
And there my true love sits him down,
And drinks his wine 'mid laughter free,
And never, never thinks of me.
Chorus:
Fare thee well for I must leave thee,
Do not let the parting grieve thee,
And remember that the best of friends
must part, must part,
Adieu, adieu, kind friends adieu, adieu,
adieu,
I can no longer stay with you, stay with you
I'll hang my harp on a weeping willow tree,
And may the world go well with thee!
He left me for a damsel dark,
Each Friday night they used to spark,
And now my love once true to me,
Takes that dark damsel on his knee.
Oh dig my grave both wide and deep,
Put tombstones at my head and feet,
And on my breast carve a turtle dove,
To signify I died of love.
TEDDY BEARS' PICNIC
If you go down in the woods today
You're sure of a big surprise,
If you go down in the woods today
You'd better go in disguise,
For ev'ry Bear that ever there was
Will gather there for certain, because,
Today's the day the Teddy Bears have their Picnic.
Picnic time for Teddy Bears,
The little Teddy Bears are having a lovely time today.
Watch them, catch them unawares,
And see them picnic on their holiday.
See them gaily gad about,
They love to play and shout,
They never have any cares;
At six o'clock their Mummies and Daddies
will take them home to bed,
Because they're tired little Teddy Bears.
THE LAST FAREWELL
There's a ship lies rigged and ready in the harbour
Tomorrow for old England she sails.
Far away from your land of endless summer
To my land full of rainy days and gales.
And I shall be aboard her in the morning
Though my heart is full of tears at this farewell
For you are beautiful
And I have loved you dearly,
More dearly than the spoken word can tell
I hear there's a wicked war a'raging
And the taste of war I know so very well
Even now I see their foreign flags a'raising
Their guns on fire as they sail into hell.
I have no fear of death, it brings no sorrow
But how bitter will be this last farewell
For you are beautiful......
Though death and darkness gather all around me
And my ship be torn apart upon the sea
I shall smell again the fragrance of these islands
and the heaving waves that brought me once to thee.
And should I return safe home again to England
I shall watch the English mist roll through the dell
For you are beautiful......
THE OVERLANDER
There's a trade you all know well,
It's bringing cattle over,
On every track, to the Gulf and back,
Men know the Queensland drover.
Pass the bill round, boys
Don't let the pint-pot stand there
For tonight we'll drink the health
Of every overlander.
I came from the northern plains,
Where the girls and grass are scanty,
Where the creeks run dry or ten feet high,
And it's either drought or plenty.
There are men from every land,
From Spain and France and Flanders,
They're a well-mixed pack, both white & black,
The Queensland overlanders.
When we've earned a spree in town,
We live like pigs in clover
And the whole year's cheque pours down the neck,
Of many a Queensland drover.
As I pass along the roads,
The children raise my dander,
Crying "Mother, dear, take in the clothes,
Here comes an overlander.
Now I'm bound for home once more,
On a prad that's quite a goes:
I can find a job with a crawling mob,
On the banks of the Maranoa.
STREETS OF LONDON
Have you seen the old man in the closed down market
Kicking upthe papers with his worn out shoes
In his eyes you see no pride, hand held loosely by his side
Yesterdays paper telling yesterday's news,
So how can you tell me you're lonely
And say for you that the sun don't shine
Let me take you by the hand
And lead you through the streets of London
I'll show you something
To make you change your mind.
Have you seen the old girl who walks the streets of London
Dirt in her hair and her clothes in rags
She's no time for talkin', she just keeps right on walkin'
Carrying her home in two carrier bags.
So how can you tell me you're lonely.....
In the all-night cafe at quarter past eleven
Same old sitting there on his own
Looking at the world over the rim of his teacup
Each tea lasts an hour then he wanders home alone
So how can you tell me you're lonely.....
Have you seen the old man outside the seamans mission
Memory fading with the medal ribbons he wears
In his own winter city the rain cries little pity
For one forgotten hero and a world that doesn't care
So how can you tell me you're lonely.....
