Alice
Battle Cry of Freedom (also see It Ain't Gonna Rain No More)
Bicycle Built for Two
Camptown Races
Car, Car
Crawdad Song
Day - O
Down by the Riverside
The Drool Song
Dusty Road
Five Hundred Miles
Follow me, Boys!
Frog Went A-Courtin'
Garbage Man's Daughter
Granny's In the Cellar
Hail Hail
The Happy Wanderer
Hello! Hello!
I Ain't A Gonna Grieve My Lord No More
I'd Like to Theach the World to Sing
If I Had a Hammer
It Ain't Gonna Rain No More (also see Battle Cty of Freedom)
MacTacish is Dead
Mama Don't Allow
Nursery Rhyme Song (also see WHOA AINT THAT FUNKY NOW!)
Polly Wolly Doodle
Puff the Magic Dragon
Rise and Shine
Rock-A-My Soul
This Old Man
This Train
Three Blind Mice
Waltzing Matilda
We'r Glad You Brought us Here.
Alice, where art thou going?
Upstairs to take a bath.
Alice, whth legs like toothpicks,
And a neck liek a giraff.
Alice stepped in the bathtub,
And pulled out the plug,
Oh my Goodness, Oh my Soul,
Alice, where art thou going?
Glub, glub, glub.
| CH: | Hurrah for Mary! Hurrah for the Lamb! |
| Hurrah for the teacher, who couldn/t give a particle, | |
| If all the Scouts at Pico Blanco went marching into Camp, | |
| Shouting out the battle cry of freedom! | |
| 1. | Mary had a little lamb, it's fleece as white as snow. |
| Shouting out the battle cry of freedom. | |
| Everywhere that mary went, the lamb was sure to go. | |
| Shouting out the battle cry of freedom. | |
| 2. | Mary had a little lamb, its foot was black as soot. ... |
| And everywhere that Mary went, that sooty foot he put. ... | |
| 3. | Mary had a little lamb, she tied it to a heather. ... |
| And everytime it turned around, I burned it's little setter. ... | |
| 4. | Mary had a little lamb, she put it in a closet. ... |
| And everytime she let it out, it made a little deposit. ... | |
| 5. | Mary had a little lamd, she fed it very well. ... |
| One day she fed it dynamite and blew it all to pieces. ... | |
| 6. | Mary had a little lamb, she fed it castor oil. ... |
| And everytime it jumped the fence, it fertilized the soil. ... | |
| 7. | Mary had a little lamb, her father shot it dead. ... |
| Now she takes her lamb to school, between two hunks of bread. ... | |
| 8. | Mary had a little lamb, she put it on a shelf. ... |
| And everytime it wagged its tail, it spanked its little self. ... | |
| 9. | Mary had a little lamb, you've heard this tale before. ... |
| But have you heard she passed the plate, and had a little more. ... | |
| 10. | Mary had a steam boat, and the steamboat had a bell. ... |
| Mary went to heaven, and the steamboat went Toot! Toot! ... | |
| 11. | Mary had a little lamb, the doctor was surprised. ... |
| When old McDonald had a farm, the doctor nearly died. ... | |
| 12. | Mary had a sports car, and it was painted red. ... |
| Everywhere that Mary went, the cops picked up the dead. ... | |
| 13. | Mary had a little lamb, she also had a bear. ... |
| I've often seen her little bamb, I've never seen her bare. ... | |
| 14. | I eat my peas with honey, I've done it all my life. ... |
| It makes my peas taste funny, but it keeps them on my knife. ... |
Daisy, Daisy, give me your answer true.
I'm half crazy, o for the love of you.
It won't be a stylish marriage,
I can't afford a carriage,
But you'll look sweet, upon the seat,
Of a bicycle fuilt for two.
Davey, Davey, here is your answer true.
I'm not crazy, O for the love of you.
It must be a stylish marriage,
You must afford a carriage!
