AIN'T GONNA GRIEVE MA LORDOh the deacon went down , to the cellar to prayOut went the lights, and he stayed all day.Oh the deacon went down in the cellar to prayOut went the lights and he stayed all dayI ain't gonna grieve ma Lord no more.

I ain't gonna grieve ma Lord no moreI ain't gonna grieve ma Lord no moreI ain't gonna grieve ma Lord no more.

On one fine day and it won't be long,You'll look for me and I'll be gone......

You can't go to heaven in a sleeping bag,For there ain't no room for your wings to wag......

Oh if you get to Heaven before I do,Just bore a hole and pull me through......

"that's all there is there ain't no more,"Saint Peter said as he shut the door.

AIN'T SHE SWEETAin't she sweet, See her coming down the street,Now I ask you very confidentially,Ain't she sweet?

Ain't she nice, look her over once or twice,Now I ask you very confidentially, Ain't she nice?

Just cast your eye in her direction,Oh! me Oh! my, Ain't that perfection?I repeat,Don't you think thats kind of neat?And I ask you very confidentially, Ain't she sweet?

ALL MY LOVINGClose your eyes and I'll kiss you,Tomorrow I'll miss you, Remember I'll always be true,And then while I'm away,I'll write home every day, andI'll send all my loving to you.

All my loving I will send to youAll my loving darling I'll be true.

I'll pretend that I'm kissing the lips I am missing,Hoping my dreams will all come true.And then while I'm away,I'll write home every day,And send all my loving to you.(repeat 1st verse and chorus)

ANY DREAM WILL DOI closed my eyes, drew back the curtainTo see for certain, what I thought I knewFar, far away, someone was weepingBut the world was sleeping, any dream will do.

I wore my coat, with coloured liningBright colours shining, wonderful and newAnd in the east, the dawn was breakingThe world was waking, any dream will do.

A crash of drums, a flash of lightMy golden cloak flew out of sightThe colours faded into darknessI was left alone.

May I return to the beginning,The light is dimming, and the dream is tooThe world and I, we are still waiting,Still hesitating, any dream will do.

A'ROVINGIn Amsterdam there lives a maidMark well what I do sayIn Amsterdam there lives a maidAnd she is mistress of her tradeI'll go no more a'roving with you fair maid

A'roving, A'roving, Since roving's been my ru-eye-inI'll go no more a'roving with you fair maid

I met her first when home from seaHome from the coast of AfriceeWith pockets lined with good monie;

O! didn't I tell her stories trueAnd didn't I tell her whoppers tooOf the gold we found in Timbuctoo!

But when we'd spent by blooming screwAnd the whole of the gold from TimbuctooShe cut her stick and vanished too;

BABY FACEBaby face, you've got the cutest little baby faceThere's not another one could take your place,Baby face,My poor heart is jumpin', you sure have started somethin'Baby face;I'm up in heaven when I'm in your fond embrace,I didn't need a shove,'Cause I just fell in love with your pretty baby face.

BABYLONBy the waters, the waters of BabylonWe lay down and wept, and wept, for the ZionWe remember thee, remember thee, remember thee, Zion

BANANA BOAT SONGDay-oh! Day-oh!Daylight's come and we want to go home.Day-oh! Day-oh!Daylight's come and I want to go home.

Work all night on a drink of rum.Daylight come and we want to go home,Pack de banana till de mornin' comeDaylight come and we want to go home.

Come, mister tallyman, tally me banana,Daylight come and we want to go home,Come, mister tallyman, tally me banana,Daylight come and we want to go home.

BILL BAILEY"Won't you come home, Bill Bailey, won't you come home?"She moans the whole day long,"I'll do de cooking, darling, I'll pay de rent:I knows I've done you wrong.'Member dat rainy eve dat I drove you out,Wid nothing but a fine-tooth comb!I know I's to blame,Well, ain't dat a shame?Bill Bailey, won't you please come home?"

BILLY BOYWhere have you been all the day, Billy boy, Billy boy,Where have you been all the day, me Billy boy?I've been walkin' all the day with me charmin' Nancy GreyAnd me Nancy kittled me fancy, O me charmin' Billy Boy.

Is she fit to be your wife, Billy boy, Billy boy?Is she fit to be your wife, me Billy boy?She's as fit to be my wife, as the fork is to the knife,And me Nancy kittled me fancy, O me charmin' Billy Boy.BLESS 'EM ALLThey say there are walking clubs all over town,Right down from the Cross to the Quay,Crowded all out with bull-slinging men,Walkers as tough as can be!There's many an old hand who's done all there is,Many a scum signing on,We're all in together, in fair or foul weather,So cheer up my lads, bless 'em all!

Bless 'em all, bless' em all,The long and the short and the tall,Bless all the bull-ants and snakes on the Cox,Bless all the leeches, the blowflies, the rocks,Now we're saying good-bye to them all,As back to the flesh-pots we crawl,It's a long treck to Gearin's, from these ruddy clearin's,But cheer up my lads, bless 'em all!

They say that by walking you'll keep yourself fit,But we've heard that tale before,Thrashing about in the scrub and the muck,Starving, half-beggared and sore,There's many a prospective that's been taken in

Hook, line and sinker and all,Whose mates all wax fitter on bad girls and liquor,But cheer up my lads, bless 'em all!

They say that the leader is such a nice chap,O, what a tale to tell,Ask for a breather on Hearbreaker Ridge,Promptly he'll answer, "Like hell!"There's many a walker who's now just a wreck,Who screams if you mention a trip,But when we get plastered, we'll fix that old bastardSo cheer up my lads, bless 'em all!

BLOWING IN THE WINDHow many roads must a man walk downBefore you call him a manYes, 'n how many seas must a white dove sailbefore she sleeps in the sand?Yes, -'n' how many times must the cannon balls flyBefore they-re forever banned?

The answer my friend is blowing in the windThe answer is blowing in the wind.

How many times must a man look upBefore he can see the sky?and how many ears must one man haveBefore he can hear people cry?and how many deaths will it take till he knowsThat too many people have died?

How many years can a mountain existBefore it`s washed to the sea?and how many years can some people existBefore they're allowed to be free?and how many times can a man turn his headpretending he just doesn't see?

BORN FREEBorn free, as free as the wind blowsAs free as the grass grows, born free to follow your heart,Live free and beauty surrounds you,The world still astounds you, each time for look at a star.

Stay free, where no walls divide you,You're free as a roaring tide,So there's no need to hide;Born free and life is worth livingBut only worth living'Cause you're born free.

BOTANY BAYFarewell to old England for everFarewell to my old friends as wellFarewell to the well known Old BaileyWhere I used for to cut such a swell

Singing toorali oorali addity, Singing toorali oorali aySinging toorali oorali addity, We're bound for Botany Bay.

There's the captain as is our commanderThere's the bosun and all the ship's crewThere's the first and the second class passengersKnows what we poor convicts goes through.

'Tain't leaving old England we cares about'Tain't cos we misspells wot we knowsBut becos all we light fingered gentryHops around with a log on our toes.

Oh had I the wings of a turtle doveI'd soar on my pinions so highSlap bang to the arms of my Polly loveAnd in her sweet presence I'd die.

Now all my young Dookies and DuchessesTake warning from what I've to sayMind all is your own as you touchessesOr you'll find us in Botany Bay.

BOTH SIDES NOWBows and flows of angel's hair;and ice cream castles in the air;And feather canyons everywhere;I've looked at clouds that way.But now they only block the sun,they rain and snow on everyone;So many things I would have done,but clouds got in my way.

I've looked at clouds from both sides now;from up and down - but still somehow,It's cloud's illusions I recall;I really don't know clouds at all.

Moons and Junes and ferris wheelsthe dizzy dancing way you feel;

When every fairy tale comes real:I've looked at love that way,But now it's just another showyou leave them laughing when you go;And if you care don't let them know,don't give yourself away.

I've looked at love from both sides now;From give and take - but still somehow,It's love's illusions I recall;I really don't know love at all.

Tears and fears and feeling proud;To say "I love you" right out loud;Dreams and schemes and circus crowds;

I've looked at life that way,But now old friends are acting strange,they shake their heads,They say I've changed; But something'slost but something's gained,In living every day.

I've looked at life from both sides now;From win and lose but still somehow,it's life's illusions I recall:

I really don't know life at all.

