Ealing Folk Club

Song Book

V1 Sep 2014

Contents

All The Good Times Are Past And Gone 1 Amazing Grace 2 Angel Band 3 Amelia Earhart’s Last Flight 4 Away With Rum 5 The Banks Of The Ohio 6 Blood Red Roses 7 Boozing 8 Careless Love 10 Chicken On A |Raft 11 Cigarettes And Whiskey 13 Cluck Old Hen 14 Deep Blue Sea 15 Deep River Blues 16 Don’t The Road Look Rough And Rocky 17 Down To The RIver To Pray 18 Dixie’s Land 19 Down In The Valley 21 The Old Dun Cow 22 Early One Morning 24 East Virginia 25 Ev’ry Night 26 Faeries 27 Ghost Riders In The Sky 28 Handsome Molly 29 Hard Times (Come Again No More) 30 Hava Nagila 31 Hooray, They’re Hanging Father 32 Hot Corn, Cold Corn 33 House Of The Rising Sun 34 I Don’t Want Your Millions, Mister 35 I Know Where I’m Going 36 I’ll Fly Away 37 I’ll Tell Me Ma 38 I’m Henery The Eighth, I Am 39 It’s The Same The Whole World Over 41 I’ve Been Working On The Railroad 42 I’ve Got No Use For The Women 43 Jesse James 44 Keep On The Sunny Side 45 Leaving Home 46 The Lakes Of Pontchartrain 48 Marching Through Georgia 49 Miner’s Life 51 My Grandfather’s Clock 52

The Nightingale 54 Nine Pound Hammer 55 Pick A Bale Of Cotton 56 Pleasant And Delightful 57 Red River Valley 58 Roseville Fair 59 Sail Away, Ladies 60 Silver Threads Among The Gold 61 The St. James Infirmary 62 S-A-V-E-D 63 Shenandoah 64 So Long, It’s Been Good To Know You 65 South Australia 66 The Streets Of Laredo 67 Sweet Thames Flow Softly 68 This Lans Is Your Land 70 The Titanic 71 Union Maid 72 The Village Pump 73 The Wabash Cannon Ball 75 Wayfaring Stranger 76 What’s The Life Of A Man 77 When The Fiddler Has Played 78 Will The Circle Be Unbroken 79 Wild Mountain Thyme 80 Wild Rover 81 Winnsboro Cotton Mill Blues 82 Worried Man Blues 83 You Are My Sunshine 84

1

I wish to the Lord I’d never been born

Or died when I was young. I never would have seen your sparkling blue eyes

Or heard you lying tongue

Chorus

Don’t you see that turtle dove, That flies from pine to pine?

He’s mourning for his own true love. Just like I mourn for mine

Chorus

Don’t you see that passenger train,

Going tound the bend? It’s taking away my own true love,

To never return again.

Chorus

Come back, come back my own true love, And stay awhile with me.

For if ever I’ve had a friend in this world, You’ve been a friend to me

Chorus

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Amazing grace how sweet the sounds, That saved a wretch like me.

I once was lost but now am found Was blind but now I see

'Twas grace that taught my heart of fear.

And grace my fears relieved; How precious did that grace a ppear,

The hour I first believed

The Lord has promised good to me, His word my hope secures;

He will my shield and portion be As long as life endures

Through many dangers, toils and snares,

I have already come; 'Tis grace hath brought me safe thus far,

And grace will lead me home

When we've been there ten thousand years, Bright shining as the sun,

We've no less days to singGod's praise Than when we'd first begun

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My latest sun is sinking fast, My race is nearly ru n. My longest trials now are passed, My triumph has be gun.

Chorus

Oh come angel band, Come and around me stand. Oh bear me away on your snow white wings To my immo rtal home.

O-oh Bear me away on your snow white wings to my im mortal home.

I know I’m near the holy ranks of friends and kindr ed dear. I brush the dew on Jordan’s banks, the crossing mus t be near.

Chorus

I've almost gained my heavenly home, my spirit loud ly sings. The holy ones, behold they come, I hear the noise o f wings.

Chorus

Oh bear my longing heart to him who bled and died f or me.

Whose blood now cleanses from all sin, and gives me victory.

Chorus

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A ship out on the ocean, just a speck

against the sky, Amelia Earhart flying that sad day;

With her partner, Captain Noonan, on the second of July

Her plane fell in the ocean, far away.

Chorus There's a beautiful, beautiful field

Far away in a land that is fair. Happy landings to you, Amelia Earhart

Farewell, first lady of the air.

She radioed position and she said that all was well,

Although the fuel within the tanks was low.

But they'd land on Howland Island to refuel her monoplane,

Then on their trip around the world they'd go.

Chorus

Well, a half an hour later an SOS was heard,

The signal weak, but still her voice was brave.

Oh, in shark-infested waters her plane went down that night

In the blue Pacific to a watery grave.

Chorus

Well, now you have heard my story of that awful tragedy,

We pray that she might fly home safe again.

Oh, in years to come though others blaze a trail across the sea,

We'll ne'er forget Amelia and her plane.

Chorus

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We never eat fruit cake because it has rum And one little taste turns a man to a bum

Oh, can you imagine a sorrier sight Than a man eating fruit cake until he gets tight

Chorus If you wash your hair, never rinse it with beer Because if you do, you'll get foam in your ear

And if there's one thing a young man must dread It's dating a girl with a head on her head

Chorus We never eat peaches, because peaches ferment

And peaches ferment at the least little dent Oh can you imagine a sorrier sight

Than a man drunk on peaches he thought were alright

Chorus We never drink water, they put it in gin One little sip and a man starts to grin Oh can you imagine the horrible sight

Of a man drinking water and singing all night

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Chorus Then only say that you’ll be mine,

In no other’s arms entwine, Down besides where the waters flow,

Down by the banks of the Ohio

Chorus

I held a knife up to her breast, As into my arms she pressed,

Crying “Willie, don’t you murder me. I’m unprepared for eternity.”

Chorus

I took her by her lily-white hand,

Led her down where the waters stand, I pushed her in and let her drown,

And watched her as she floated down.

Chorus

I started home twixt twelve and one, Cried “My God, what have I done?

I killed the only woman I loved, Because she would not be my bride.”

Chorus

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As I was going round Cape Horn, Go down, you blood red roses, go down. I wished to the Lord I’d never been born Go down, you blood red roses, go down

Chorus

Oh, you pinks and posies Go down you blood red roses, go down

Around that Cape in heavy gales

And it’s all for the sake of them sperm-whales

Chorus

Around Cape Horn in frost and snow Around the Cape we all must go

Chorus

Oh yes, my lads, we’re all a-lee We’ll soon be far away from sea

Chorus

Just one more pull and that’ll do

And we’re the boys to pull her through

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Now what are the joys of a single young man? But boozing, bloody well boozing!

And what is he doing whenever he can? Boozing, bloody well boozing!

You may think I'm wrong and you may think I'm right , I'm not going to argue, I know you can fight, But what do you think we are doing tonight?

Boozing, bloody well boozing!

Chorus Boozing, boozing, just you and I!

Boozing, boozing, when we are dry. Some do it openly, some on the sly, But we all are bloody well boozing.

Chorus

And what are the joys of a poor married man? Boozing, bloody well boozing!