THE UNICORN
A long time ago when the earth was green
There were more kinds of animals than you've ever seen
And they'd run around free while the world was being born
And the loveliest of them all was the unicorn
Chorus: There were green alligators and long necked geese
Humped back camels and chimpanzees
Cats and rats and elephants but sure as you're born
The loveliest of all was the unicorn
But the Lord seen some sinnin' and it caused him pain
He said "stand back, I'm gonna make it rain
So hey, Brother Noah, I'll tell you what to do
Go and build me a floating zoo.
Chorus: And you take 2 alligators and a couple of geese
2 hump back camels and 2 chimpanzees
2 cats, 2 rats, 2 elephants but sure as you're born
Don't you forget my unicorn
Now Noah was there and he answered the callin'
And he finished up the ark as the rain started fallin'
Then he marched in the animals two by two
And he sang out as they went through
Chorus: Hey Lord I got you 2 alligators and a couple of geese
2 hump back camels and 2 chimpanzees
2 cats, 2 rats, 2 elephants but sure as you're born
Lord, I just don't see your unicorn
Well Noah looked out through the driving rain
But the unicorns were hiding and playing silly games
They were kicking and splashing while the rain was pourin'
Oh them foolish unicorns
Chorus: .....
Then the ducks started duckin' and the snakes started snakin'
The elephants started elephantin' and the boat started shakin'
The mice started squeaking and the lions started roarin'
And everyone's aboard but them unicorns
Chorus: I mean the 2 alligators and a couple of geese
The humped back camels and the chimpanzees
Noah cried "close the door coz the rain is pourin' in
And we just can't wait for them unicorns
And the ark started movin' and it drifted with the tide
And the unicorns looked up from the rock and cried
And the water came up and sort of floated them away
And that's why you've never seen a unicorn to this day
Chorus: You'll see a lot of alligators and whole lot of geese
You'll see humped back camels and chimpanzees
You'll see cats and rats and elephants, but sure as you're born
You're never gonna see no unicorn.
THERE'S A KIND OF HUSH
There's a kind of hush all over the world tonight,
All over the world you can hear the sounds of lovers in love,
You know what I mean Just the two of us and nobody else in sight
There's nobody else and I'm feeling good,
Just holding you tight So listern very varefully,
Closer now and you will see what I mean,
It isn't a dream,
The only sound that you will hear
Is when I whisper in your ear, "I love you, for ever and ever."
There's a kind of hush all over the world tonight,
All over the world people just like us are falling in love,
Yeah, they're falling in love.
THOSE WERE THE DAYS
Once upon a time there was a tavern,
Where we used to raise a glass or two,
Remember how we laughed away the hours,
Think of all the great things we would do.
Chorus: Those were the days my friend,
We thought they'd never end,
We'd sing and dance for ever and a day,
We'd live the life we'd choose,
We'd fight and never lose,
For we were young and so we had our way.
La la la la .....
Then as the years went drifting by us,
We lost our starry notions on the way,
Just by chance I'd see you in the tavern,
We'd smile at one another and we'd say .
Just tonight I stood beside the tavern
Nothing seemed the way it used to be
In the glass I saw a strange reflection
Was that lonely woman really me?
Through the door there came familiar laughter
I saw your face and heard you call my name
Now my friend we're older but not wiser
For in our hearts the dreams are still the same.
TIE A YELLOW RIBBON 'ROUND THE OLD OAK TREE
Um comin' home, I`ve done my time
Now I've got to know what is and isn't mine
If you received my letter
Telling you I`ll soon be free
Then you'll know just what to do
If you still want me
If you still want me
Chorus:
Well tie a yellow ribbon round the old oak tree
It`s been three long years
Do you still want me,
If I don`t see a yellow ribbon
`Round the old oak tree
I'll stay on the bus
Forget about us
Put the blame on me
If I don't see a yellow ribbon
'Round the old oak tree
'Round the old oak tree
Bus Driver please look for me
Cause I couldn`t bear to see what I might see
I'm really still in prison
And my love she holds the key
A simple yellow ribbon`s
What I need to set me free
I wrote and tole her please
Chorus ....