BOUND FOR SOUTH AUSTRALIAOh South Australia is my homeHeave a-way, haul a-wayFrom South Australia I'll ne'er roamAnd we're bound for South AustraliaHeave a-way you ruler kingHeave a-way, haul a-wayHeave a-way and hear me singWe're bound for South Australia.

BRISBANE LADIESFarewell and adieu to you, sweet Brisbane ladies,Farewell and adieu to you girls of Toowong,For we've sold all our cattle, and have to be moving,But we hope we shall see you again before long.

We'll rant and we'll roar like true Queensland drovers,We'll rant and we'll roar as onwards we push,Until we get back to the Augathella Station,For it's flaming dry going through the old Queenslandbush.

The first camp we make, we shall call it the Quart-pot,Caboolture, then Kilcoy and Colinton's Hut;We'll pull up at the Stone House, Bob Williamson'spaddock,

And early next morning we cross the Blackbutt.

Then on to Taromeo and Yarraman Creek, lads,It's there we shall make our next camp for the day,Where the water and grass are both plenty and sweet, lads,And maybe we'll butcher a fat little stray.

BY THE LIGHT OF THE SILVERY MOONBy the light of the Silvery Moon, I want to spoon,To my Honey I'll croon love's tune,Honeymoon keep a shining in June,Your silvery beams will bring love's dreams,We'll be cuddling soon, By the silvery moon.

By the light-not the dark but the light-Of the silvery moon - not the sun but the moon -I want to spoon - not knife but spoon-To my Honey I'll croon love's tune.Honeymoon - not the sun but the moon-Keep a shining in June - not July but JuneYour silvery beams will bring love's dreams,We'll be cuddling soon, By the silvery moon.

BYE BYE BLACKBIRDPack up all my cares and woe,Here I go singing low, bye bye blackbird,Where somebody waits for me,Sugars sweet so is she,Bye Bye blackbird,No one here can love and understand me,Oh, what hard luck stories they all hand me,Make my bed and light the light,I'll arrive late tonight,Blackbird, bye bye.

BYE BYE LOVEBye Bye love, bye bye happiness, hello loneliness,I think I'm gonna cry,Bye bye love, bye bye sweet caress, hello emptiness,I feel like I'm gonna die,bye bye my love goodbye

There goes my baby, with someone new,She sure looks happy, I sure am blue,She was my baby, till he stepped in,Goodbye to romance that might have been

I'm through with romance, I'm through with love,I'm through with counting, The stars above.And here's the reason that I'm so free,my lovin' baby is through with me.

CAN'T BUY ME LOVEI'll buy you a diamond ring, my friend, if it makes you feel alrightI'll get you anything, my friend, if it makes you fell alrightFor I don't care too much for money, for money can't buy me loveI'll give you all I've got to give if you say you love me, tooI may not have a lot to give, but what I've got I'll give to youFor I don't care too much for money, for money can't buy me love

Can't buy me love, ev'rybody tells me soCan't buy me love, no, no, no, no!

Say you don't need no diamond ring and I'll be satisfiedTell me that you want those kind of things that money just can't buyFor I don't care too much for money, for money can't buy me love

CARNIVAL IS OVERSay goodbye, my own true lover, as we sing a lover's song,How it breaks my heart to leave you, now the carnival is gone.High above the dawn is waking, and my tears are falling rain,For the carnival is over, we may never meet again.

Like a drum my heart was beating, and your kiss was sweet as wine,But the joys of life are fleeting, for Pierrot and Columbine.Now the harbour light is calling, this will be a our last goodbye,'Tho the carnival is over, I will love you 'till I die.

CATS IN THE CRADLEMy child arrived just the other day;He came to the world in the usual way,But there were planes to catch, and bills to pay,He learned to walk while I was away.And he was talk-in "fore I knew it.

And as he grew he'd say,"I'm gonna be like you, Dad,You know I'm gonna be like you"

And the cat's in the cradle and the silver spoon,Little boy blue and the man in the moon"When you comin' home Dad""I don't know when, but we'll get together then Son,Yeah - You know we'll have a good time then".

My son turned ten just the other day.He said, "Thanks for the ball, Dad. Come on, let's play,Can you teach me to throw?" - I said "not today,I've got a lot to do". He daid, "That's okay."And then he walked away, but his smile never dimmed.It said, I'm gonna be like him, yeah. I'm gonna be like him"

Well he came from college just the other day,so much like a man I just had to say,"Son, I'm proud of you, Can you sit for a while?"He shook his head and he said with a smile,"What I'd really like, Dad, is to borrow the car keys.See you later. Can I have them please?"

I've long since retired, my son's moved away.I called him up just the other day.I said, I'd like to see you if you don't mind."He said, "I'd love to, Dad, if I can find the timeYou see, my new job's a hassle and the kids have the flu,but it's sure nice talkin' to you, Dad. It's been sure nice talkin' to you."

And as I hung up the phone it occurred to me,he'd grown up just like me. My boy was just like me

CHARLIE IS MY DARLINGOh, Charlie is my darling, my darling, my darling,Oh, Charlie is my darling, the young chevalier.

'Twas on a Monday morning, right early in the year,When Charlie came to our town, the young Chevalier.

As he came marchin' up the street, the pipes played loud and clear,And all the folk came runnin' out, to meet the Chevalier.

CLEMENTINEIn a cavern, in a canyon, excavating for a mine,Dwelt a miner, forty-niner, and his daughter, Clementine.

Oh my darling, oh my darling, oh my darling Clementine,Thou art lost and gone forever, dreadful sorry Clementine.

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

Drove she duckling to the water,ev'ry morning just at nine;Hit her foot against a splinter, fell into the foaming brine.

Saw her lips above the water,blowing bubbles mighty fine,But alas! I was no swimmer, so I lost my Clementine.

In a corner of the churchyard,where the myrtle boughs entwine;Grow the roses in their posies, fertilized by Clementine.

Then the miner, forty-niner, soon began to peak and pine;Thought he oughter join his daughter - now he's with his Clementine.

In my dreams she still doth haunt me, robed in garments soaked in brine:Though in life I used to hug her, now she's dead I'll draw the line.

How I missed her, how I missed her, how I missed my Clementine;'Till I kissed her little sister, and forgot my Clementine.

CLIMBER'S CELMENTINEOn a rock-face, close to Leura, where the clouded cliffs incline,Clung a climber, fine old timer, and his daughter Clementine.

O my darling, O my darling O my climbing Clementine,Thou are lost and gone forever, dreadful sorry, Clementine.

She was dancing, like a fairy, out on ninety foot of line,While her father, nervous rather, fast belayed his Clementine.

From a cliff top I was watching, thinking, "O that she were mine.She's so lovely from abovely is my climbing Clementine."

Saw her groping, vainly hoping, or a handhold mighty fine;But alack there was no crack there , to support my Clementine.

The the climber, fine old-timer, anxious for his Clementine,Shouted "Hi, Sir, you up there, Sir, won't you drop my girl a line."

Quick as thought I hitched my nylon, to a belay crystalline,Standing firm as any pylon, dropped the rope to Clementine.

And she grasped it, swiftly passed it, round her slender waist divine,Up I drew her quite secure, so I saved my Clementine.

Then she rose up, cocked her nose up, with a glance that chilled my spine,"I'd no need, Sir, of your lead, Sir, or your help," said Clementine.

So I parted, broken-hearted, from the dreams that once were mine,Gave all hope up, coiled the rope up, said goodbye to Clementine.

Then the climber, fine old-timer, stood me lots and lots of wine -Now I'd rather climb with father than his haughty Clementine.

CLICK GO THE SHEARSOut on the board the old shearer stands,Grasping his shears in his thin bony hands.

Fixed is his gaze on a bare bellied Yoe,Glory if he gets her, won't he make the ringer go.

Click go the shears boys, click, click, click,Wide is his blow and his hands move quickThe ringer looks around and is beaten by a blow,And curses the old snagger with the bare bellied Yoe.

In the middle of the floor in his cane-bottomed chairSits the boss of the board with his eyes everywhere;Notes well each fleece as it comes to the screen,Paying strict attention that it's taken off clean.

The tar boy is there, waiting in demand,With his blackened tar pot in his tarry hand,Sees one old sheep with a cut upon it's back,Here is what he's waiting for, it's "Tar here, Jack"

Shearing is all over and we've all got out cheques,Roll up your swags boys, we're off on the track,The first pub we come to, it's there we'll have a spree,And everyone that comes along it's come and drink with me!