What is he doing whenever he can? Boozing, bloody well boozing!

He goes out a-shopping, makes many a call He comes home at night and he gives his wife all But what brings him home hanging on to a wall?

Boozing, bloody well boozing!

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Chorus

What are the joys of the whole laboring class? Why! Boozing, bloody well boozing.

And what is it robs a poor man of his brass? Boozing, bloody well boozing.

It rue-ins the liver, it addles the brain, It inspires our singing, again and again.

What gives such fair measure of pleasure and pain? Why, boozing, bloody well boozing!"

Chorus

And what does the Salvation Army run down?

Boozing, bloody well boozing! And what are they banning in every town?

Boozing, bloody well boozing! They stand on street corners, they rave and they sh out,

They shout about things they know nothing about. But what are they doing when the lights are turned out?

Boozing, bloody well boozing!

Chorus

And what are the Morris Men doing tonight? Why! Boozing, bloody well boozing!

And why do you think that they’re dancing so tight? Its! Boozing, bloody well boozing!

They galley and foray and caper around. They seldom are seen with their feet on the ground.

Their rounds they are square and their squares they are round. They're boozing, bloody well boozing!

Chorus

And what is the thing I loves more than me tea?

Why! Boozing, bloody well boozing! And what keeps us all nippin’ out for a wee?

Why! Boozing, bloody well boozing! Your pocket gets empty, your bladder gets tight.

You’re garglin’ your beer the best part of the nigh t. Your nose turns bright red and your face goes dead white

From boozing, bloody well boozing!

Chorus

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Love, O love, O Careless love, (x3) Can’t you see what careless love can do

When I wore my apron low, (x3)

Couldn’t hardly keep you from my door

Now my apron strings won’t pin, (x3) You pass my door, and you won’t come in

How I wish that train would come, (x3)

Take me back where I come from

Love, O love, O Careless love, (x3) Can’t you see what careless love can do

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Skipper’s in the wardroom drinking gin,

Heigh-ho, chicken on a raft. I don’t mind knocking but I aint-a-going in

Heigh-ho, chicken on a raft. Jimmy’s laughing like a drain Heigh-ho, chicken on a raft.

Been looking at my comic cuts again Heigh-ho, chicken on a raft.

Chorus

Chicken on a raft on a Monday morning, Oh what a terrible sight to see,

The dabtoes forrard and the dustmen aft, sitting there picking at a chicken on a raft

Heigh-ho, chicken on a raft. Oyo-o, chicken on a raft.

Heigh-ho, chicken on a raft. Oy-o, chicken on a raft.

We kissed goodbye on the midnight bus

Heigh-ho, chicken on a raft. She didn’t cry, she didn’t fuss,

Heigh-ho, chicken on a raft. Am I the one that she loves best,

Heigh-ho, chicken on a raft. Or am I just a cuckoo in another man’s nest

Heigh-ho, chicken on a raft.

Chorus

An amazon girl lived in Dumfries Heigh-ho, chicken on a raft.

She only had kids in twos and threes Heigh-ho, chicken on a raft. Her sister lives in Maryhill

Heigh-ho, chicken on a raft. Says she won’t but I think she will

Heigh-ho, chicken on a raft.

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Chorus

I had a little girl in Donny B, Heigh-ho, chicken on a raft.

And did she make a fool of me Heigh-ho, chicken on a raft.

Her heart was like a purser’s shower, Heigh-ho, chicken on a raft.

From hot to cold in a quarter of an hour Heigh-ho, chicken on a raft.

Once I was happy and had a good wife I had enough money to last me for life Then I met with a gal and we went on a

spree She taught me smokin' and drinkin'

whiskee

Chorus Cigarettes, whiskey and wild wild women They'll drive you crazy, they'll drive you

insane; (repeat)

Cigarettes are a blight on the whole human race

A man is a monkey with one in his face; Take warning dear friend, take warning

dear brother A fire's on one end, a fools on the t'other.

Chorus

And now good people, I'm broken with faith

The lines on my face make a well written page

I'm weavin' this story -- how sadly but true On women and whiskey and what they can

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Wild the cross at the head of my grave

For women and whiskey here lies a poor slave.

Take warnin' poor stranger, take warnin' dear friend

In wide clear letters this tale of my end. Chorus

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My old Hen, she won’t do, She lays eggs and ‘taters too,

Sometimes nine, sometimes ten, That’s enough for the railroad men

Chorus

My old hen, she’s raised on a farm,

Now she’s in the ground a-diggin’ up corn. First time she cackled, she cackled a lot,

Next time she cackled, she cackled in the pot

Chorus

Had a little hen, she had a wooden leg, Best darn hen that ever laid an egg.

Laid more eggs than any hen around the barn, Another little drink wouldn’t do me any harm.

Chorus

15

Deep blue sea, Lordy, deep blue sea (x3)

It was Willie what got drownded, In the deep blue s ea

Lower him down with a-golden chain (x3) It was Willie what got drownded, In the deep blue s ea

Wrap him up in a silken shroud (x3)

It was Willie what got drownded, In the deep blue s ea

Golden sun bring him back to me (x3) It was Willie what got drownded, In the deep blue s ea

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Let it rain, let it pour, Let it rain a whole lot more,

'Cause I got them deep river blues. Let the rain drive right on,

Let the waves sweep along, 'Cause I got them deep river blues.

My old gal's a good old pal,

And she looks like a water fowl, When I get them deep river blues.

Ain't no one to cry for me, And the fish all go out on a spree When I get them deep river blues.

Give me back my old boat, I'm gonna sail if she'll float,

'Cause I got them deep river blues, I'm goin' back to Muscle Shoals, Times are better there I'm told,

Cause I got them deep river blues.

Let it rain, let it pour, Let it rain a whole lot more, 'Cause I got them deep river blues, Let the rain drive right on, Let the waves sweep along, 'Cause I got them deep river blues. If my boat sinks with me. I'll go down, don't you see, 'Cause I got them deep river blues, Now I'm gonna say goodbye, And if I sink, just let me die, 'Cause I got them deep river blues. Let it rain, let it pour, Let it rain a whole lot more, 'Cause I got them deep river blues, Let the rain drive right on, Let the waves sweep along, 'Cause I got them deep river blues

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Can’t you hear the night birds calling, Far across the deep blue sea?

While of others you are thinking, Won’t you sometimes think of me?

Chorus

One more kiss before I leave you,

One more kiss before we part. You have caused me lots of trouble,

Darling you have broke my heart.

Chorus

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As I went down in the river to pray Studyin about that good ol way

And who shall wear the robe & crown Good Lord show me the way

O Sinner lets go down

Let's go down, Come on down O Sinner lets go down

Down in the river to pray

...Brother...

...Sister...

...Mother...

...Father...

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I wish I was in the land of cotton, Old times there are not forgotten,

Look away, look away, look away, Dixie Land. In Dixie Land where I was born, so

Early on one frosty mornin’ Look away, look away, look away Dixie Land

Chorus

Then I wish I was in Dixie, hooray, hooray In Dixie land I’ll take my stand

To live and die in Dixie, Away, away, away down south in Dixie Away, away, away down south in Dixie

Chorus

Old Missus’ marry Will the Weaver,

William was a gay deceiver, Look away, look away, look away, Dixie Land.