For I'll be slammed, if I'll be crammed,
On a bicycle built for two.
| 1. | The Camptown ladies sing ths song: |
| Doo-dah! Doo-dah! | |
| Camptown racetrack's five niles long. | |
| Oh! Doo-dah day! | |
| I came down there with my hat caved in. | |
| Doo-dah! Doo-dah! | |
| I went back home with a pocket full of tin. | |
| Oh! Doo-dah day! | |
| CH: | Going to run all night! |
| Going to run all day! | |
| I'll bet my money on the bobtail nag - | |
| Somebody bet on the bay. | |
| 2. | The long-tail filly and the big black horse ... |
| They fly the track and they both cut across ... | |
| The blind horse wallowed in a big mud hole ... | |
| Can't touch bottom with a ten foot pole. ... | |
| 3. | Old muley cow came onto the track ... |
| The bobtail flung her over his back ... | |
| They flew along like a railroad car ... | |
| Running a race with a shooting star ... | |
| 4. | See them flying on a ten-mile heat ... |
| 'Round the racetrac, then repeat ... | |
| I won my money on the gbobtail nag ... | |
| I keep my money in an old tow bag ... |
| CH: | Take me for a ride in my car, car. |
| Take me for a ride in my car, car. | |
| Take me for a ride in my car, car. | |
| Ridin' in my car. | |
| 1. | Horn goes beep, beep. |
| Horn goes beep, beep. | |
| Horn goes beep, beep. | |
| Ridin' in my car. | |
| 2. | Engine goes vroom, vroom. ... |
| 3. | Breaks go squeek, squeek. ... |
| 4. | Bumper goes crunch, crunch. ... |
| 5. | Windshield wippers go back and forth. ... |
| 6. | Passengers go Aaaahhh! Aaaahhh! ... |
| CH: | You get a line, I'll get a pole, Honey, Honey, |
| You get a line, I'll get a pole, Babe, Babe. | |
| You get a line, I'll get a pole, | |
| We'll all go fishin' at the crawdad hole | |
| Honey, sugar baby, mine. |
| 1. | Watch ya gonna do when the cread runs dry, Honey, Honey, |
| Sit on the bank and watch crawdads die | |
| 2. | Here comes a man with a snack on his back, Honey, Honey, |
| Look at all the crawdads he can pack | |
| 3. | I'm sellin' crawdads 3 for a dime, Honey, Honey, |
| I'll bet yours aren't as good as mine | |
| 4. | Get up old man, you slept too late, Honey, Honey, |
| I done ate the last crawdad on your plate | |
| 5. | Crawdad, crawdad, a-feeling fine, Honey, Honey, |
| Two for a nickel and three for a dime | |
| 6. | I'm going down to the crawdad boat, Honey, Honey, |
| Catch all the crawdads I can tote | |
| 7. | Little duck said to a drake, Honey, Honey, |
| There ain't no crawdads in this lake | |
| 8. | Man fall down and bust his sack, Honey, Honey, |
| See them crawdads backin' back | |
| 9. | Stood on a hill 'til my feet got cold, Honey, Honey, |
| Looking down in a crawdad's hole | |
| 10. | Old crawdad you better dig deep, Honey, Honey, |
| 'Cause I'm gonna ramble in my sleep | |
| 11. | Sitting on the bank, feet got hot, Honey, Honey, |
| Watching that crawdad rack ant trot | |
| 12. | Put your hand on your hip, let your mind roll by, Honey, Honey, |
| 'Cause your body gotta swivel when you come to die | |
| 13. | Sitting on the ice, feet got cold, Honey, Honey, |
| Watching that crawdad dig his hole | |
| 14. | get up old man, you slept too late, Honey, Honey, |
| Ther crawdad done passed your gate |
| CH: | Day-o, day-o, |
| Dalight come - and I wanna go home. | |
| Day-o, day-o, | |
| Dalight come - and I wanna go home. | |
| 1. | Work all night on the steaming river, |
| Daylight come and I wanna go home. | |
| Work so hard it make me shiver. | |
| Daylight come and I wanna go home. | |
| 2. | Load bananas bunch by bunch, |
| Daylight come and I wanna go home. | |
| Skipped my supper, lost my lunch. | |
| Daylight come and I wanna go home. | |
| 3. | Come Me. Tallyman, tally me bananas, |
| Daylight come and I wanna go home. | |
| Come Me. Tallyman, tally me bananas, | |
| Daylight come and I wanna go home. | |
| 4. | When morning comes my work is done, |
| Daylight come and I wanna go home. | |
| Sleep all day 'til the setting sun. | |
| Daylight come and I wanna go home. | |
| 5. | Kissed my wift 'bout a quarter to eight, |
| Daylight come and I wanna go home. | |
| Bak on the river - can't be late. | |
| Daylight come and I wanna go home. |
| 1. | Gonna lay down my burden, Down by the riverside, |
| Down by the riverside, Down by the riverside, | |
| Gonna lay down my burden, Down by the riverside, | |
| Down by the riverside. | |
| CH: | Ain't gonna study war no more, Ain't gonna study war no more, |
| Ain't gonna study war no more. | |
| Ain't gonna study war no more, Ain't gonna study war no more, | |
| Ain't gonna study war no more. | |
| 2. | Gonna put down my sword and shield, ... |
| 3. | Gonna put on my long white robe, ... |
| 4. | Gonna climb upon that mountain, ... |
| 5. | Gonna climb the road to Heaven, ... |
Just plant a watermelon seed upon my grave,
And let the juice run through,
Just plant a watermelon seed upon my grace,
That's all I ask of you.