Down by the bar, the old shearer stand,Grasping his glass in his thin bony hands,Fixed is his gaze on a green painted kigGlory he'll get down on her, ere he stirs a peg.

There we leave him standing, shouting for all hands,Whilst all around every shouter stands,His eyes are on the cask which now is lowering fast,He works hard, he drinks hard, and goes to hell at last.

CONSIDER YOURSELFConsider yourself our mate,We don't want to have no fuss,For after some consideration, we can state,Consider yourself one of us

Consider yourself at home,Consider yourself one of the family,We don't have a lot to spare, who cares,whatever we've got we share.

Nobody tries to be la-dee-dah and upperty,There's a cup of tea for all,Only it's wise to be handy with the rollin' pin,When the landlord comes to call.

Consider yourself our mateWe don't want to have no fuss,For after some consideration, we can state,Consider yourself, one of us.

COCKLES AND MUSSELSIn Dublin's fair city, where girls are so pretty,I first set my eyes on sweet Molly Malone,As she wheeled her wheelbarrowThro' streets broad and narrow,Crying, Cockles and Mussels! alive, alive-oh!

Aliv-oh, alive-oh, aliv-oh, alive-ohCrying, Cockles and Mussels! alive, alive-oh!

She was a fishmonger, but sure 'twas no wonder,For so were her father and mother before,And they each wheeled their barrowThro' streets broad and narrow,Crying, Cockles and Mussels! alive, alive-oh!

She died of a fever, and no one could save her,And that was the end of sweet Molly Malone.But her ghost wheels her barrow thro' streets broad and narrowCrying, Cockles and Mussels! alive, alive-oh!

COTTON FIELDSWhen I was a little bitty babyMy mamma would rock me in the cradleIn dem old cotton fields back homeIt was down in LouisianaJust about a mile from TexicanaIn dem old cotton fields back home

Oh when dem cotton balls get rottenYou can`t pick very much cottonIn dem old cotton fields back homeIt was down in LouisianaJust about a mile from TexicanaIn dem old cotton fields back home.

DAISY A DAYHe remembers the first time he met herHe remembers the first thing she saidHe remembers the first time he held herAnd the night that she came to his bedHe remembers her sweet way of sayingHoney, has somethin' gone wrongHe remembers the fun and the teasin'And the reason he wrote her this song

I'll give you a daisy a day dearI'll give you a daisy a dayI'll love you until the rivers run stillAnd the four winds we know blow away

They would walk down the street in the evenin'And for years I would see them go byAnd their love that was more than the clothes that they woreCould be seen in the gleam of their eyeAs a kid they would take me for candy and I'd love to go tagging alongWe'd hold hands while we walked to the cornerAnd the old man would sing her his song

Now he walks down the street in the eveningand he stops by the old candy storeAnd I somehow believe he's believingHe's holdin' her hand like beforeFor he feels all her love walkin' with himAnd he smiles at the things she might sayThen the old man walks up to the hilltopAnd gives her a daisy a day.

DANNY BOYOh, Danny Boy, the pipes, the pipes are callingFrom glen to glen and down the mountain side;The summers gone, and all the leaves are falling,It's you, it's you must go, and I must bide.

But when ye back when summers in the meadow,Or when the valley's hushed and white with snow,It's I'll be here, in sunshine or in shadowOh Danny Boy, oh Danny Boy, I love you so.

But when ye come, and all the flowers are dying,If I am dead as dead as I well may beYe'll come and find the place where I am lying,And kneel and say an "Ave" there for me.

And I shall hear though soft you tread above meAnd all my grave will warmer sweeter be,For you will bend and tell me that you love me,And I shall sleep in peace until you come to me.

DONKEY SERENADE

DON'T FENCE ME INOh give me land lots of land under starry skies aboveDon't fence me inLet me ride through the wide open country that I loveDon't fence me in,Let me be by myself in the evening breezeListen to the murmur of the cottonwood treesSend me off forever but I ask you pleaseDon't fence me in.

Just turn me looseLet me straddle my old saddle underneath the western skiesOn my cayuseLet me wander over yonder until I see the mountains riseI want to ride to the ridge where the west commencesGaze at the moon till I lose my sensesI can't look at hobbles and I can't stand fencesDon't fence me in.

DOUBLE BUNKINGI heard this sad song-oh on the Orongorongo,"No more double-bunking, double bunking for me"I said to the vocalist, "Oh, why do you so insist,"no more double bunking, double bunking for me"

No more double-bunking, double-bunking,double-bunking,No more double-bunking, double bunking for me.

He said, "I've had a gutsful Of tramps where the hut's full;No more double-bunking, double bunking for me,

I've weakened and lost weight, I'm nervously prostrate,No more double-bunking, double-bunking for me.

"My tongue's covered with fur, too, And I can't eat my burgoo;

No more double-bunking, double-bunking for me,

I'm washed out like a dish-rag, I've ruptured my sleeping-bag;No more double bunking, double-bunking for me"

Henceforth and hereafter I'll sleep on a rafter,On a peak or a pinnacle, or under a waterfall,On sand or on shingle; But I'm going to sleep single;No more double-bunking, double bunking for me."

DOWNTOWNWhen you`re alone and life is making you lonelyYou can always go DowntownWhen you`ve got worries all the noise and the hurrySeem to help, I know Downtown

Just listen to the music of the traffic in the cityLinger on the sidewalks where the neon signs are prettyHow can you lose? The lights are much brighter thereYou can forget all your troubles, forget all your caresSo go Downtown

Things will be great when you`re DowntownNo finer place for sure DowntownEverythings waiting for you Downtown.

Don't hang around and let your problems surround youThere are movie shows Downtown`Maybe you know some little places to goTo where they never close DowntownJust listen to the rhythm of a gentle Bossa-NovaYou'll be dancing with 'em too before the night is overHappy again.DREAM A LITTLE DREAM

DROVER'S DREAM

One night while travellingsheep, my companions lay asleep,There was not a star to 'luminate the sky,I was dreaming I suppose, for my eyes were nearly closed,When a very strange procession passed me by.

First there came a kangaroo with his swag of blankets blue,A dingo ran beside him as his mate,They were travelling mighty fast, but they shouted as they passed,"We'll have to jog along, it's getting late."

The pelican and the crane, they came from off the plain.To amuse the company with a Highland Fling,The dear old bandicoot played a tune upon his flute,And the native bears sat round them in a ring.

The dingo and the crow sang us songs of long ago,While the frill-necked lizard listened with a smile;And the emu standing near with a claw up to his ear,Said "Funniest thing I've heard for quite a while".

The frogs from out the swamp, where the atmosphere is damp,Came bounding in and sat upon the stone,They each unrolled their swags, and produced from out their bags,

The violin, the banjo and the bones.

The goanna and the snake and the adder wide awake,With the alligator danced the "Soldiers Joy,"In the spreading silky oak, the Jackass cracked a joke,And the magpie sang the "Wild Colonial Boy".

Some brolgas darted out from the ti-trees all about,And performed a set of Lancers very well,Then the parrot green and blue gave the orchestra it's cue,To strike up "The Old Log Cabin in the Dell".

I was dreaming I suppose, of these entertaining shows,But it never crossed my mind I was asleep.'Till the boss beneath the cart, woke me up with such a start,Yelling, "Dreamy, where the hell are all the sheep?"

THE DYING STOCKMANA strapping young stockman lay dying,His saddle supporting his head;His two mates around him were sighing,As he rose on his elbow and said:

"Wrap me up in my stockwhip and blanket,and bury me deep down below,Where the dingoes and crows won't molest me,In the shade where the coolibahs grow."

Oh had I the wings of an eagle,Far over the plains I would fly,And there in the arms of my true love,I would say as I lay down to die.

Give Wongi my saddle and blanket,Give Billy my bullets of lead,That these two truefriends of my childhood,May remember a stockman who's dead.

Oh, hark to the wail of the dingo,And hear the hoarse voice of the crow,They call to a dying young stockman,To haste to his bed down below.

So chop down a pair of young saplings,Place one at my head and my toe;Carve on them crossed stockwhips and saddle,To show there's a stockman below

Make tea in the battered old billy,Set the pannikins out in a row;And we'll drink ro our next merry meetingsIn the place where all good stockmen go.

And oft in the shade of a sheoak,Where the soft breezes murmur so low,When the sweet wattle blossom is blooming,Spare a thought for the stockman below.