But when he put his arm around her, He smiled as fierce as a fourty-pounder

Look away, look away, look away, Dixie Land.

Chorus

His face was sharp as a butcher’s cleaver, But that did not seem to grieve her,

Look away, look away, look away, Dixie Land. Old Missus’ acted the foolish part,

And died for a man that broke her heart Look away, look away, look away, Dixie Land.

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Down in the valley, valley so low, Late in the evening, hear that train blow.

Hear that train blow love, hear that train blow, Hang your head over, hear that train blow.

Roses love sunshine, Violets love dew,

Angels in heaven know I love you. Know I love you, love, Know I love you,

Angels in heaven know I love you

Write me a letter, send it by mail, Send it in care of Birmingham jail

Birmingham hail, love, Birmingham jail, Send it in care of Birmingham jail.

If you don't love me love whom you please

Throw your arms 'round me give my heart ease Give my heart ease love give my heart ease

Throw your arms round me give my heart ease.

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Some friends and I, in a public house, were playing dominoes last night, when into the room a fireman came his face all chal ky white.

“What’s up” says Brown, “Have you seen a ghost?Have you seen your Aunt Mariah?”

“Oh me Aunt Mariah be buggered” says he, “The bleed in’ pubs on fire.”

Chorus Oh there was Brown, upside down,Moppin’ up the whis key from the floor.

“Booze, booze” the firemen criedAs they came aknock in’ at the door. Well, don’t let ‘em in till it’s all mopped up.Some one shouted “McIntyre”.

And we all got blue blind paralytic drunkWhen the O ld Dun Cow caught fire.

“Oh well,” says Brown, “what a bit of luck. Everybo dy follow me. It’s down to the cellar if the fire’s not there The n we’ll have a grand old

spree.” So we all went down with good old Brown And the boo ze we could not

miss And we hadn’t been there ten minutes or more Till w e were all quite pissed

Chorus

Then Smith ran over to the port wine tub And gave i t a few hard knocks

He started taking off his pantaloons Likewise his s hoes and socks “Oh no” says Brown, “That ain’t allowed You can’t d o that there, there!

Don’t wash your trotters in the port wine tub When we’ve got some wholesome beer.”

Chorus

And then there came a mighty crash, Half the bloody roof caved in

And we were drownded by a fireman’s hose, It seemed like such a sin. But we got some tacks and some old wet sacks, And w e nailed ourselves

inside And we sat there drinking finest Rum, Till we were bleary-eyed.

Chorus

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Early one morning, just as the sun was rising I heard a maid singing in the valley below "Oh don't deceive me, Oh never leave me, How could you use, a poor maiden so?"

Remember the vows that you made to me

truly Remember how tenderly you nestled close to

me Gay is the garland, fresh are the roses

I've culled from the garden to bind over thee.

Here I now wander alone as I wonder Why did you leave me to sigh and complain I ask of the roses, why should I be forsaken,

Why must I here in sorrow remain?

Through yonder grove, by the spring that is running

There you and I have so merrily played, Kissing and courting and gently sporting

Oh, my innocent heart you've betrayed

How could you slight so a pretty girl who loves you

A pretty girl who loves you so dearly and warm?

Though love's folly is surely but a fancy, Still it should prove to me sweeter than your

scorn.

Soon you will meet with another pretty maiden

Some pretty maiden, you'll court her for a while;

Thus ever ranging, turning and changing Always seeking for a girl that is new.

Thus sang the maiden, her sorrows bewailing Thus sang the poor maid in the valley below

"Oh don't deceive me, Oh never leave me, How could you use, a poor maiden so?"

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I was born in East Virginia, North Carolina I did go,

There I met a fair young maiden, Her name and age I did not know

Well, her hair was dark of colour,

And her cheeks were rosy red, On her breast she wore white lilies,

Where I longed to lay me head.

I’d rather be in some dark holler, Where the sun refused to shine,

Than to see her with another, And to know that she’d never be mine.

I don’t want your greenback dollar,

I don’t want your diamond ring, All I want is your love, darling, Won’t you take me back again.

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Every night when the sun goes in (3 times) I hang down my head and mournful cry.

True love, don't weep, true love, don't mourn (2 ti mes)

True love, don't weep nor mourn for me, I'm going away to Marble town.

I wish to the Lord that train would come (3 times)

To take me back where I come from.

It's once my apron hung down low (3 times) He'd follow me through both sleet snd snow.

It's now my apron's to my chin (3 times) He'll face my door and won't come in.

I wish to the Lord my babe was born (3 times)

A-sitting upon his daddy's knee

And me, poor girl, was dead and gone (3 times) And the green, green grass growing over me.

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I have lost my way With my darkling lover

Passing through the night Coming to the Mother

Now the flames grow higher Shaking half-seen shadings

Oh for musky ease The profit of our trading

We start the game again

With fumble-footed farmers Tangle them in lust

And strap them to our harness But then the cold black pain

Came lancing through our dances Caught us in the day

And took away our chances

Oh what could we do Prick'd and bruised with iron

Taken from our court And over-pressed with Zion Our light grew red and dim

And whispered at the morning A broken, reedy spell

As summer's sun was dawning

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An old cowpoke went riding out one hot and windy da y, Upon a ridge he rested as he went along his way,

When all at once a mighty herd of red-eyed cows he saw, A plowin’ through the ragged skies, and up the clou dy draw.

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Yip-i-ya-a, Yip-i-ya-o, Ghost riders in the sky.

Their brands were still on fire and their hoofs wer e made of steel. Their horns were black and shiny and their hot brea th he could feel. A bolt of fear went through him as they thundered t hrough the sky.

For as he saw the riders comin’ hard, he could hear their mournful cry.

CHORUS: Their face were gaunt, their eyes were blurred,

Their shirts all soaked with sweat, They're riding hard to catch that herd, but they ai n't caught him yet.

They've got to ride forevermore on the range up in the sky, On horses snorting fire and as they ride, I hear th em cry.

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And as the riders loped on by he heard one call his name, If you want to save your soul from hell a ridin’ on the range,

Then cowboy better change your ways or with us you will ride, Trying to catch the devil's herd across the endless skies.

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Well, I wish I was in London, Or some other seaport town I'd put my foot on a steamboat I'd sail the ocean ' round.

While sailing 'round the ocean, While sailing 'roun d the sea

I'd think of handsome Molly Wherever she might be.

Don't you remember, Molly You gave me your right ha nd? You said whenever you'd marry I would be the man.

But you broke your promise Go with whom you please

My poor heart is aching You are at your ease.

I went to church last Sunday Molly came ridin' by I could tell her mind was changin' By the rovin' of her eye.

I go down to the river Though everyone's asleep I think of handsome Molly An' I begin to weep.

So I wish I was in London, Or some other seaport to wn I'd put my foot on a steamboat I'd sail the ocean ' round.

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Let us pause in life's pleasures and count its many tears, While we all sup sorrow with the poor;

There's a song that will linger forever in our ears ; Oh Hard times come again no more.

Chorus: Tis the song, the sigh of the weary,

Hard Times, hard times, come again no more Many days you have lingered around my cabin door;

Oh hard times come again no more.