Now the whole damned bus is cheering
And I can`t believe I see
A hundred yellow ribbons
'Round the old oak tree
The old oak tree
I'm coming home
My love I'm home
TRY A LITTLE KINDNESS
If you see your brother standing by the road
With a heavy load from seeds he's sowed
And if you see your sister falling by the way
Just stop and say "You're goin' the wrong way"
You've got to try a little kindness;
Yeah, show a little kindness,
Just shine your light for everyone to see
And if you try a little kindness
Then you'll overlook the blindness
Of the narrow minded people
On their narrow minded treets.
Don't walk around the down and out
Lend a helping hand, instead of doubt
And the kindness that you show ev'ry day
Will help someone along their way
Yeah, show a little kindness, .....
TRY TO REMEMBER
Try to remember the kind of September
When life was slow and oh, so mellow,
Try to remember the kind of September
When grass was green and grain was yellow
Try to remember the kind of September
when you were a tender and callow fellow,
Try to remember and if you remember, then follow
Follow, follow, follow, follow, follow, follow
Try to remember when life was so tender
That no one wept except the willow
Try to remember when life was so tender
The dreams were kept beside your pillow
Try to remember when life was to tender
That love was an ember about to billow
Try to remember and if you remember then follow
Follow, follow, follow, follow, follow, follow
VIVE L'AMOUR
Let ev'ry good fellow now join in a song
Vive la compagnie
Success to each other and pass it along
Vive la compagnie!
Vive la vive la vive l'amour
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Vine la compagnie!
A friend on the left and a friend on the right
In joy and good fellowship let us unite
A right jully time we've had here and so
Let's spread the joy 'round us as homewards we go
Should time or occasion compel us to part
These days shall forever enliven the heart.
VINCENT
Starry, starry night, Paint your palette blue and grey
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul
Shadows on the hill, sketch the trees and the daffodils
Catch the breeze and the winter chills.
Chorus: Now I understand, what you tried to say to me
And how you suffered for your sanity
And how you tried to set them free
They wouldn't listen they did not know how
Perhaps they'll listen now.
Starry, starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze
Swirling clouds in voilet haze, reflect in Vincent's eyes of China blue
Colours changing you, morning fields of amber grey
Weathered faces lined-in pain, and soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
Then when no hope was left in sight, on that starry, starry night
You took your life as lovers often do, But I could have told you Vincent
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
Starry, starry night, portraits hung in empty halls
Frameless heads on nameless walls, with eyes that watch the world and can't
forget, Like the strangers that you've met
The ragged men in ragged clothes, the silver thorn of bloody rose
Lie crushed and broken on the Virgin slope, Now I think I know
What you tried to say to me, And how you suffered for your sanity
And how you tried to set them free, They would not listen,
They're not listening still, Perhaps they never will.
WALKING MY BABY BACK HOME
WALK RIGHT IN
Walk right in, sit right down, Daddy let your mind roll on
Walk right in, sit right down, Daddy let your mind roll on
Everybody's talkin' 'bout a new way o' walkin'
Do you wanta lose your mind
Walk right in, sit right down, Daddy let your mind roll on
Walk right in, sit right down, Baby let your hair hang down
Walk right in, sit right down, Baby let your hair hang down
Everybody's talkin' 'bout a new way o' walking
Chorus ...
Do you wanta lose your mind
Walk right in, sit right down, Baby let your hair hang down
WANDERIN' STAR
I was born under a wanderin' star, I was born under a wanderin' star
Wheels are made for rollin', muls are made to pack,
I never seen a sight that didn't look better lookin' back,
I was born under a wanderin' star.
Mud can make you prisoner and the plains can make you dry,
Snow can burn your eyes, but only people make you cry.
Home is made for comin' from, for dreams of goin' to
Which, with any luck will never come true.
I was born under a wanderin' star, I was born under a wanderin' star,
Do I know where hell is? Hell is in hello
Heaven is goodbye forever, it's time for me to go.
When I get to heaven , tie me to a tree,
Or I'll begin to roam, and you know where I will be.