EARLY ONE MORNINGEarly one morning, just as the sun was rising,I heard a maid sing in the valley below:

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

Oh gay is the garland and fresh are the roses,I've culled from the garden to bind on thy brow.

Remember the vows that you made to your Mary,Remember the bower where you promised to be true.

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

EDELWEISSEdelweiss, EdelweissEvery morning you greet meSmall and white, clean and brightYou look happy to meet meBlossom of snow, may you bloom and growBloom and grow foreverEdelweiss, EdelweissBless my homeland forever

ELEANOR RIGBYOh, look at all the lonely people!Oh, look at all the lonely people

Eleanor Rigby picks up the rice in the church where a wedding has beenLives in a dream, waits at the window, wearing a facethat she keeps in a jar by the door. who is it for?All the lonely people, where do they all come from?All the lonely people, where do they all belong?

Father McKenzie, writing the words of a sermon that no one will hearNo one comes near.Look at him working, darning his socks in the night when there's nobody there.What does he care?All the lonely people Where do they all come from?All the lonely people, Where do they all belong?

Eleanor Rigby died in the church and was buried along with her name.Nobody came.Father McKenzie wiping the dirt from his hands as he walks from the graveNo one was savedAll the lonely people, where do they all come from?All the lonely people, where do they all belong?

EVERYBODY'S TALKING AT MEEverybody's talking at me, I don't hear a word they're sayingOnly the echoes of my mind,People stopping staring. I can't see their facesOnly the shadows of their eyes.

I'm going where the sun keeps shining through the pouring rainGoing where the weather suits my clothesBanking off of the north east wind - sailing on a summer breeze

Skipping over the ocean like a stone (Repeat)Wa-wa-wa-wa, wa-wa-wa-wa, wa-wa-wa-wa

Everybody's talking at me, I don't hear a word they're sayingOnly the echoes of my mindAnd I won't let you leave my love behindNo, I won't let you leave my love behindAnd I won't let you leave.

FIRE'S BURNINGFire's burning, fire's burningDraw nearer, draw nearerIn the gloaming, in the gloaming,Come sit and be merry.

FIVE HUNDRED MILESIf you miss the train I'm on, you will know that I am gone,You can hear the whistle blow a hundred miles.A hundred miles, a hundred miles, a hundred miles, a hundred milesYou can hear the whistle blow a hundred miles.

Lord I'm one, Lord I'm two, Lord I'm three, Lord I'm four,Lord I'm five hundred miles from my home,Five hundred miles, five hundred miles,Five hundred miles, five hundred miles,Lord I'm five hundred miles from my home.

Not a shirt on my back, Not a penny to my name,Lord, I can't go back home this a-way,This a-way, this a-way, this a-way, this a-way,Lord, I can't go back home this a-way.

If you miss the train I'm on you will know that I am gone,You can hear the whistle blow a hundred miles.

FOGGY, FOGGY DEWWhen I was a bach'lor, I lived all alone,I worked at the weaver's trade,And the only, only thing that I ever did wrongWas to woo a fair young maid.I wooed her in the winter time,And in the summer, too;And the only, only thing that I ever did wrong,Was to keep her from the foggy, foggy dew.

One night she knelt close by my side, when I was fast asleep,She threw her arms around my neck, and then began to weep.She wept, she cried, she damn near died -Oh Lord, what could I do?So all night long I held her in my arms,Just to keep her from the foggy, foggy dew.

Again I am a bach'lor, I live with my son,We work at the weaver's trade,And every single time that I look into his eyes,He reminds me of the fair young maid.He reminds me of the wintertime,

And of the summer, too,And of the many, many times that I held her in my arms,Just to keep her from the foggy, foggy dew.

GALWAY BAYIf you ever go across the sea to IrelandThen maybe at the closing of the dayYou will sit and watch the moon rise over CladdaghAnd see the sun go down o'er Galway Bay.

Just to hear the ripple of the trout stream,The women in the meadow making hay,And to sit beside a turf fire in the cabinand watch the barefoot gossoons at their play.

For the breezes blowing o'er the seas from IrelandAre perfumed by the heather as they blowand the women in the uplands diggin' praties,Speak a language that the strangers do not know.

For the strangers came and tried to teach us their ways,They scorned us just for being what we are,But they might as well go chasing after moonbeams,Or light a penny candle from a star.

And if there is going to be a life hereafter,And somehow I am sure there's going to be,I will ask my God to let me make my heaven,In that dear land across the Irish Sea.

GENDARMES' DUETWe're public guardians bold and wary,And of ourselves we take good care;To risk our precious lives we're chary -When danger looms we're never there.But when we meet a helpless womanOr little boys that do no harm,

We run them in, we run them in,We run them in, we run them in,We show them we're the bold gendarmes.We run them in, we run them in,We run them in, we run them in,We show them we're the bold gendarmes.

Sometimes our duty's extra-mural -And little butterflies we chase;We like to gambol in things rural;Commune with nature face to face.Unto our beats then back returning,Refreshed by nature's holy charms.

If gentlemen do make a riot,And punch each other's heads at night;We're quite disposed to keep it quiet,Provided that they make it right,But if they do not seem to see it,Or give to us our proper terms:

GIRL WITH THE BLACK VELVET BANDIt was in the city of London, In apprenticeship I was boundAnd many's the gay old hour I spent in that dear old town.One day as I was walking, along my usual beat,A pretty little young maiden came tripping along the street.

And her eyes they shone like diamonds,I thought her the pride of the land;The hair that hung down on her shoulderWas tied with a black velvet band.

One day as we were walking, A gentleman passed us by;I could see she was bent on some mischiefby the rolling of her dark blue eye.Gold watch she picked from his pocket, and slyly placed into my hand;I was taken in charge by a copper -Bad luck to that black velvet band.

Before the Lord mayor I was taken,"Your case, sir, I plainly can see-And if I'm not greatly mistaken,You're bound far over the sea."Oh, it's over the dark blue ocean,Away to Van Diemen's Land-Away from my friends and relationsAnd the girl with the black velvet band.

GOODBYEMy heart is broken, but what care I,Such pride inside me has woken,I'll try my best not to cry, by and by,When the final farewells must be spoken.I'll join the Legion, that's what I'll do,And in some far distant region,Where human hearts are staunch and true,I shall start my life anew.

Goodbye, it's time I sought a foreign clime where I,May find there are hearts more kind than I leave behind.And so I go to fight the savage foe although,Iknow I'll be sometimes missed by the girls I've kissed.

In some Abyssinian, French dominion, I shall do my bit,And fall for the flag if I must.Where the desert sand is nice and handy,I'll be full of grit.You won't see my heels for the dust.I'll do or die, you'll know the reason why when told,Of bold Leopold's last stand for the Fatherland.

Goodbye, goodbye, I wish you all a last goodbye,Goodbye, goodbye, I wish you all a last goodbye.

GO TELL IT ON THE MOUNTAINGo tell it on the mountain, over the seas, and everywhere,Go tell it on the mountain, "let my people go"

Who's that yonder dressed in red? Let my people goMust be the children that Moses led, Let my people goWho's that yonder dressed in red? Must be the children that Moses led,

Go tell it on the mountain - "let my people go"

Who's that yonder dressed in white?Must be the children of the Israelite

Who's that yonder dressed in black?Must be the hypocrites turning back.

GREEN GREEN GRASS OF HOMEThe old home town looks the same as I step down from the trainAnd there to meet me is my Mama and Papa;And down the road I look and there runs Mary,hair of gold and lips like cherries.It's good to touch the green grass of home.

Yes they'll all come to meet me, arms a-reaching, smiling sweetly.It's good to touch the green green grass of home.

The old house is still standing tho' the paint is cracked and dry,And there's that old oak tree that I used to play on.Down the lane I walk with my sweet Mary,Hair of gold and lips like cherries;It's good to touch the green green grass of home.

Then I awake and look around me at the grey walls that surround meAnd I realize that I was only dreaming.For there's a guard, and there's a sad old Padre,Arm in arm we'll walk at daybreakAgain I'll touch the green green grass of home.

Yes, they'll all come to see me,in the shade of that old oak treeAs they lay me 'neath the green green grass of home.

GYPSY ROVERThe whistling gypsy came over the hill,Down to the valley so shady;He whistled and he sang 'til the greenwoods rang,And he won the heart of a lady.

Ah dee doo, ah dee doo dah day,Ah dee doo, ah dee day,He whistled and he sang 'til the greenwoods rangAnd he won the heart of a lady.