While we seek mirth and beauty and music light and gay, There are frail forms fainting at the door;

Though their voices are silent, their pleading look s will say Oh hard times come again no more.

There's a pale drooping maiden who toils her life a way, With a worn heart whose better days are o'er:

Though her voice would be merry, 'tis sighing all t he day, Oh hard times come again no more.

Tis a sigh that is wafted across the troubled wave,

Tis a wail that is heard upon the shore Tis a dirge that is murmured around the lowly grave

Oh hard times come again no more.

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Hooray, hooray, my father’s gonna be hung. Hooray, hooray, that dirty drunken bum.

He was very mean to me when I was very young Hooray, hooray, hooray, hooray, Hooray they’re hanging father.

Hooray, hooray, my mother’s gonna be shot.

Hooray, hooray, that dirty drunken sot. She was very mean to me when I was just a tot,

Hooray, hooray, hooray, hooray, Hooray they’re shooting mother.

Hooray, hooray, my uncle’s gonna be hurt.

Hooray, hooray, that nasty sex pervert. He was very free with me when I was just a squirt,

Hooray, hooray, hooray, hooray, Hooray they’re hurting uncle.

Hooray, hooray, my brother’s gonna be destroyed.

Hooray, hooray, that nasty little boy. He’d always like to try on me the things he read in Freud,

Hooray, They're Hanging Father

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Hooray, hooray, hooray, hooray, Hooray they’re wrecking brother.

Chorus Hot corn cold corn bring along a demijohn, Hot corn cold corn bring along a demijohn, Hot corn cold corn bring along a demijohn,

Fair you well, pretty girl, see you in the morning; Yes Sir

Old Aunt Sally, won’t you fill them up again, Old Aunt Sally, won’t you fill them up again, Old Aunt Sally, won’t you fill them up again,

Fair you well, pretty girl, see you in the morning; Yes Sir

Chorus

All I want to keep me happy Is two little boys to call me pappy

One named Paul and the other named Davy One loves ham and the other loves gravy; Yes Sir

Chorus

Preachers in the pulpit taking in the money Children in the beehive taking in the honey

Old Aunt Sally just a jumping for joy Happiest lot of people that I ever saw; Yes Sir

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There is a house in New Orleans They call the Rising Sun

And it's been the ruin of many a poor boy

And God I know I'm one

My mother was a tailor She sewed my new bluejeans My father was a gamblin' man

Down in New Orleans

Now the only thing a gambler needs

Is a suitcase and trunk And the only time he's satisfied

Is when he's on a drunk

Oh mother tell your children Not to do what I have done Spend your lives in sin and

misery In the House of the Rising Sun

Well, I got one foot on the

platform The other foot on the train

I'm goin' back to New Orleans To wear that ball and chain

Well, there is a house in New

Orleans They call the Rising Sun

And it's been the ruin of many a poor boy

And God I know I'm one

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Preachers all a-coming and the children a-crying Preachers all a-coming and the children a-crying Preachers all a-coming and the children a-crying

Chicken heads a-wringing and toenails a-flying; Yes Sir

Chorus

I don’t want your Rolls-Royce, mister, I don’t want your pleasure yacht, All I want is food for my babies,

Give to me my old job back.

Chorus

We worked to build this country, mister, While you enjoyed a life of ease,

You’ve stolen all that we built, mister, Now our children starve and freeze

Chorus

Think me dumb if you wish, mister,

Call me green or blue or red, This one thing that I know, mister,

My hungry babies must be fed

Chorus

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I know where I’m going, And I know who’s going with me. I know who I love, But the De’il knows who I’ll mar ry.

Some will say he’s dark, some will say he’s bonny.

But the firest of them all is my handsome, noble Jo hnny

Chorus

I’ve stockings of fine silk, And shoes of painted l eather. Combs to bind in my hair, And a ring for every fing er

Chorus

Feather beds are soft, And painted rooms are many, But I would give them all for my handsome, winsome

Johnny

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I Know Where I'm Going

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Some glad morning when this life is over, I'll fly away To a home on God's celestial shore , I'll fly away, fly away

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I'll fly away, fly away oh glory I'll fly away (in the morning)

When I die hallelujah by and by I'll fly away, fly away

When the shadows of this life have grown, I'll fly away

Like a bird from prison bars has flown, I'll fly aw ay, fly away

Chorus

Just a few more weary days and then, I'll fly away To a land where joys shall never end, I'll fly away , fly away

Chorus

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Chorus I’ll tell me Ma when I get home, The boys won’t lea ve the girls alone.

They pull my hair and stole my comb, But that’s all right ‘till I get home. She is handsome, she is pretty, She is the Belle of Belfast city.

She has lovers one, two, three. Please won’t you te ll me who is she.

Albert Mooney says he loves her, All the boys are f ighting for her. They rap at the door, and ring at the bell, Saying “Oh my true love, are you

well? Out she comes as white as snow, Rings on her finger s, bells on her toes.

Old Jenny Murphy says she’ll die If she doesn’t get the fellow with the roving eye.

Chorus

Let the wind and the rain and the hail blow high, A nd the snow come

tumbling from the sky. She’s as nice as apple pie, she’ll get her own lad bye and bye.

When she gets a lad of her own, She won’t tell her Ma when she comes home.

Let them all come as they will, It’s Albert Mooney she loves still.

Chorus

I'll Tell Me Ma

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You don't know who you're looking at; now have a look at me! I'm a bit of a nob, I am, belong to royalty.

I'll tell you how it came about; I married Widow Bu rch, And I was King of England when I toddled out of chu rch.

Outside the people started shouting, "Hip, hooray!" Said I, "Get down upon your knees, it's Coronation Day!"

Chorus:

I'm Henery the Eighth, I am! Henery the Eighth, I am, I am!

I got married to the widow next door, She's been married seven times before.

And every one was a Henery She wouldn't have a Willie or a Sam.

I'm her eighth old man named Henery, Henery the Eighth I am!

I left the Duke of Cumberland, a pub up in the town .

Soon with one or two moochers I was holding up the Crown. I sat upon the bucket that the carmen think their o wn;

Surrounded by my subjects I was sitting on the thro ne. Out came the potman, saying, "Go on, home to bed!"

Said I, "Now say another word, and off'll go your h ead!"

Chorus:

Now at the Waxwork Exhibition not so long ago I was sitting among the kings, I made a lovely show .

To good old Queen Elizabeth I shouted, "Wotcher Liz !" While people poked my ribs and said, "I wonder who this is!"

One said, "It's Charley Peace!" and then I got the spike. I shouted, "Show yer ignorance!" as waxy as you lik e.

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She was poor, but she was honest, Pure, unstained was her fame,

Till a country squire comes courting, And the poor girl lost her name

So she went away to London, Just to hide her guilty shame.

Ther she met an army chaplain, Once again she lost her name

The there came a bloated bishop,

Marriage was the tale he told, There was noone else to take her,

So she sold her soul for gold

In a cottage down in Sussex, Live her parents old and lame,

And the drink the wine she sends them, But they never speak her name

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I've got no use for the women; A true one can seldom be found,

They'll stay by a man when he's winning When it's gone, they'll turn him down. My pal was an honest young puncher;

Honest and upright and true. But he turned to a hard-shooting gunman,

On account of a girl named Lou.