Chicken and 'possums are might fine,
But there ain't no taste like a watermelon ring.
Just plant a watermelon seed upon my grave,
And let the juice run through.
| 1. | Almost heaven, Pico Blanco, Launtz Ridge Mountain, Little Sur River. |
| Life is old there, older than the redworrds, younger than Mount Pice, | |
| Growin' like a breeze. | |
| CH: | Dusty road, take me home, to the place where I belong; |
| Pico Blanco Scout Reservation, take me home, | |
| Palo Colorado Canyon Road. | |
| 2. | All the Whammies, gather 'round her, doctor's daughter, |
| Stranger to green water. Dark and dusty, spin-art on the sky. | |
| Miss the taste of bug juice, moon-pie in my eye. | |
| 3. | I hear her voice in the mornin' hours she calle me. (LARS!) |
| The generator reminds me of my tent far away, | |
| And drivin' down that windy road I get a feelin' I should have | |
| used the KYBO yesterday. Yesterday! |
| 1. | If you miss the train I'm on, you will know that I am gone, |
| You can hear the wistle blow a hundred miles. | |
| A hundred miles, a hundred miles, a hundred miles, a hundred miles, | |
| You can hear the wistle blow a hundred miles. | |
| 2. | 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. | |
| Away from home, away from home, away from home, away from home, | |
| Lord, I'm five hundred miles from my home. | |
| 3. | Not a shirt on my back, not a penny to my name, |
| Lord, I can't go back home this away. | |
| This away, this away, this away, this away, | |
| Lord, I can't go back home this away. |
| 1. | There's a job to do, there's a fight to win; |
| Follow me, boys, follow me! | |
| And it won't be done till we all pitch in. | |
| Lift your chin with a grin, and follow me! | |
| CH: | Follow me, boys, follow me! |
| When you think you're really beat, | |
| That's the time to lift your feet, | |
| And follow me, boys, follow me! | |
| Pick'em up, put 'em down and follow me! | |
| (Pick 'em up, put'em down, pick 'em up!) | |
| 2. | Tho' the journey's end is beyond our sight; |
| Follow me, boys, follow me! | |
| If we do our best, then we've all done right! | |
| Pack your load; hit the road, and follow me! |
Frog went a-coutrin' and he did ride, unh-hunh, unh-hunh
Frog went a-coutrin' and he did ride, unh-hunh,
Frog went a-coutrin' and he did ride,
Sword and a pistol by his side, unh-hunh, unh-hunh
Rode up to Miss Mousie's door, ...
He gave three raps and a very loud roar. ...
He said, "miss Mousie, are you with'in?" ...
"Yes, I just sat down to spin," ...
He went right in and took her on his knee, ...
Said, "Miss Mousie, will you marry me?" ...
Miss Mousie, seh said, "I can't answer that, ...
Until I see my Uncle Rat, ...
Uncle Rat's in London Town, ...
And I don't know when he'll be down. ...
Withoug my Uncle Rat's consent, ...
I wouldn't marry the President," ...
Uncle Rat came reding home, ...
"Who's been here since I've been gone?" ...
"A very worthy gentleman, ...
He said he'd marry me if he can," ...
The first came in was an old brown cow, ...
Tried to dance and didn't know how, ...
The next came in was an old grey mare, ...
Hip stuck out and shoulder bare, ...
The next came in was a little black dog, ...
Chased Mis Mousie in a hollow log, ...
The next came in was an old tom cat, ...
Swallowed Miss Mousie slick as a rat, ...
Mr. Frog he went down to the lake, ...
And there he was swallowed by a big black snake, ...
Big black snake he swam to the lane, ...
And there was killed by a big man, ...
The big man he went to France, ...
And that's the end of my romance, ...