She left her father's castle gate,She left her own true lover,She left her servants and her estate,To follow the gypsy rover.

Her father saddled up his fastest steed,He roamed the valleys all over,Seeking his daughter at a reckless speed,And the whistling gypsy rover.

He came at last to a mansion fine,Down by the river Clady;And there was music and there was wineFor the gypsy and his lady.

"He is no gypsy, my father," said she,

"But lord of the land all over,And I will stay 'til my dying dayWith my whistling gypsy rover."

HAMMER SONGIf I had a hammer, I'd hammer in the morning,I'd hammer in the evening all over this land:I'd hammer out danger, I'd hammer out warning,I'd hammer out love between my brothers and my sisters,All over this land.

If I had a bell, I'd ring it in the morning,I'd ring it in the evening all over this land;I'd ring out danger, I'd ring out a warning,I'd ring out love between my brothers and my sistersAll over this land

If I had a song, I'd sing it in the morning,I'd sing it in the evening all over this land;I'd sing out danger, I'd sing out a warning,I'd sing out love between my brothers and my sistersAll over this land.

Well I've got a hammer, and I've got a bellAnd I've got a song to sing all over this land;It's the hammer of justice, it's the Bell of FreedomIt's a song about love between my brothers and my sisters,All over this land.

HAPPY WANDERERI love to go awandering, along the mountain trackAnd as I go I love to sing, my knapsack on my back.

Valderi, valdera, valderi, valderahahahaMy knapsack on my back.

I love to wander by the stream that dances in the sunSo joyously it calls to me , come join my happy song.

I wave my hat to all I meetAnd they wave back to meAnd blackbirds call so loud and sweetFrom every greenwood tree.

High overhead the skylarks wingThey never rest at homeBut just like me they love to singAs o'er the world they roam

O may I go awanderingUntil the day I dieO may I always laugh and singBeneath God's clear blue sky

HEY JUDE

HEY LOOK ME OVERHey look me over, lend me an ear;Fresh out of clover, mortaged up to here,

But don't pass the plate, folks, don't pass the cup;I figure whenever you're down and out, the only way is up,And I'll be up like a rosebud, high on the vine,Don't thumb your nose bud, take a tip from mine,I'm a little bit short of the elbow room, but let me get me some,And look out world here I come.

HOLE IN THE BUCKET

HOME ON THE RANGEO give me a home where the buffalo roamWhere the deer and the antelope playWhere seldom is heard a discouraging wordAnd the skies are not cloudy all day

Home, home on the rangeWhere the deer and the antelope playWhere seldom is heard a discouraging wordAnd the skies are not cloudy all day

How often at night when the heavens are brightWith the light from the glittering starsHow I stood there amazed and asked asI gazed

If their glory exceeds that of ours.

O give me a land where the bright diamond sandFlows leisurely down to the seaWhere the graceful white swan goes gliding alongLike a maid in a heavenly dream.

Where the air is so pure, the zephyrs so freeThe breezes so balmy and lightThat I would not exchange my home on the rangeFor all of the cities so bright.

I'D LIKE TO TEACH THE WORLD TO SINGI'd like to teach the world to singIn perfect har-mo-nyI'd like to hold it in my armsAnd keep it company

I'd like to build the world a homeAnd furnish it with loveGrow apple trees and honey beesAnd snow white turtle doves

I'd like to see the world for onceAll standing hand in hand,And hear them echo through the hillsFor peace throughout the land.

I'D RATHER BE A SPARROW THAN A SNAILI'd rather be a sparrow than a snail,

Yes I would, If I could, I surely would.I'd rather be a hammer than a nail,Yes I would, if I only could, I surely would.

Away, I'd rather sail away,Like a swan that's here and gone.A man gets tied up to the ground,He gives the world it's saddest sound, Its saddest sound.

I'd rather be a forest than a street,Yes I would, if I could, I surely would,I'd rather feel the earth beneath my feet.Yes I would, if I only could, I surely would.

IF I WERE A BLACKBIRDI am a young maiden and my story is sadOnce I was courted by a brave sailor lad,He courted me truly by night and by dayBut now he has left me and gone on his way.

If I were a blackbird, I’d whistle and singand follow the ship that my true love sailed inAnd in the top rigging I’d there build my nestand pillow my head on his lilly white chest

IMAGINEImagine there's no heaven, it's easy if you tryNo Hell below us, above us only skyImagine all the people living for today

You may say I'm a dreamer, but I'm not the only oneI hope some day you'll join usand the world shall be as one.

Imagine there's no countries, it isn't hard to doNothing to kill or die for and no religion tooImagine all the people living life in peace

Imagine no possessions, I wonder if you canNo need for greed or hunger,a brotherhood of man.

ISLAND IN THE SUNThis is my island in the sun,Where my people have toiled since time begun,Though I may sail on many a seaThis island will always be home to me.

O, Island in the sun,Willed to me by my father's hand,All my days I will sing in praise,Of your forest, waters, your shining sand.

As morning breaks the heavens on highI lift my heavy load to the sky,Sun beats down with a burning glowAnd mingles my sweat with the earth below.

I see woman on bended knee,Cutting cane for her family,

I see man by the water's side,Casting nets at the surging tide.

I hope the day will never come,That I can't awake to the sound of drum,Never let me miss carnivalOr calypso song philosophical.

JAMAICA FAREWELLDown the way where the nights are gay,And the sun shines daily on the mountain top,I took a trip on a sailing ship,And when I reached Jamaica I made a stop.

But I'm sad to say I'm on my wayWon't be back for many a dayMy heart is down, my head is turning aroundI had to leave a little girl in Kingston town

Sounds of laughter everywhere,And the dancing girls swaying to and froI must declare my heart is there,Tho I've been from Maine to Mexico.

Down at the market you can hear,Ladies cry out while on their heads they bear,Haki rice, salt fish are nice,And the rum is fine any time of the year.

JUST A SONG AT TWILIGHTOnce in the dear dead days beyond recall,When on the world the mist began to fall,Out of the dreams that rose in happy throng,Low in our hearts love sang an old sweet song;And in the dusk, where fell the firelight gleam,Softly it wove itself into a dream.

Just a song at twilight, when the lights are low,And the flickering shadows, softly come and go,Though the heart be weary, sad the day and long,Still to us at twilight, comes Love's old song,Comes love's old sweet song.

Even today we hear love's song of yore,Deep in our hearts it swells for evermore,Footsteps may falter, weary grow the way,Still we can hear it at the close of day;So till the end, when life's dim shadows fall,Love will be found the sweetest song of all.

KOOKABURRAKookaburra sits on an old gum treeMerry, merry king of the bush is he;Laugh Kookaburra, laugh kookaburraGay your life must me

KUMBAYA

Kumbaya, my lord, Kumbaya, Kumkaya, my lord, Kumbaya,Kumbaya, my lord, Kumbaya. Oh lord, kumbaya.

Someone's singing, Lord, Kumbaya (3)Oh, Lord, Kumbaya.

Someone's praying. Lord, Kumbaya (3)Oh, Lord, Kumbaya

Kumbaya, my Lord, Kumbaya (3)Oh, Lord, Kumbaya.

LEAVING ON A JET PLANEAll my bags are packed, I'm ready to go,I'm standing here outside your door,I hate to wake you up to say goodbye.Well the dawn is breaking it's early morn,The taxi's waiting, he's blowing his horn,Already I'm so lonesome, I could cry.

So kiss me and smile for me,Tell me that you'll wait for me,Hold me like you'll never let me go.I'm a-leavin' on a jet plane,I don't know when I'll be back again,Oh babe, I hate to go.

There's so many times I've let you down,So many times I've played around,I tell you now, they don't mean a thing.Every place I go I think of you,Every song I sing, I sing for you,When I come back, I'll wear your wedding ring.

Now the time has come to leave you,One more time, let me kiss you,Then close your eyes, I'll be on my way.Dream about the days to come,And I won't have to leave alone,About this time I won't have to stay.

LEMON TREEWhen I was just a lad of ten, my father said to me:"Come here and take a lesson from the lovely lemon tree.Don't put your trust in love, my boy,"my father said to me."I fear you'll find that love is like the lovely lemon tree."

Lemon Tree, very pretty and the lemon flower is sweet,But the fruit of the poor lemon is impossible to eat.Lemon Tree very pretty and the lemon flower is sweet,But the fruit of the poor lemon is impossible to eat.