He fell in with evil companions, The kind that are better off dead;

When a gambler insulted her picture, He filled him full of lead.

All through the long night they trailed him, Through mesquite and thick chaparral. And I couldn't help think of that woman

As I saw him pitch and fall

If she'd been the pal that she should have, He might have been raising a son, Instead of out there on the prairie,

To die by the ranger's gun. Death's sharp sting did not trouble, His chances for life were too slim,

But where they were putting the body Was all that worried him.

He lifted his head on his elbow;

The blood from his wounds flowed red. He looked at his pals grouped around him,

And these were the words that he said: "Oh bury me out on the prairie,

Where the coyotes may howl o'er my grave.

But cover me over with boulders, From them my bones to save.”

So we buried him out on the prairie, Where the coyotes can howl o'er his

grave, But we covered him over with boulders,

From them his bones to save. And many a similar cowpuncher,

As he rides past that pile of stone, Recalls some similar woman

And envies his mouldering bones.

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I went down to the station, not many days ago Did something I'll never do again

I got down on my knees and delivered up the keys To Frank and his brother, Jesse James

Poor Jesse had a wife to mourn for his life,

Three children, they were brave; But that dirty little coward that shot Mr. Howard

Has laid poor Jesse in his grave.

Jesse was a man, a friend to the poor He never would see a man suffer pain,

And with his brother Frank he robbed the Chicago ba nk, And stopped the Glendale train.

It was Robert Ford, that dirty little coward;

I wonder how he does feel For he ate of Jesse's bread and he slept in Jesse's bed

Then laid poor Jesse in his grave.

Now Jesse went to rest with his hand on his breast, The devil will be upon his knee.

He was born one day in the County Clay, And he came from a solitary race.

This song was made by Billy Gashade,

As soon as the news did arrive; He said there was no man with a gun in his hand

Could take Jesse James alive.

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There's a dark and a troubled side of life There's a bright, there's a sunny side, too Tho' we meet with the darkness and strife

The sunny side we also may view

Chorus Keep on the sunny side, always on the sunny side,

Keep on the sunny side of life It will help us ev'ry day, it will brighten all the way

If we'll keep on the sunny side of life

The storm and its fury broke today, Crushing hopes that we cherish so dear;

Clouds and storms will, in time, pass away The sun again will shine bright and clear.

Chorus

Let us greet with the song of hope each day Tho' the moment be cloudy or fair Let us trust in our Saviour away

Who keepeth everyone in His care

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Leaving Home Charlie Poole

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Frankie and Johnny were sweethearts; they had a qua rrel one day, Johnny vowed he'd leave her; he said he was going a way,

Never coming home, going away to roam.

Frankie she begged and pleaded, my love Johnny, ple ase stay, Now, oh, my honey, I've done you wrong, but please don't go away;

Then Johnny sighed while Frankie cried,

chorus

Oh, I'm going away, I'm a-going to stay, and never coming home Gonna miss me, honey, in the days to come,

When the winter wind s begin to blow, the ground is covered up, And when you think of the way

You're gonna wish me back, your loving man, You're gonna miss me honey in the day they say's to come.

Frankie done said to her Johnny, "Now your hour don e come"

'Cause underneath her silk kimona she drew her 44 g un These love affairs are hard to bear

Johnny he fled down the stairway, my love Frankie, don't shoot, Frankie done aimed the 44 while the gun went rooty- toot-toot,

As Johnny fell, then Frankie yelled,

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Send for your rubber-tired hearses, send for your r ubber-tired hacks, Carry old Johnny to the graveyard, I 've shot him i n the back

With a great big gun, as the preacher begun.

Send for some policemen to take me right away, Lock me down in the dungeon cell and throw the key away,

My Johnny's dead, because he said...

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'Twas on one bright March morning I bid New Orleans adieu.

And I took the road to Jackson town, my fortune to renew,

I cursed all foreign money, no credit could I gain,

Which filled my heart with longing for the lakes of Pontchartrain.

I stepped on board a railroad car,

beneath the morning sun, I road the roads till evening,

and I laid me down again, All strangers there no friends to me,

till a dark girl towards me came, And I fell in love with a Creole girl,

by the lakes of Pontchartrain.

I said, "My pretty Creole girl, my money here's no good,

But if it weren't for the alligators, I'd sleep out in the wood".

"You're welcome here kind stranger, our house is very plain.

But we never turn a stranger out, From the lakes of Pontchartrain."

She took me into her mammy's house,

and treated me quite well,

The hair upon her shoulder in jet black ringlets fell.

To try and paint her beauty, I'm sure 'twould be in vain,

So handsome was my Creole girl, By the lakes of Pontchartrain.

I asked her if she'd marry me,

she said it could never be, For she had got another,

and he was far at sea. She said that she would wait for him

and true she would remain. Till he returned for his Creole girl,

By the lakes of Pontchartrain.

So fare thee well my Creole girl, I never will see you no more,

But I'll ne'er forget your kindness in the cottage by the shore.

And at each social gathering a flowing glass I'll raise,

And I'll drink a health to my Creole girl, And the lakes of Pontchartrain.

The Lakes of Pontchartrain

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Bring the good old bugle, boys, we’ll sing another song; Sing it with a spirit that will start the world alo ng,

Sing it as we used to sing it, figty thousand stron g, As we were marching through Georgia.

Chorus

Hurrah! Hurrah! We bring the jubilee! Hurrah! Hurrah! The flag that makes you free! So we sang the story from Atlanta to the sea,

As we were marching through Georgia

How the people shouted when they heard the joyful s ound! How the turkeys gobbled which our commissary found! How the sweet potatoes even started from the ground ,

As we were marching through Georgia

Chorus

“Sherman’s dashing Yankee boys will never reach the coast!” So the saucy rebels said, and ‘twas a handsome boas t;

Had they not forgot, alas, to reckon with the host, While we were marching through Georgia.

Chorus

So we made a thoroughfare for freedom and her train ,

Sixty miles in latitude, three hundred to the main; Treason flew before us, for resistance was in vain,

While we were marching through Georgia

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Miner’s life is like a sailor’s, Board a ship to cr oss the wave Everyday, his life's in danger, Still he ventures, being brave

Watch the rocks, they're falling daily, Careless mi ners always fail Keep your hand upon the dollar, And your eye upon t he scale

Chorus Union miners stand together, Heed no operator's tal e

Keep your hand upon the dollar, And your eye upon t he scale

You've been docked and docked again, boys, You've b een loading two for one What have you to show for working, Since this minin g has begun?

Just worn-out boots and worn-out miners, And your c hildren growing pale Keep your hand upon the dollar, And your eye upon t he scale

Chorus

In conclusion, bear in memory, Keep this password i n your mind God provides for every worker, When in union, they combine Then by honest weight, we labour, Union miners will prevail

So keep your hand upon the dollar, And your eye upo n the scale

Chorus

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My grandfather's clock was too large for the shelf, So it stood ninety years on the floor;

It was taller by half than the old man himself, Though it weighed not a pennyweight more.

It was bought on the morn of the day that he was bo rn, And was always his treasure and pride;

But it stopp'd short — never to go again — When the old man died.