So here's the end of one, two, three, ...
The snake, the frog and Miss Mousie, ...
There's bread and cheese upon the shelf, ...
If you want any, just help yourself.
| 1. | I'm in love with the garbage man's daughter, |
| Who lives down by the mill. | |
| I love the smell of her garbage, | |
| But her breath is sweeter still. | |
| CH: | Um slop slop. Um slop slop. Um slop slop. |
| 2. | Last night we strolled through the garbage, |
| Her greasy hand in mine, | |
| Her clammy lips on the back of my neck, | |
| Oh life is so divine. |
| 1. | Granny's in the cellar. |
| Oh brother can't you smell her? | |
| She's working at the greasy grimy stove. | |
| In her eye there is some matter, | |
| That keeps deippin' in the batter. | |
| And she whistles as the (sniff) runs down her nose. | |
| CH: | Down her nose. Down her nose. |
| And she whistles as the (sniff) runs down her nose. | |
| 2. | Auntie's in the attic, |
| A combin' out the static. | |
| In her haid there is a membrane, | |
| That keeps cloggin' up the sink drain. | |
| And she whistles as the (sniff) runs down her nose. |
Hail! Hail!, the gang's all here,
Never mind the weather, here we are together.
Hail! Hail!, the gang's all here,
So let the fun begin right now.
| 1. | I love to go a wandering, along the mountain track, |
| And as I go, I love to sing, My knapsack on my back. | |
| CH: | Valderi, - Valdera, - Valderi, - Valdera ha ha ha ha ha |
| Valderi, - Valdera, My knapsack on my back. (Last line inserted) | |
| 2. | I love to wander by the stream, that dances in the sun. |
| So joyously it calls to me, "Come! Join my happy song!" | |
| 3. | I tip my hat to all I meet, and they wave back to me, |
| And blackbirds call so loud and sweet From ev'ry green-wood tree. | |
| 4. | High overhead, the skylards wing, They never rest at home. |
| But just like me, they love to sing, As o'er the world we roam. | |
| 5. | Oh, ma I go a-wandering, until the day I die! |
| Oh, may I always laugh and sing, Beneath God's clear blue sky! |
Hello, Hello, Hello, Hello
We're glad to meet you,
We're glad to meet you,
Hello, Hello, Hello, Hello.
| 1. | If you get to heaven, | 8. | You can't get to heaven, | |
| Before I do, | If you've sinned all day, | |||
| Just bore a hole, | 'Cause if you've sinned all day, | |||
| And pull me through | You'll go the other way, | |||
| I ain't a gonna grieve my Lord no more. | I ain't a gonna grieve my Lord no more. | |||
| CH: | I ain't a gonna grieve my Lord no more. | 9. | You can't get to heaven, | |
| I ain't a gonna grieve my Lord no more. | If you've sinned all day, | |||
| I ain't a gonna grieve my Lord no more. | 'Cause if you've sinned all day, | |||
| I ain't a gonna grieve my Lord no more. | You'll go the other way, | |||
| I ain't a gonna grieve my Lord no more. | ||||
| 2. | Oh, the deacon went down, | 10. | You can't get to heaven, | |
| To the cellar to pray, | In a rocking chair, | |||
| But he fell asleep, | 'Cause the lord don't allow, | |||
| And he stayed all day. | No lazy folks there. | |||
| I ain't a gonna grieve my Lord no more. | I ain't a gonna grieve my Lord no more. | |||
| 3. | Oh, you can't get to heaven, | 11. | You can't get to heaven, | |
| In a motor boat, | With nickles in your jeans, | |||
| 'Cause a motor boat, | 'Cause the Lord don't have | |||
| On air won't float. | No slot machines. | |||
| I ain't a gonna grieve my Lord no more. | I ain't a gonna grieve my Lord no more. | |||
| 4. | You can't get to heaven, | 12. | You can't get to heaven, | |
| In a putt-putt car, | In a limousine, | |||
| 'Cause a putt-putt car, | 'Cause the Lord don't sell, | |||
| Won't go that far. | No gasoline. | |||
| I ain't a gonna grieve my Lord no more. | I ain't a gonna grieve my Lord no more. | |||
| 5. | You can't get to heaven, | 13. | Oh, the devil is mad, | |
| In dirty blue jeans, | And I am glad, | |||
| 'Cause the Lord don't have, | He lost a soul, | |||
| No warahin' machines. | He thought he had. | |||
| I ain't a gonna grieve my Lord no more. | I ain't a gonna grieve my Lord no more. | |||
| 6. | You can't get to heaven, | 14. | That's all there is, | |
| On roller skates, | There ain't no more, | |||
| 'Cause you'll roll right past, | St. Peter Himself, | |||
| Those pearly gates. | Just closed the door. | |||
| I ain't a gonna grieve my Lord no more. | I ain't a gonna grieve my Lord no more. | |||
| 7. | If I get to heaven, | |||
| Before you do, | ||||
| I'll plug that hole, | ||||
| With shavings and glue. | ||||
| I ain't a gonna grieve my Lord no more. |
I'd like to buld the world a home,
And furnish it with love,
Grow apple trees and honey bees,
And snow white turtle doves.