Beneath that Lemon tree one day, my love and I did lie,A girl so sweet that when she smiled, the stars rose in the sky.We passed that summer lost in love, beneath the lemon tree,The music of her laughter hid my father's voice from me.

One day she left without a word; she took away the sun,And in the dark she left behind, I knew what she had done.She left me for another; it's a common tale but true,A sadder man, but wiser now, I sing this song to you.

LET IT BEWhen I find myself in times of trouble, Mother Mary comes to meSpeaking words of wisdom, Let it be.And in my hours of darkness she is standing right in front of me,Speaking words of wisdom, Let it be.

Let it be, let it be, let it be, let it be,Whisper words of wisdom, let it be.

And when the broken hearted people living in the world agree,There will be an answer, let it be.For though they may be parted there’s still a chance that they will see,There will be an answer let it be.

And when the night is cloudy there is still a light that shines on me,Shine until tomorrow, let it be,I wake up to the sound of music, Mother Mary comes to me,Speaking words of wisdom, let it be.

LET ME CALL YOU SWEETHEART

Let me call you sweetheart,I'm in love with you,Let me hear you whisper that you love me too.Keep the love light glowing in your eyes so true,Let me call you sweetheart, I'm in love with you.

LILLI MARLENEUnderneath the lantern by the barrack gate,Darling I remember, the way you used to wait;'Twas there that you whispered tenderly,That you lov'd me, you'd always be,My Lilli of the lamplight, my own Lilli Marlene.

Time would come for roll call, time for us to part,Darling, I'd caress you and press you to my heart,And there beneath that far-off lantern lightI'd hold you tight, we'd kiss "Goodnight",My Lilli of the lamplight, my own Lilli Marlene.

Orders came for sailing somewhere over there,All confined to barracks was more than I could bear,I knew you were waiting in the street,I heard your feet, but could not meet,My Lilli of the lamplight, my own Lilli Marlene.

LOCH LOMONDBy yon bonnie banks and by yon bonnie braesWhere the sun shines bright on Loch LomondFor me and my true love will never meet againOn the bonnie bonnie banks o' Loch Lomond

Oh ye'll take the high road and I'll take the low roadAnd I'll be in Scotland afore yeFor trouble it is there, and many hearts are sadOn the bonnie, bonnie banks o' Loch Lomond.

T’wass there taht we parted in yon shady glen,‘neath the steep steeep side of Ben LomondWhere in ??????????????????????????????????????????

McNAMARA'S BANDOh my name is McNamara, I'm the leader of the band,Although we're few in number, we're the finest in the land.We play at wakes 'n' weddings, and at every fancy ball,At every dead man's funeral, we play the March from Saul.

Oh, the drums go bang and the cymbals clang,And the horns they blaze away.McCartney pumps the big bassoon, while I the pipes do play.O Hennessy, Hennessy, tootles the flute, the music is simply grand.A credit to old Ireland, is McNamara's Band.

Right now we are rehearsing for a very swell affair,'Tis the annual celebration,all the gentry will be there,When General Grant to Ireland came, He took me by the hand,Says he, "I've never seen the likes of McNamara's Band."

MAGGIEI wandered today to the hills, Maggie,To watch the scene below:The creek and the creaking old mill, Maggie,Where we used to long time ago

The green growth has gone from the hills, Maggie,Where first the daisy sprungThe creaking old mill is still, Maggie,Since you and I were young.

Oh, they say that I'm feeble with age, Maggie;My steps are much slower than then;My face is a well-written page, Maggie,And time all alone was the pen.

Oh, they say that we've outlived our time, Maggie,As they did the songs that we sung,But to me you're as fair as you were, Maggie,When you and I were young.

MAGGIE MAGGIE MAYOh gather round, you sailor boys, and listen to my song,And when you've heard it through you'll pity meI was a goddam fool in the port of LiverpoolThe first time that I came home from sea.I was paid off at The Hove from a trip at Sydney Cove -And two pound ten a month was all my pay -Then I started drinking gin, and was neatly taken in

By a little girl they all called Maggie May.

Oh Maggie, Maggie May, they have taken you awayTo slave upon that cold Van Dieman shore!For you robbed so many sailors, and dosed so many whalers,You'll never cruise down Lime Street any more.

'Twas a damned unlucky day when I first met Maggie May,She was cruising up and down old Canning Place;She had a figure fine, as a warship of the lineAnd me being a sailor I gave chase.In the morning when I woke, stiff and sore and stoney broke,No trousers, coat or weskit I could find.The landlady said, 'Sir, I can tell you where they are,They'll be down in Stanley's hockshop, number nine."

To the bobby on his beat at the corner of the street,To him I went, to him I told my tale.He asked, as if in doubt: 'Does your mother know you're out?'But agreed the lady ought to be in jail.To the hockshop I applied but no trousers there I spied.The bobbies came and took the girl away.The jury 'guilty' found her, for robbing a homeward-bounder,And paid her passage out to Botany Bay.

ME AND MY SHADOWMe and my shadow, strolling down the avenue,Me and my shadow, not a soul to tell our troubles to;And when it's twelve o'clock, we climb the stair,We never knock, for nobody's there,Just me and my shadow, all alone and feeling blue.

MICHAEL ROW THE BOATMichael row the boat ashore - AlleluyaMichael row the boat ashore - Alleluya

Sister help to trim the sail - AlleluyaSister help to trim the sail - Alleluya

The river Jordon is deep and wideMilk and honey on the other side

The river Jordan is muddy and coldChills the body but not the soulMOON RIVERMoon River, wider than a mile:I'm crossin' you in style some day.Old dream maker, you heart breaker,Wherever you're go-in', I'm go'in' your way:

Two drifters, off to see the worldThere's such a lot of world to seeWe're after the same rain-bow's endWait-in' 'round the bend,My Huckleberry friend, Moon River and me

MOONLIGHT BAYWe were sailing along on Moonlight BayWe could hear the voices ringing, they seemed to say"You have stolen my heart, now don't go 'way,"As we sang lone's Old Sweet Song, on Moonlight Bay.

MORETON BAYOne Sunday morning as I went walking by Brisbane waters I chanced to stray,I heard a convict his fate bewailing as on the sunny river banks he lay."I am a native of Erin's island, and banished now from my native shore,They tore me from my aged parents and from the maiden whom I do adore.

I've been a prisoner at Port Macquarie, at Norfolk Island and Emu Plains,At Castle Hill and at cursed Toongabeeat all those settlements I've worked in chains;But of all places on condemnation and penal stations in New South Wales,To Moreton Bay I have found no equal;excessive tyranny each day prevails.

For three long years I was beastly treated, and heavy irons on my legs I wore;My back with flogging is lacerated and often painted with my crimson gore.And many a man from downright starvation lies mouldering now underneath the clay,And Captain Logan he had us tortured at the pillories down at Moreton Bay.

Like the Egyptians and ancient Hebrews, we were oppressed under Logan's yokeTill a native black lying there in ambush did give this tyrant his mortal stroke.My fellow prisoners, be exhilarated that all such monsters such death may findAnd when from bondage we are liberated, our former sufferings shall fade from mind."

MORNING HAS BROKENMorning has broken, like the first morningBlackbird has spoken, like the first birdPraise for the singing, praise for the morningPraise for them singing, fresh from the world.

Sweet the rain's newfall, sunlight from heavenLike the first dewfall, on the first grassPraise for the sweetness of the wet gardenSprung in completeness where his feet pass.

Mine is the sunlight, mine is the morningBorn of the one light, Eden saw playPraise with elation, praise every morningGod's recreation of the new day.

MORNING TOWN RIDETrain whistle blowing, makes a sleepy noiseUnderneath the blankets for all the girls and boys

Rockin, rollin, ridin, out along the bayAll bound for morning town, many miles away

Driver at the engine, fireman rings the bellSandman swings the lantern to show that all is well

Maybe it is raining where our train will rideAll the little travellers are warm and snug inside

Somewhere there is sunshine, somewhere there is rainSomewhere there is morning town, many miles away

MOUNTAINS O' MOURNEOh Mary this London's a wonderful sight

With people here working by day and by nightThey don't sew potatoes nor barley nor wheatBut there's gangs of them digging for gold in the streetAt least when I asked them that's what I was toldSo I just took a hand at this diggin' for goldBut all that I found there I might as well beIn the place where the dark mourn sweeps down to the sea.