Chorus Ninety years without slumbering, (tick, tock, tick, tock),

His life's seconds numbering, (tick, tock, tick, to ck), It stopp'd short — never to go again — When the old man died.

In watching its pendulum swing to and fro, Many hours had he spent while a boy;

And in childhood and manhood the clock seemed to kn ow And to share both his grief and his joy.

For it struck twenty-four when he entered at the do or, With a blooming and beautiful bride;

But it stopped short — never to go again — When the old man died.

Chorus

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 fac e, And its hands never hung by its side.

But it stopp'd short — never to go again — When the old man died.

Chorus

It rang an alarm in the dead of the night — An alarm that for years had been dumb;

And we knew that his spirit was pluming for flight — That his hour of departure had come.

Still the clock kept the time, with a soft and muff led chime, As we silently stood by his side;

But it stopp'd short — never to go again — When the old man died.

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But they kissed so sweet and comforting as they pre ssed to each other They went arm-in-arm along the road like sister and brother.

They went arm-in-arm along the road till they came to a spring, Then they both sat down together for to hear the ni ghtingale sing.

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Then out of his knapsack, a long fiddle he drew

And he played her such merry tunes as she ever knew , And he played her such merry tunes, caused the vall eys to ring

Hark hark, replied the fair maid, how the nightinga les sing.

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O come, said the soldier, 'tis time to give o'er O no, said the maiden, please play one tune more.

I do like your playing, and the touching of the lon g string And to see the pretty flowers grow, hear the nighti ngale sing.

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Now I'm going to India, for seven long years

Drinking wines and strong whiskey instead of strong beers But if I ever return again, it will be in the sprin g

Then we'll both sit down together, love, and hear t he nightingale sing.

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This nine pound hammer, Is a little too heavy

Buddy for my size, Buddy for my size

Chorus So roll on buddy, Don’t you roll so slow

How can I roll, When the wheels won’t go?

Chorus

Up on the mountain, Just to see my baby, And I aint coming back, No I aint coming back

Chorus

Aint nobody’s hammer, In this mountain

That rings like mine, Rings like mine

Chorus

Rings like silver, And shines like gold Rings like silver, Shines like gold

Chorus

It’s a long way to Harvard, It’s a long way to Haza rd

Just to get a little booze, Get a little booze

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Me and my buddy can ...

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Me and my daddy can ...

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Takes a mighty big man to ...

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Twas pleasant and delightful one midsummer's morn To view the fine meadows all covered with corn

And the blackbirds and thrushes sang on every green spray And the larks they sang melodious at the dawning of the day

And the larks they sang melodious,And the larks the y sang melodious And the larks they sang melodious at the dawning of the day.

A sailor and his true love were walking one day

Said the sailor to his true love "I'm bound far awa y I’m bound for the Indies where load cannons do roar I must go and leave you Nancy you're the girl I ado re

I must go and leave you Nancy,I must go and leave y ou Nancy I must go and leave you Nancy you're the girl that I adore.

The ring from off her finger she instantly drew

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Saying, "May I go along with you?" "Oh no me love f arewell" Saying, "May I go along with you?",Saying, "May I g o along with you?"

Saying, "May I go along with you?" "Oh no me love f arewell"

So fare thee well my dearest Nancy, I'm bound far a way The ship is a-waiting out there in the bay

The anchor is hoisted she waits the next flowing ti de And if ever I return again I will make you my bride

And if ever I return again, And if ever I return ag ain And if ever I return again I will make you my bride .

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Come and sit by my side if you love me Do not hasten to bid me adieu

But remember the Red River Valley And the cowboy that loves you so true

From this valley they say you are going

We will miss your bright eye and sweet smile For they say you are taking the sunshine

That brightens our darkness awhile

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

I have promise you darling that never

Will a word from my lips cause you pain And my life it will be yours forever

If you only will love me again

Red River Valley

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Oh, the night was clearnd the stars were shining And the moon came up so quiet in the sky.

And the people gathered 'round and the band was a't uning. I can hear them now playing "Coming Thru the Rye."

And we danced all night to the fiddle and the banjo . Their drifting tunes seemed to fill the air.

So long ago, but I still remember When we fell in love at the Roseville Fair.

You were dressed in blue, and you looked so lovely, Just a gentle flower of a small town girl.

You took my hand, and we stepped to the music. And with a single smile, you became my world.

We courted well, and we courted dearly, And we'd rock for hours in the front porch chair{ Then a year went by from the time that I met you

And I made you mine at the Roseville Fair

So here's a song for all of the lovers, And here's a tune that they can share

May they dance all night to the fiddle and the banj o The way we did at the Roseville Fair.

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Ain't no use to sit and cry, Sail away ladies, sail away You'll be an angel by and by. Sail away ladies, sai l away

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Don’t you Rock me die-de-o (3) Sail away, ladies, sail away

I've got a home in Tennessee That's the place I wanna be

Come along, boys, and go with me,

We'll go down to Tennessee,

Hush, little baby, don't you cry, You'll be an angel by an' by,

If ever I get my new house done,

I'll give the old one to my son,

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Darling, I am growing old, Silver threads among the gold,

Shine upon my brow today, Life is fading fast away.

But, my darling, you will be, Always young and fair to me, Yes, my darling, you will be

Always young and fair to me.

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Darling, I am growing old, Silver threads among the gold,

Shine upon my brow today; Life is fading fast away.

When your hair is silver white,

And your cheeks no longer bright, With the roses of the May,

I will kiss your lips and say, Oh! My darling, mine alone, alone,

You have never older grown! Yes, my darling, mine alone, You have never older grown!

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Love can never more grow old, Locks may lose their brown and gold Cheeks may fade and hollow grow, But the hearts that love will know,

Never, never winter’s frost and chill Summer warmth is in them still;

Never winter’s frost and chill, Summer warmth is in them still. [5]

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Love is always young and fair, What use to us is silver hair,

Faded cheeks or steps grown slow, To the heart that beats below?

Since I kissed you, mine alone, alone, You have never older grown;

Since I kissed you, mine alone, You have never older grown.

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Silver Threads Among The Gold

Dar ling,- I am grow ing- old, Sil ver- threads a mong- the gold,

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I went down to St. James Infirmary,

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So sweet, so cool, so fair.

I went up to see the doctor, “She’s very low”, he said.

I went back to see my baby, Great God, she was lying there dead.

I went down to old Joe’s bar room, On the corner of the square.

They were serving the drinks as usual,

And the usual crowd was there,

On m left stood old Joe McKennedy, His eyes were bloodshot red,

He turned to the crowd stood around him,

And these were the words he said.

Let her go, let her go, God bless her

Wherever she may be, She may search the whole wide

world over, And she’ll never find a man like me

O, when I die, please bury me,

In my high-top Stetson hat, Put a gold piece on my watch chain, So they’ll know I died standing pat.

Get six gamblers to carry my coffin, And six girls to sing my song,

Put a jazz band on my tail gate, To raise hell as we go along.