I'd like to teach the world to sing,
In perfect harmony,
I'd like to hold it in my arms,
And keep it company.
I'd like to see the world for once,
Walk hand, in hand, in hand,
And hear them echo through the hills,
For peace throughout the land.
It's the real thing,
What the world wants today,
That's the wat it'll stay,
With the real thing.
I'd like to teach the world to sing,
In perfect harmony,
A song of peace that echoes on,
And never goes away.
Put your hand in my hand,
Let/s begin today,
With your hand in my hand,
Help me find the way.
I'd like to see the world for once,
Walk hand, in hand, in hand,
And hear them echo through the hills,
For peace throughout the land.
I'd like to teach the world to sing,
In perfect harmony,
A song of peach that echoes on,
And never goes away.
| 1. | 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. | |
| 2. | 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 warning, | |
| I'd ring out love between my brothers and my sisters, | |
| All over this land. | |
| 3. | 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 warning, | |
| I'd sing out love between my brothers and my sisters, | |
| Al over this land. | |
| 4. | Well, I have a hammer, and I've got a bell (to ring), |
| 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, |
| CH: | It ain't gonna rain no more, no more, | 6. | I went to my girlfriend, | |
| It ain't gonna rain no more. | A pleasure I was seeking, | |||
| How the heck can I wash my neck, | I missed her lips and kissed her nose, | |||
| It ain't gonna rain no more. | And the gosh darn thing was leaking. | |||
| 1. | A skinny lady took a bath, | 7. | She died by the sewer, | |
| Without telling a soul, | By the sewer she did die. | |||
| And when she pulled out the plug, | The coroner decided, | |||
| She went right down the hole. | That it was sewer-cide. | |||
| 2. | Mary had a little lamb, | 8. | Peanut sitting on a railroad track, | |
| She kept it in the closet, | Its heart was all a flutter, | |||
| And every time she let it out, | Along came 209 | |||
| It left a little deposit. | Toot! Toot! Peanut Butter. | |||
| 3. | I wish I were a fishy, | 9. | Mary had a little lamb, | |
| I'd like to be a bass, | She also had a bear, | |||
| I'd climb right upon them rocks, | Everyone saw her little lamb, | |||
| And slide down on my ... fins. | And no one saw her bear. | |||
| 4. | When Mary had a little lamb, | 10. | Mary had a little lamb, | |
| The doctors were surprised, | She kept it by the heater, | |||
| But when Old McDonald had a farm, | And every time it turned around, | |||
| You should have seen their eyes. | It burned its little seater. | |||
| 5. | Mosquito he fly high, | |||
| Mosquito he fly low, | ||||
| Old man mosquito he lit on me, | ||||
| He ain't a-gonna fly no more. |
Mac Tacish is dead and his brother don't know it,
His brother is dead and MacTacish don't know it,
They are both of them dead, and they're in the same bed,
But they neither of them know that the other is dead.