I wish that when writing a wish you expressedAs to how the fine ladies in London were dressedWell if you believe when asked to a ballThey don't wear no tops to their dresses at allOh I've seen them myself and you could not in truthTell that if they bound for a ball or a bathDon't be starting in fashions now Mary McCreeIn the place where the dark mourn sweeps down to the sea.

You remember young Denny McLaren of courseWell he's over here with the rest of the forceI saw him one day as he stood on the strandStopped all the traffic with a wave of his handAnd as we were talking of days that are goneThe topwn of London stood there to look onBut for all his great powers he's wishful like meTo be back where the dark mourn sweeps down to the sea.

MY BONNIE LIES OVER THE OCEANMy bonnie lies over the ocean,My bonnie lies over the sea,There's nobody lies like my bonnie,Oh bring back my bonnie to me

Bring back, bring backOh bring back my bonnie to me, to me,Bring back, bring backOh bring back my bonnie to me.

My bonnie has tuberculosis,My bonnie has only one lung,My bonnie can swallow raw oysters,and roll them around on her tongue

My bonnie's complexion was lovely,her face it was beauteous to see,One day she got caught in a rainstorm;Oh bring back my bonnie to me.

My bonnie leaned over the gas tank,the height of its contents to see,I lighted a match to assist her;Oh bring back my bonnie to me.

MY GRANDFATHER'S CLOCKMy grandfather's clock was too large for the shelf,So it stood ninety years on the floor;It was taller by half than the old man himself,Though it weighed not a pennyweight more,It was bought on the morn of the day that he was born,And was always his treasure and pride;

But it stopped - short- never to go againWhen the old man died

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

It sounded alarm in the middle of the nightan alarm that for years had been dumbAnd we knew that his spirit was ready for flightThat his time of departure had come.Still the clock kept its timeWith a melancholy chimeAs we mornfully stood by his sideBut ir stopped - short, never to go againwhen the old man died

My grandfather said that of those he could hireNot a servant so faithful he found;For it wasted no time, and had but one desire,At the close of each week to be wound.And it kept in its place, not a frown upon its face,And its hands never hung by its side.

MY OLD KENTUCKY HOME

The sun shines bright in the Old Kentucky home,'Tis summer, the darkies are gay;The corn top's ripe, and the meadow's in the bloomWhile the birds make music all the day.The young folk roll on the little cabin floorAll merry, all happy and bright;By'n-bye hard times come a-knocking at the door,Then my old Kentucky home, good-night!

Weep no more, my lady,O weep no more today,We will sing one song for the Old Kentucky home,For the old Kentucky home far away.

They hunt no more for the possum and the corn,On the meadow, the hill and the shore;They sing no more by the glimmer of the moon,On the bench by the old cabin door.The day goes by like a shadow o'er the heart,With sorrow where all was delight;The time has come when the darkies have to part,Then my old Kentucky home, good-night.

NEW WORLD IN THE MORNING

Everybody's talking about a new world in the morning,New world in the morning so they say-ay-ay,I myself don't talk about a new world in the morning,New world in the morning that's today.

And I can feel a new tomorrow comin' on,And I don't know why I have to make a song.Everybody talks about a new world in the morning,New world in the morning takes so long.

I met a man who had a dream he's had since he was twenty,I met that man when he was eighty-one.He said too many folks just stand and wait until the morning,Don't they know tomorrow never comes.

And he would feel a new tomorrow comin' on,And when he'd smile his eyes'd twinkle up in fun,Everybody talks about a new world in the morning,New world in the morning never comes.

NOW IS THE HOUR

Now is the hourWhen we must say goodbye.Soon you'll be sailingFar across the sea -While you're awayO please remember me.When you returnYou'll find me waiting here.

OH WHAT A BEAUTIFUL MORNING

There's a bright golden haze on the meadowThere's a bright golden haze on the meadowThe corn is as high as an elephant's eyeAnd it looks like it's climbing clear up to the sky.

Oh what a beautiful morningOh what a beautiful dayI've got a beautiful feelingEverything's going my way.

All the cattle are standing like statuesAll the cattle are standing like statuesThey don't turn their heads as they see me ride byBut a little brown maverick is winkin' her eye

All the sounds of the earth are like musicAll the sounds of the earth are like musicThe breeze is so busy it don't miss a treeAnd an ol' weepin ' willow is laughin' at me.

OL' MAN RIVER

Coloured folks work on de MississippiColoured folks work while di white folks playPullin' dose boats from de dawn to sunsetGittin' no rest till the judgement day

Don't look up an' don't look downYou don't dast make de white boss frownBend yo' knees an' bow your headAn' pull dat rope until yo're dead.

Let me go 'way from de MississippiLet me go 'way from de white man bossShow me dat stream called de River JordanDat's de ol' stream dat I long to cross.

Ol' man river, dat ol' man riverHe must know sumpin' but don't say nothin'He just keeps rollin', he keeps on rollin' along.

You and me, we sweat and strainBody all achin' an' racked wid pain"Tote dat barge!", "Lift dat bale!"Git a little drunk an' you land in gaol.

Ah gits weary an' sick of tryin'Ah'm tired of livin' an' skeered of dyin'But ol' man river, he just keeps rollin' along.

ONE TREE PLANE

ON ILKLA MOOR BAHT'AT

Wheear 'as that bin sin' ah saw thee?On Ilkla Moor baht'atWheear 'as that bin sin' ah saw thee?Wheear 'as that bin sin' ah saw thee?

On Ilkla Moor baht'at,On Ilkla Moor baht'at,On Ilkla Moor baht'at,

Tha's bin a-coortin' Mary Jane, ..etc

Tha'll go and get thi deearth o'cowld,

Then we s'all ha' to bury thee,

Then t'worms'll come an' ate thee oop,

Then t'ducks'll come an' ate oop t'worms,

Then we shall go an' ate oop t'ducks,

Then we shall all'av etten thee,

That's wheear we gets our oahn back.

ON TOP OF OLD SMOKEY

On top of old smokey, all covered in snow,I lost my true lover, for courting so slow,For courting's a pleasure and parting is grief,And a false-hearted lover is worse than a thief.

For the thief will just rob you, and take what you have,

But a false-hearted lover will drive you to the grave.And the grave will decay you and turn you to dust,Not one boy in a hundred, a poor girl can trust.

They'll hug you and kiss you, and tell you more lies,Than cross-ties on a rail-raod, or stars in the sky.

Come all ye young maidens, come listen to me,Don't place your affections on a green willow tree.For the leaves they will wither,the roots they will die,And you'll be foresaken, and you'll never know why.

ON TOP OF SPAGHETTI

On top of spaghetti, all covered with cheeseI lost my poor meatball, when somebody sneezedIt rolled off the table and on to the floorAnd then my poor meatball rolled out of the door

It rolled in the garden and under a bushAnd then my poor meatball was nothing but mooshThe moosh was as tasty, as tasty can beAnd early next summer, it grew into a tree

The tree was all covered in beautiful mossIt grew lovely meatballs, in tomato sauceSo if you have spaghetti, all covered with cheeseHang on to your meatball, and don't ever sneeze.

PACK UP YOUR TROUBLES

Pack up your troubles in your old kit bag and smile, smile, smile;While you've a lucifer to light your fag, smile boys,that's the style;What's the use of worrying? It never was worthwhile,So pack up your troubles in your old kit bagand smile, smile, smile.

PEARLY SHELLS

Pearly shells from the oceanShining in the sun, covering the shoreWhen I see them, my heart tells meThat I love you more thanAll those little pearly shells

For every grain of sand upon the beachI`ve got a kiss for youAnd I've got more left over forEach star that twinkles in the bluePearly shells from the ocean ........

POLLY PERKINS

I'm a broken heated milkman, in grief I'm arrayed,Through the keeping of the company of a young servant maid,What lived on board and wages the house to keep cleanIn a gentleman's family near Paddington Green.

Oh, she was beautiful as a butterfly

and proud as a queenWas pretty little Polly PerkinsOf Paddington Green.

When I'd rattle in the morning and shout "Milk below"To the sound of my milk-cans her face she would show,With a smile upon her countenance and a laugh in her eye,If I'd thought she'd have loved me I'd have laid me down to die.

When I asked her to marry me she said, "Oh, what stuff!"And told me for to hop it, for she'd had quite enoughOf my nonsense - at the same time I'd been very kind,But to marry a milkman she didn't feel inclined.

Now the words she uttered went straight through my heart,I sobbed and I sighed and I straight did depart;With a tear on my eyelid as big as a bean,Bidding goodbye to Polly and Paddington Green.