I was born under a wanderin' star. A wanderin', wanderin" star.
THE WAYWARD WIND
Chorus: Oh the wayward wind is a restless wind,
A restless wind, that yearns to wander,
And I was born, the next of kin,
The next of kin, to the wayward wind.
In a lonely shack by a railroad track,
I spent my younger days,
And the lonely sound of the outward bound
Made me a slave to my wanderin' ways.
Oh I met a girl in a border town,
I vowed we'd never part,
Though I tried my best to settle down,
She's now alone with a broken heart.
WAITING AT THE CHURCH
WE SHALL OVERCOME
We shall overcome, we shall overcome
We shall overcome some day;
Oh deep in my heart I do believe,
That we shall overcome some day.
We'll walk hand in hand ...
We shall fight no more ...
We will all as brother ...
Black and white as one ...
We shall overcome ...
WHEN I'M SIXTY FOUR
When I get older, losing my hair, Many years from now
Will you still be sending me a Valentine, Birthday greeting, bottle of wine?
If I'd been out till quarter to three, would you lock the door?
Will you still need me, will you still feed me, when I'm sixty-four?
You'd be older too .... Ah .....
And if you say the word, I could stay with you.
I could be handy mending a fuse, when your lights have gone
You can knit a sweater by the fire-side, Sunday mornings go for a ride
Doing the garden, digging the weeds, Who could ask for more?
Will you still need me, will you still feed me, When I'm sixty-four?
Every summer we can rent a cottage on the Isle of Wight
If it's not too dear
We shall scrimp and save .... Ah ...
Grandchildren on your knee
Vera, Chuck and Dave.
Send me a postcard, drop me a line Stating point of view
Indicate precisely what you mean to say Yours sincerely wasting away
Give me your answer, fill in a form, Mine for evermore
Will you still need me, will you still feed me, When I'm sixty-four?
WHEN IRISH EYES ARE SMILING
When Irish eyes are smiling,
Sure it's like a morn in spring,
In the lilt of Irish laughter,
you can hear the angels sing,
When Irish eyes are happy,
All the world seems bright and gay,
And when Irish eyes are smiling,
Sure they steal your heart away.
WHEN THE SAINTS GO MARCHING IN
We are travelling in the footsteps
Of those who've gone before,
And we'll all be re-united
On that far and distant shore.
O when the saints go marching in,
O when the saints go marching in,
O Lord, I want to be in that number,
When the saits go marching in.
O when the sun begins to shine, ...
O when the trumpet sounds recall, ...
Some say this world of trouble
Is the only one we need,
But I'm waiting for that moment
When the new world is revealed.
O when the saints go marching in, ...
WHERE DO YOU GO TO MY LOVELY
WHERE HAVE ALL THE FLOWERS GONE
Where have all the flowers gone,
long time passing?
Where have all the flowers gone,
long time ago?
Where have all the flowers gone?
Young girls picked them every one,
When will they ever learn,
when will they ever learn?
Where have all the young girls gone,
long time passing?
Where have all the young girls gone,
long time ago?
Where have all the young girls gone?
gone to young men every one,
When will they ever learn,
when will they ever learn?
Where have all the young men gone,
long time passing?
Where have all the young men gone,
long time ago?
Where have all the young men gone?
they are all in uniform
When will they ever learn,
when will they ever learn?
Where have all the soldiers gone,
long time passing?
Where have all the soldiers gone,
long time ago?
Where have all the soldiers gone?
gone to graveyards everyone,
When will they ever learn,
when will they ever learn?
Where have all the flowers gone,
long time passing?
Where have all the flowers gone,
long time ago?
Where have all the flowers gone?
Young girls picked them every one,
When will they ever learn,
when will they ever learn?
WHILE THE BILLY BOILS
Come and sit beneath the bluegums
While the billy boils
Shaded by the old and new gums
While the billy boils
And tell your story of your youth
Of love and joy or tears
Let your memories gently fill the years
A timeless feeling There's the scent of gumleaves burning
While the billy boils
Wood to ash to earth returning
While the billy boils
So shed your worries with your swag
Forget your cares and toils
And come and join us
While the billy boils
Come and sit beneath the bluegums
While the billy boils
Shaded by the old and new gums
While the billy boils
And tell your story as you will
Of love and joy and tears
Let your memories gently fill the years
A timeless feeling.