| 1. | Mama don't allow no guitar playing here, |
| Mama don't allow no guitar playing here, | |
| I don't care what Mama don't allow, I'll play my guitar anyhow, | |
| Mama don't allow no guitar playing here. | |
| 2. | Mama don't allow no campfire singing here,... |
| I don't care what Mama don't allow, I'll keep on singing anyhow, ... | |
| 3. | Mama don't allow no banjo picking here, ... |
| I don't care what Mama don't allow, I'll pick my banjo anyhow, ... | |
| 4. | Mama don't allow no folk songs here, ... |
| I don't care what Mama don't allow, I'll sing those folk songs anyhow, ... | |
| 5. | Mama don't allow no tent pitching here, ... |
| I don't care what Mama don't allow, I'll pitch my tent anyhow, ... | |
| 6. | Mama don't allow no jazz band playing here, ... |
| I don't care what Mama don't allow, I'll play that jazz music anyhow, ... |
| CH: | The window, the second story window. |
| With a heave and a ho, | |
| And a mighty big throw, | |
| They threw it out the window. | |
| 1. | Old mother Jubbard, went to her cupboard |
| To get her poor dog a bone. | |
| But when she got there, the cupboard was bare, | |
| ... So she threw it out the window ... | |
| 2. | Jack and Jill |
| 3. | Hey Diddle Diddle |
| 4. | Little Miss Muffett |
| 5. | Old King Cole |
| 6. | Peter, Peter, pumpkin eater |
| 7. | Humpty Dumpty |
| 8. | Little Boy Blue |
| 9. | Mary, Mary, quite contrary |
| 10. | Little Bo Peep |
| 11. | There was an old Lady who lived in a shoe |
| 12. | Jack be Nimble |
| 1. | I went down south to see my Sal, |
| Sing polly-wolly-doodle all the day; | |
| My Sal she is a spunky gal, | |
| Sing polly-wolly-doodle all the day. | |
| CH: | Fare thee well, Fare thee well, |
| Fare thee well my fairy fay | |
| For I'm goin' to Lou'siana for to see my Susyanna, | |
| Singing polly-wolly-doodle all the day. | |
| 2. | Oh, my Sal, she is a maiden fair, |
| Sing polly-wolly-doodle all the day. | |
| With curley-eyes and laughing hair, | |
| Sing polly-wolly-doodle all the day. | |
| 3. | Oh, grasshopper sitting on a railroad track, |
| Sing polly-wolly-doodle all the day. | |
| A-picking his teeth with a carpet tack, | |
| Sing polly-wolly-doodle all the day. | |
| 4. | Oh, I went to bed, bit ut was no use, |
| Sing polly-wolly-doodle all the day. | |
| My feet sutck out for a chicken roost, | |
| Sing polly-wolly-doodle all the day. | |
| 5. | Behind the barn, down on my knees, |
| Sing polly-wolly-doodle all the day. | |
| I thought I heard a chicken sneeze, | |
| Sing polly-wolly-doodle all the day. | |
| 6. | He sneezed so hard with the whooping cough, |
| Sing polly-wolly-doodle all the day. | |
| He sneezed his head and tail right off, | |
| Sing polly-wolly-doodle all the day. |
| 1. | Puff the magic dragon, lived by the sea, |
| And frolicked in the autumn mist in a land called Hona-lee, | |
| Little Jacker Paper, loved that rascal Puff, | |
| And brought him strings and sealing wax and other fancy stuff. | |
| CH: | Puf the magic dragon, lived by the sea, |
| And frolicked in the autumn mist in a land called Hona-lee, | |
| Puf the magic dragon, lived by the sea, | |
| And frolicked in the autumn mist in a land called Hona-lee, | |
| 2. | Together they would travel on a boat with billowed sail, |
| Jackie kept a lookout perched on Puff's gigantic tail. | |
| Nobel kings and princes would bow whene'er they came, | |
| Pirate ships would lower their flags when puff roared out his name. | |
| 3. | A dragon lives forever, but not so little boys, |
| Painted wings and giant rings make wat for other toys, | |
| One grep night it happened, Jackie Paper came no more, | |
| And Puff that mighty dragon, he ceased his fearless roar. | |
| 4. | Hed head was bent in sorrow; green scales fell like rain, |
| Puff no longer went to play along the Cherry Lane. | |
| Without his lifelong friend, Puff could not be brave. | |
| So, Puff that mighty dragon, sadly slipped into his cave. |
| CH: | Rise and shine and give God the glory, glory. |
| Rise and shine and give God the glory, glory. | |
| Rise and shine and give God the glory, glory. | |
| Children of the Lord. | |
| 1. | The Lord said to Noay, "There's gonna be a floddy, floddy." |
| The Lord said to Noay, "There's gonna be a floddy, floddy." | |
| "Get those childred out of the muddy, muddy." | |
| Children of the Lord. | |
| 2. | Well, Noah he build him, he build him an arky, arky. |
| Noah he build him, he build him an arky, arky. | |
| Made it out of gopher barky. | |
| Children of the Lord. | |
| 3. | The animals, they came on, they come on by twosies, twosies. |
| The animals, they came on, they come on by twosies, twosies. | |
| Elephants and Kangaroosies, roosies. | |
| Children of the Lord. | |
| 4. | It rained and poured for forty daysies, daysies. |
| It rained and poured for forty daysies, daysies. | |
| Nearly drove those animals crazy, crazy. | |
| Children of the Lord. | |
| 5. | So, Noah, he sent out, he sent out a dovie, dovie. |
| Noah, he sent out, he sent out a dovie, dovie. | |
| Dovie said, "THere's blue sky above, 'bovey. | |
| Children of the Lord. | |
| 6. | The sun came out and dried up the landy, landy. |
| The sun came out and dried up the landy, landy. | |
| Everything was fine and dandy, dandy. | |
| Children of the Lord. | |
| 7. | This is the end of, eht end of our story, story. |
| This is the end of, eht end of our story, story. | |
| Everything was hunky-dory, dory. | |
| Children of the Lord. |
Rock-a-my soul in the bosom of Abraham,
Rock-a-my soul in the bosom of Abraham,
Rock-a-my soul in the bosom of Abraham,
Oh! Rock-a-my soul!