Now that’s the end of my story, Let’s have another round of booze, And if anyone should ask you, just

tell them, I’ve got the St. James Infirmary blues

The St. James Infirmary

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There was a man in our town, I think his name was L em, He prayed for prohibition but he voted R-U-M

He helped to put the poison in his neighbour's C-U- P and now he laughs at us because we’re S-A-V-E-D

Chorus Oh G-L-O-R-Y ‘cos I’m S-A-V-E-D

H-A-P-P-Y to be F-R-Double E Oh V-I-C-T-O-R-Y from the bonds of S-I-N Glory, Glory, Hallelujah, Tra-la-la Amen

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Some folks jump up and down all night, and D-A-N-C- E while others go to church to show their brand new H -A-T

and on their face they put great gobs of P-A-I-N-T and then they'll have the brass to say they're S-A- V-E-D

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I know some girls in this town who are so N-I-C-E they do their hair in the latest styles, yes, B-O-B -B-E-D

they go to parties every night, drink W-I-N-E and then they'll have the brass to say they're S-A- V-E-D

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I've seen some boys lean back and puff their S-M-O- K-E while others chew and spit out all their J-U-I-C-E

they play their cards and shoot their guns and drin k their P-O-P and then they'll have the brass to say they're S-A- V-E-D

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Oh, Shenandoah, I long to hear you, Away, you rolling river

Oh, Shenandoah, I long to hear you Away, I'm bound away, cross the wide Missouri.

Oh, Shenandoah, I love your daughter,

Away, you rolling river Oh, Shenandoah, I love your daughter

Away, I'm bound away, cross the wide Missouri.

Oh, Shenandoah, I'm bound to leave you, Away, you rolling river

Oh, Shenandoah, I'm bound to leave you Away, I'm bound away, cross the wide Missouri.

Oh, Shenandoah, I long to see you,

Away, you rolling river Oh, Shenandoah, I long to see you

Away, I'm bound away, cross the wide Missouri.

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Well the dust storm came, and it came like thunder, It dusted us over, it dusted us under,

It blocked all the traffic and blocked out the sun, And straightway for home all the people did run (si ngin’...)

Chorus

The sweethearts sat in the dark and they sparked, They hugged and they kissed in that dusty old dark;

They sighed and they cried and they hugged and they kissed, But instead of marriage, they were talkin’ like the (Honey...)

Chorus

The telephone rang, it jumped off the wall, That was the preacher, a-makin’ his call,

He said “Kind Friends, this may be the end, You have you last chance at salvation from sin!”

Chorus

Well the churches was jammed and the churches was p acked, But that dusty old dust storm it blew so black,

That the preacher could not read a word of his text , So he folded his arms, and took off his specs. (say in’...)

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In South Australia I was born! Heave Away! Haul Away!

South Australia round Cape Horn! We’re bound for South Australia!

Heave away, you rolling king,

Heave away! Haul away! All the way you’ll hear me sing

We’re bound for South Australia!

As I walked out one morning fair Heave away! Haul away!

It's there I met Miss Nancy Blair And we're bound for South Australia

There ain't but one thing that grieves my

mind Heave away! Haul away!

It's to leave Miss Nancy Blair behind And we're bound for South Australia

I run her all night I run her all day

Heave away! Haul away! Run her before we sailed away

And we're bound for South Australia

I shook her up I shook her down Heave away! Haul away!

I shook her round and round and round And we're bound for South Australia

And as you wallop round Cape Horn

Heave away! Haul away! You'll wish to the Lord you’d never been

born And we're bound for South Australia

I wish I was on Australia's strand

Heave away! Haul away! With a bottle of whiskey in my hand And we're bound for South Australia

In South Australia my native land

Heave away! Haul away! Full of rocks, and fleas, and thieves, and

sand And we're bound for South Australia

South Australia

In South Aust ral- ia- I was born! Heave a way!- Haul a way!-

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As I walked out on the streets of Laredo, As I walked out in Laredo one day,

I spied a young cowboy all wrapped in white linen Wrapped in white linen as cold as the clay.

"I see by your outfit that you are a cowboy",

These words he did say as I boldly stepped by, "Come sit down beside me and hear my sad story,

I was shot in the breast and I know I must die."

"It was once in the saddle I used to go dashing, Once in the saddle I used to go gay,

First down to the dram-house and then to the card h ouse, Got shot in the breast, I am dying today."

"Let sixteen gamblers come handle my coffin,

Let sixteen cowboys come sing me a song, Take me to the graveyard and lay the sod o'er me,

For I'm a poor cowboy and I know I've done wrong."

"Then beat your drum slowly and play your fife lowl y, Beat the Dead March as you carry me along,

And fire your guns right over my coffin, For I'm a young cowboy and I know I've done wrong”

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I met my girl at Woolwich Pier, Beneath the big cra nes standing And oh, the love I felt for her, It passed all unde rstanding

Took her sailing on the river (Flow sweet river, fl ow) London town was mine to give her (Sweet Thames flow softly)

Made the Thames into a crown (Flow sweet river, flo w) Made a brooch of Silver town (Sweet Thames flow sof tly)

At London Yard I held her hand, At Blackwall Point I faced her At the Isle of Dogs I kissed her mouth, And tenderl y embraced her

Heard the bells of Greenwich ringing, (Flow sweet river, flow) All the time I had was singing, (Sweet Thames flow softly) Lighthouse Reach I gave her there, (Flow sweet riv er, flow)

As a ribbon for her hair, (Sweet Thames flow softl y)

From Putney Bridge to Nine Elms Reach, We cheek to cheek were dancing Her necklace made of London Bridge, Her beauty was enhancing

Kissed her once again at Wapping, (Flow sweet rive r, flow) After that there was no stopping, (Sweet Thames fl ow softly)

Gave her Hampton Court to twist, (Flow sweet rive r, flow) Into a bracelet for her wrist, (Sweet Thames flow softly)

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But now alas the tide has changed, My love she has gone from me And winter's frost has touched my heart, And put a blight upon me

Creeping fog is on the river, (Flow sweet river, flow) Sun and moon and stars gone with her, (Sweet Thame s flow softly)

Swift the Thames runs to the sea, (Flow sweet rive r, flow) Bearing ships and part of me, (Sweet Thames flow so ftly)

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This land is your land, this land is my land, From California to the New York Island,

From the redwood forest to the Gulf Stream water, This land was made for you and me

As I went walking that ribbon of highway,

I saw above me that endless skyway, I saw berlow me that golden valley, This land was made for you and me

Chorus

I roamed and rambled and I followed my footsteps,

O’er the sparkling sands of her diamond desert, While all around me a voice was sounding, saying

This land was made for you and me

Chorus

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Oh they sailed from England, and were almost to the shore, When the rich refused to associate with the poor,

So they put them down below, where they were the fi rst to go, It was sad when that great ship went down

Chorus

The boat was full of sin, and the sides about to bu rst, When the captain shouted, “A-women and children fir st”, Oh, the captain tried to wire, but the lines were a ll on fire,

It was sad when that grat ship went down

Chorus

Oh, they swung the lifeboats out oer the deep and r aging sea, When the band struck up with, “A Nearer My God to T hee”

Little children wept and cried, as the waves swept o’er the side, It was sad when that great ship went down

Chorus

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There once was a union maid, She never was afraid, Of goons and ginks and company finks, and the deput y sheriffs who made the raid,

She went to the union hall, When a meeting it was c alled, And when the Legion boys came 'round, She always st ood her ground.