WILD COLONIAL BOY
There was a wild colonial boy, Jack Doolan was his name,
Of poor but honest parents, he was born in Castlemaine.
He was his father's only hope, his mother's only joy,
The pride of both his parents was the wild colonial boy.
He was barely sixteen years of age when he left his father's home,
And through Australia's sunny clime as a bushranger did roam,
He robbed those wealthy squatters, their stock he did destroy,
And a terror to Australia was the wild colonial boy.
In '61 this daring youth commenced his wild career,
With a heart that knew no danger, no foeman did he fear,
He held the Beechworth Mail coach up and robbed Judge Macoboy,
Who trembled and gave up his gold to the wild colonial boy.
He bade the judge "Good Morning" and told him to beware,
For he'd never rob a jhearty judge that acted on the square,
But not to rob a mother of her son and only joy,
Or you'll breed a race of outlaws, like the wild colonial boy.
One day as he was riding the mountain-side along,
A-listening to the little birds, their pleasant laughing song,
Three mounted troopers came in sight, Kelly, Davis and Fitzroy,
They thought that they would capture him, the wild colonial boy.
"Surrender now, Jack Doolan, you see we're three to one,
Surrender now, Jack Doolan, you daring highwayman."
He drew a pistol from his belt, and shook it like a toy,
"I'll fight but not surrender," said the wild colonial boy.
He fired at trooper Kelly, and brought him to the ground,
And in return from Davis, received a mortal wound,
All shattered through the jaws he lay, still firing at fitzroy,
And that's the way they captured him, the wild colonial boy.
WILD ROVER NO MORE
I've been a wild rover this many a year,
And I've spent all my money on whisky and beer;
But now I'm returning with gold in great store,
And I never shall play the wild rover no more.
Chorus: No! No! never; never no more;
I never shall play the wild rover no more!
I dropped into a shanty I used to frequent,
And I told the landlady my money was spent;
I asked her for credit, she answered me "Nay!
Such custom as yours, I can get any day." So it's ...
Then I drew from my pocket ten sovereigns bright,
And the landlady's eyes opened wide with delight;
She said, "I have whiskey and wines of the best,
And the words that I told you were only in jest." But it's ...
I'll go home to my parents; confess what I've done;
And I'll ask them to pardon their prodigal son;
And if they will do so, as often before,
Then I never shall play the wild rover no more. For it's ...
WITH MY SWAG ALL ON MY SHOULDER
When first we left old England's shore
Such yarns that we were told
How the folks in far Australia
Could pick up lumps of gold.
So when we got to Melbourne town
We were ready soon to slip
To get even with the Captain
We scuttled from the ship.
With a swag all on my shoulder
Black billy in my hand
I'll travel the bush of Australia
Like a true born native man.
We steered our course to Portland town
Then north west to Ballarat
Where some of us got mighty thin
And some got sleek and fat
Some tried their luck at Bendigo
And some at Firey Creek
I made a fortune in a day
And spent it in a week.
Now round the tucker tracks I tramp
Nor leave them out of sight
My swag on my left shoulder
And then upon my right
And then I take it on my back
And oft upon it lie
These are the best of tucker tracks
And I'll stay here 'till I die.
WOAD (Men of Harlech)
What's the good of wearing braces,
Vests and pants and boots with laces,
Spats or hats you buy in places
Down in Brompton Road?
What's the use of shirts of cotton,
Studs that always get forgotten?
These affairs are simply rotten:
Better far is WOAD
WOAD's the stuff to show men:
WOAD to scare your foemen:
Boil it to a brilliant hue
And rub it on your back and your abdomen.
Ancient Briton, never hit on
Anything as good as WOAD to fit on
Neck or knees, or where you sit on.
Tailors, you be blowed.