So high, you can't get over it;
So low, you can't get under it;
So wide you can't get around it;
Oh! Rock-a-my soul!
Rock-a-my soul in the bosom of Abraham,
Rock-a-my soul in the bosom of Abraham,
Rock-a-my soul in the bosom of Abraham,
Oh! Rock-a-my soul!
This old man, he played one,
He played knick-knack on his thumb
With a knick-knack, paddy whack,
Give the dog a bone,
This old man came rolling home.
| two | - shoe |
| three | - knee |
| four | - dooe |
| five | - side |
| six | - sticks |
| seven | - up to heaven |
| eight | - gate |
| nine | - spine |
| ten | - once again |
| 1. | This train is bound for glory, This train. |
| This train is bound for glory, This train. | |
| This train is bound for glory, | |
| Dpm't carry nothin' but the righteous and the holy. | |
| This train is bound for glory, This train. | |
| 2. | This train don't carry no gamblers, This train. |
| This train don't carry no gamblers, This train. | |
| This train don't carry no gamblers. | |
| No crap shooters, no midnight ramblers. | |
| This train don't carry no gamblers, This train. | |
| 3. | This train is leavin' in the morning, This train. |
| This train is leavin' in the morning, This train. | |
| This train is leavin' in the morning. | |
| Great God a new day dawnin'! | |
| This train is leavin' in the morning, This train. |
Three blind mice,
Three blind mice,
See how they run,
See how they run,
They all ran after the farmer's wife,
She cut off their tails with a carving knife,
Have you ever seen such a thing in your life,
As three blind mice?
Three rodents with defective visual perception,
Three rodents with defective visual perception,
Observe how they perambulate,
Observe how they perambulate,
They all perambulated after the Agriculturalist's spouse,
Who severed their tails with a kitcuen utencil;
Have you ever ovserved such a sepctacle in your existence,
As three rodents with defective visual perception?
| 1. | Once a jolly swag man camped beside a billabons, |
| Under the shade of the coolibah tree, | |
| And he sang as he watched and he waited 'til his billy boiled, | |
| "You'll come a waltzing Matilda with me?" | |
| CH: | Waltzing Matilda, waltzing Matilda, |
| You'll come a waltzing Matilda with me. | |
| And he sang as he watched and he waited 'til his billy boiled, | |
| "You'll come a waltzing Matilda with me?" | |
| (substitute the last two lines of verse into chorus) | |
| 2. | Down came a jumbuck to dirnt beside a billabong, |
| Up jumped the swag man and seized him with glee; | |
| And he sand as he talked to that jumbuck in hes tuckerbag; | |
| "You'll come a waltzing Matilda with me?" | |
| 3. | Down came a stockman, riding on his thoroughbred; |
| Down came the troopers, one, two, three. | |
| "Where's the jolly jumbuck, you've got in your tuckerbag? | |
| "You'll come a waltzing Matilda with me?" | |
| 4. | Up jumped the swag man and plunged into the billabong, |
| "You'll never catch me alive!" cried he. | |
| And his ghost may be heard as you ride beside the billabong, | |
| "You'll come a waltzing Matilda with me?" |
We're glad you brought us here;
We're glad you brought us here;
We hope you'll bring us back again;
We'rd glad you brought us here.