Oh you can't scare me, I'm sticking to the union,

I'm sticking to the union, I'm sticking to the unio n, Oh you can't scare me, I'm sticking to the union,

I'm sticking to the union, 'Till the day I die

This union maid was wise, To the tricks of Company spies, She couldn't be fooled by a company stool, She'd a lways org anise the guys;

She'd always get her way When she struck for better pay, She'd show her card to the National Guard, And this is what she's say

So Gals who want to be free, Just take a tip from m e,

Get you a man, who's a union man, And join the Ladi es' Auxilliary. Married life ain't hard, When you've got a union c ard,

A union man has a happy life When he's got a union wife.

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There's a pretty little village far away.

Where they grow the new potatoes, corn and hay There's a pretty little rill,

By the side of a water wheel; And the wheel it keeps a-turning all the day. Now there's a lot of little houses in a lump.

And a pub they call "The Magpie On The Stump" But the thing that you should see,

And the pride of you and me. And the pride of all the village is the pump.

The Village Pump

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Chorus The village pump, The village pump,

The village P.U.M.P. pump you buggers pump The village pump, The village pump,

The village P.U.M.P. pump you buggers pump

Now the squire he was fond of lots of fun. So when his eldest son was twenty-one

He gave a great big treat, There were lots of things to eat,

And each kiddie had a halfpenny and a bun. Now there were races where you hopped & skipped & j umped

And candy for each one, a great big lump. But to celebrate the day, In the proper sort of way.

He put a brand new handle on the pump!

Chorus

Now the funniest chap that I have ever seen, Gave a temperance lecture down here on the green

He said "you folk down here Are far too fond of beer"

And he spouted like a parish magazine. Now he ran down "The Magpie On The Stump"

And gave us all a great big blooming hump. He said "Water, that's for me"

So "right you are" said we And we gave him plenty of it from the pump.

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From the great Atlantic Ocean to the wide Pacific S hore, From sunny California to icebound Labrador,

She’s mighty tall and handsome, She’s known quite w ell by all, She’s the ‘boes accommodation on the Wabash Cannon Ball

Chorus Listen to the jingle, the rumble and the roar,

As she glides along the woodlands. through the hill s and by the shore.

Hear the mighty rush of the engine, hear those lone some hoboes squall

While travelling through the jungle on the Wabash C annon Ball.

Chorus

Our eastern states are dandy, so the people always say, From New York to St. Louis and Chicago by the way,

From the hills of Minnesota where rippling watres f all, No changes can be taken on the Wabash Cannon Ball.

Chorus

Now here’s to Boston Blackey, may his name forever stand,

And always be remembered by the ‘boes throughout th e land, His eartly days are over and the curtains round him fall,

We’ll carry him home to victory on the Wabash Canno n Ball

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I know dark clouds will gather round me, I know my way is rough and steep,

But beauteous fields lie just beyond me, Where souls redeemed their vigil keep

I’m going there to meet my mother, She said she’d meet me when I come,

I’m just a-going over Jordan I’m just going over home.

I want to wear a crown of glory,

When I get to that promised land, I want to shout Salvation’s story,

In concert with that holy band. I’m going there to meet my Saviour,

To sing his praises evermore, I’m only going over Jordan, I’m only going over home.

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Chorus What's the life of a man anymore than a leaf

A man has his season, so why should we grieve Though all thru this life, we appear fine and gay

Like the leaves we will wither and soon fade away

As I was a walking one morning at ease A viewing the leaves as they fell from the trees

All in slow motion appearing to be And those that had withered, they fell from the tre es

Chorus

If you'd seen the leaves just a few days ago So beautiful and bright they all seemed to grow A frost came upon them and withered them all

A storm came upon them and down they did fall

Chorus

If you look in the churchyard, there you will see Those that have passed like the leaves from the tre es

When age and affliction upon us do fall Like the leaves we must wither and down we must fal l

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Chorus There’s nothing as quiet as a night with no music,

Or dark as a night with no stars. And nothing as lonesome as a cold lonely room

Wondering all night where you are.

As we walked together, the music was playing. It whispered soft through the trees.

With your arms around me, I whispered “I love you”, And the words seemed to float on the breeze.

Chorus

Now Robert has played his last tune for the night,

And Martin has sung his last song, All the mandolins, guitars and banjos are quiet

And all the good friends have gone home.

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Oh, I told the undertaker,

“Undertaker please drive slow, For this body you are hauling,

Lord, I hate to see her go.”

Chorus

I will follow close behind her, Try to hold up and be brave;

But I could not hide my sorrow, When they laid her in the grave

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I will build my love a bower, By yon clear and crystal fountain,

And on it I will pile, All the flowers of the mountain

Chorus

If my true love, she won’t have me,

I will surely find another To pull wild mountain thyme

All around the blooming heather

Chorus

Oh, the summer time is coming, And the trees are sweetly blooming

And the wild mountain thyme Grows around the blooming heather

Chorus

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I went to an Ale-house I used to frequent, And I told the land-lady my money was spent, I asked her for credit, she answered me “Nay,

Such a custom as yours I could have any day.”

Chorus

I took 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 spoke were only in jest.”

Chorus

I’ll go home to my parents, confess what I’ve done And I’ll ask them to pardon their prodigal son. And if the they forgive me as ofttimes before Sute I never will play the wild rover no more.

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Old man Sargent sitting at the desk, The damned old fool won't give us no rest.

He'd take the nickels off a dead man's eyes, To buy a Coca-cola and an Eskimo Pie.

Chorus: I've got the blues, I've got the blues,

I've got the Winnsboro Cotton Mill blues, Lordy, lo rdy, spoolin's hard, You know and I know, I don't have to tell:

Work for Tom Watson, got to work like hell. I've got the blues, I've got the blues,

I've got the Winnsboro Cotton Mill blues,

When I die, don't bury me at all, Just hang me up o n the spoolroom wall. Place a knotter in my hand, So I can spool in the P romised Land.

When I die, don't bury me deep, Bury me down on 600 Street,

Place a bobbin in each hand, So I can doff in the P romised Land,

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It takes a worried man to sing a worried song (x3) I’m worried now, but I won’t be worried long.

I went across the river, and I lay down to sleep ( x3)

When I woke up, had shackles on my feet

Twenty nine links of chain around my leg (x3) And on each link, an initial of my name

I asked that judge, tell me, what's gonna be my fin e (x3)

Twenty one years on the Rocky Mountain line

The train I drive, is seventeen coaches long (x3) The girl I love, she's on that train and gone

I looked down the track, as far as I could see (x3 )

A little bitty hand, was waving after me

If anyone should ask you, who made up this song (x 3) Tell 'em it was me, and I sing it all day long

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The other night dear, as I lay sleeping, I dreamed I held you in my arms.

When I awoke dear, I was mistaken So I hung my head and I cried.

Chorus

You are my sunshine, my only sunshine, You make me happy when skies are grey.

You’ll never know dear, how much I miss you, Please don’t take my sunshine away.

Chorus

I’ll always love you and make you happy,

If you will only say the same. But if you leave me to love another,

You’ll regret it all some day

Chorus

You told me once dear, you really loved me, And no one else could come between.

Bu now you’ve left me and love another, You have shattered all of my dreams.