Roman, keep your armours;
Saxon, your pyjamas:
Hairy coats were meant for goats,
Gorillas, yaks, retriever dogs and llamas.
Tramp up Snowdon with your WOAD on:
Never mind if you get rained or blowed on.
Never need a button sewed on
Go it, Ancient B's
WOODEN HEART
Can't you see I love you, Please don't break my heart in two,
That's not hard to do, 'Cause I don't have a wooden heart.
And if you say goodbye, Then I know I would cry,
Maybe I would die, 'Cause I don't have a wooden heart.
There's no strings upon this heart of mine,
It was always you from the start.
Treat me nice, treat me good, Treat me like you really should,
'Cause my heart's not made of wood, And I don't have a wooden heart.
WORLD OF OUR OWN
Close the door, light the light,
We're staying home tonight
Far away from the bustle
And the bright city lights
Let them all fade away
Just leave us alone
And we'll live in a world of our own
We'll build a world of our own that no one wlse can share
All our sorrows we'll leave far behind us there
And I know you will find there'll be peace of mind
When we live in a world of our own
Oh my love, oh my love
I cried for you so much
Lonely nights without sleeping
While I longed for your touch
Now your lips can erase
The heartache I've known
Come with me to a world of our own.
WOULDN'T IT BE LOVERLY
All I want is to go South West, That's the country that I like best
Then come home for a rest, Oh, wouldn't it be loverly!
Lots of dehyd. for me to eat, lots of snow and lots of sleet,
Cold hands, cold face, cold feet, oh, wouldn't it be loverly!
Oh, so loverly sitting abso-blooming-lutely still,
Tent-bounsd while the wind blows round all over the flaming hill.
Lots of leeches to suck my blood, lots of slush and lots of mud,
And every river's in flood, Oh, wouldn't it be loverly!
YELLOW SUBMARINE
In the town where I was born
Lived a man who sailed the sea
And he hold us of his life
In the land of submarines
So we sailed on to the sun
Till we found the sea of green
And we lived beneath the waves
In our yellow submarine
We all live in a yellow submarine
A yellow submarine, a yellow submarine
We all live in a yellow submarine
A yellow submarine, a yellow submarine
And our friends are all aboard
Many more of them live next door
And the band begins to play
In our yellow submarine
As we live a life of ease
Every one of us has all we need
Sky of blue and sea of green
In our yellow submarmine.
YER LOSIN' EM
I got at invite to a do,
A really fancy ball,
So I got myself a new dress suit
Top hat, bow tie and all.
The bloody pants were far too big,
King Kong would fit them well,
So I hitched 'em up with a safety pin
My God I did look swell,
- But as I walked out on the street
I heard a school boy yell ...
Yer losin' 'em,
Yer losin' 'em
Hitch 'em up before they fall,
Who's are they? Are they your father's ?
They can't be yours at all.
I grabbed the schoolboy by the neck.
And I wrenched off his tie.
I tied the tie around me pants
Till they were high and dry.
I put me hands into me pockets
No harm in making sure,
But as I walked up to the hall
And shook hands at the door
A mighty choir of voices
Rose from the ballroom floor ...
YESTERDAY
Yesterday, all my troubles seemed so far away,
Now it looks as though they're here to stay
Oh, I believe in yesterday.
Suddenly; I'm not half the girl I used to be,
There's a shadow hanging over me.
Oh, yesterday came suddenly.
Why he had to go, I don't know, he wouldn't say.
I said something wrong, now I long for yesterday.
Yesterday; love was such an easy game to play,
Now I need a place to hide away,
Oh, I believe in yesterday.
YOU MADE ME LOVE YOU
You made me love you,
I didn't want to do it,
I didn't want to do it,
You made me want you,
And all the time you knew it,
I guess you always knew it.
You made me happy sometimes you made me glad,
But there were times, dear,
You made me feel so bad.
You made me sigh for
I didn't want to tell you
I didn't want to tell you
I want some love that's true,
Yes I do, 'deed I do, you know I do.
Give me, give me, what I cry for,
You know you've got the brand of
kisses that I'd die for,
You know you made me love you.