Now in six months she married, this hard-hearted girlAnd it was not a Wi-count, and it was not a Hearl,And it was not a Baronite, but a shade or two wuss,'Twas the bow legged conductor of a twopenny bus.

PUFF THE MAGIC DRAGON

Puff the magic dragon, lived by the seaand frolicked in the Autumn mist in a land called Honner LeeLittle Jackie Papers, loved that rascal PuffAnd brought him strings and sealing wax and other fancy stuff.

Together they would travel on a boat with billowed sail,And Jackie kept a look-out perch on Puff's gigantic tail.Noble kings and princes would bow when ere they came,Pirate ships would lower their flags, when Puff roared out his name.

A dragon lives forever, but not so little boys.Painted wings and giant rings make way for other toys.One grey day it happened, Jackie Papers came no more,And Puff that mighty dragon, he ceased his fearless roar.

His head was bent in sorrow, green scales fell down like rain,Puff no longer went to play along the cherry lane.Without his life-long friend, Puff could not be brave,So Puff that mighty dragon, sadly slipped into his cave.

PUT ANOTHER LOG ON THE FIRE

Put another log on the fire,Cook me up some bacon and some beans;And go out to the car and change the tyre,Wash my socks and sew my old blue jeans.Come on, baby, you can fill my pipe, and then go fetch my slippersAnd boil me up another pot of tea;Then put another log on the fire, babe,And come and tell me why you're leavin' me.

Now don't I let you wash the car on Sunday?Don't I warn you when you're gettin' fat?Ain't I gonna take you fishin' with me some day?Well, a man can't love a woman more than that.

Ain't I always nice to your kid sister?Don't I take her drivin' ev'ry night?So, come sit here at my feet, 'cause I like you when you're sweet,And you know it ain't feminine to fight.

PUT YOUR ARMS AROUND ME HONEY

Put your arms around me honey, hold me tight,Huddle up and cuddle up with all your might,Oh Oh Won't you roll those eyes,Eyes that I just idolize,When they look at me, my heart begins to float,Then it starts a rockin' like a motor boat,Oh Oh I never knew any girl like you.

QUARTERMASTER'S STORE

There were flies, flies, walking on the piesIn the store, in the store,There were filies, flies, walking on the piesIn the Quartermaster's storeCHORUS My eyes are dim, I cannot see

I have not brought my specs with meI have not brought my specs with me

RED RIVER VALLEY

From this valley they say you are going,We will miss your bright eyes and sweet smile,For they say you are taking the sunshineWhich has brightened our pathway a while.

Come sit by my side if you love me;Do not hasten to bid me adieu,But remember the Red River Valley,And the girl that has loved you so true.

Won't you think of the valley you're leaving?Oh how lonely: how sad it will be,Oh, think of the fond heart you're breakingAnd the grief you are causing to me.

From this valley they say you are going;When you go may your darling go, too?Would you leave her behind unprotected,When she loves no other but you?

As you go to your home by the ocena,May you never forget those sweet hours,That we spent in the Red River Valley,And the love we exchanged 'mid the flowers.

ROAD TO GUNDAGAI

There's a scene that lingers in my memoryOf an old bush home and friends I long to seeThat's why I am yearningJust to be returningAlong the road to Gundagai

There's a track winding backTo an old-fashioned shackAlong the road to GundagaiWhere the blue gums are growingAnd the Murrumbidgees flowingBeneath that sunny skyWhere daddy and motherAre waiting for meAnd the pals of my childhoodOnce more I will seeThen no more will I roamWhen I'm heading right for homeAlong the road to Gundagai

When I get back there I'll be a kid againOh! I'll never have a thought of grief or painOnce more I'll be playingWhere the gums are swayingAlong the road to Gundagai

THE OLD FASHIONED FORDThere's an old fashioned FordMade of rubber, tin and boardAlong the road to GundagaiSpark plugs are missingThe radiators hissingThe water tank is running dryTheres water in the petrolAnd sand in the gearsIt hasn't seen a garageIn over 40 yearsThen no more will I roarWhen the pedal hits the floorAlong the road to Gundagai.

ROCK MY SOUL

Rock my soul in the bosom of Abraham,Rock my soul in the bosom of Abraham,Rock my soul in the bosom of Abraham,Oh rock - a my soul.

So high, can't get over it,so low can't get under it,so wide, can't get round it,Oh rock my soul.

ROAMIN' IN THE GLOAMIN'

Roamin' in the gloamin' on the bonnie banks of Clyde,Roamin' in the gloamin' wae a lassie by my side,When the sun has gone to rest,Thats the time that I love best,Oh, it's lovely roamin' in the gloamin'.

ROLL A SILVER DOLLAR

RUM BY GUM

Away, away with rum by gum,Rum, by gum, rum by gumAway, away with rum by gum,The song of the Temperance Union.

We're cominmg, we're coming, our brave little band,On the right side of Temperance we do take our standWe don't like tobacco because we do think,That people who smoke it are likely to drink,

Oh we don't eat biscuits 'cause biscuits have yeastAnd one little taste turns a man to a beast,And can you imagine a sadder disgraceThan a man in the gutter with crumbs on his face?

Oh we don't eat fruitcake 'cause fruitcake has rumAnd one little bite turns a man to a bum,And can you imagine a sorrier sight,Than a man eating fruitcake until he gets tight?

Oh we don't like Tooheys, 'cause Tooheys make a beer,And how can we stand that foul stench in the air?From half a mile off you must be on your guard,'Cause a man can get drunk just by breathing too hard.

We don't allow backrubs, we think they're a crime,We always condemn them in verse and in rhyme.And alcohol backrub is worse than straight gin:Just think of the liquor absorbed through your skin.

RYEBUCK SHEARER

I come from the south and my name is FieldAnd when my shears are properly steeled,A hundred and odd I have very often peeled,And of course I'm a ryebuck shearer.

If I don't shear a tally before I go,My shears and stone in the river I'll throwI'll never open Sawbees to take another blowAnd prove I'm a ryebuck shearer.

There's a bloke on the board and I heard him sayThat I couldn't shear a hundred sheep a dayBut some fine day I'll show him the way,And prove I'm a ryebuck shearer.

There's a bloke on the board and he's got ayellow skin,

A very long nose and he shaves on the chinAnd a voice like a billy-goat dancing on a tin,And of course he's a ryebuck shearer.

SADIE, THE CLEANING LADYSadie, the cleaning lady,With trusted scrubbing brush and pail of water,Worked her fingers to the bone for the lad she had at home,Providing at the same time for her daughter.

Oh Sadie, the cleaning lady,Her aching knees aren't getting any younger,Well, her red detergent hands had for years not held a man's,And time would find her heart expired of hunger.

Scrub your floors, do your chores, dear old Sadie,Looks as though you'll always be a cleaning lady,Can't afford to get hored, dear old Sadie,Looks as though you'll always be a cleaning lady,

Oh Sadie, the cleaning lady,Her female mind would find a way of trapping,Though as gentle as a lamb, Sam the elevator man,So she could spend the night by T.V. napping.

Verse 2 then Chorus -

Oh Sadie, the cleaning lady,Her Sam, was what she got, hook, line and sinker,To her sorrow and dismay,she's still working to this day,Her Sam turned out to be a no-good stinker.SAILING

I am sailing, I am sailing, home again, across the seaI am sailing, stormy waters, to be with you, to be freeI am flying, I am flying, like a bird, across the skyI am flying, passing high clouds, to be with you, to be freeCan you hear me, can you hear me, thru the dark night far awayI am dying, forever trying, to be with you, who can sayWe are sailing, we are sailing, home again, across the seaWe are sailing, stormy waters, to be together, to be free

SCOTTISH SOLDIER

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

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

And now this soldier, this Scottish soldier,Who'd wandered far away and soldiered far away;Sees leaves are falling and death is calling,And he will fade away, In that far land.He called his piper, his trusty piper,And bade him sound a lay, A pibroch sad to playUpon a hillside, but Scottish hillside,Not on these green hills of Tyrol.

And so this soldier, this Scottish soldier,Will wander far no more, and soldier far no more,And on a hillside, a Scottish hillside,

You'll see a piper play, His soldier home.He's seen the glory, he'd told his story,Of battles glorious, and deeds victorious,The bugles cease now, he is at peace now,Far from those green hills of Tyrol.

SEVEN OLD LADIES

Oh dear what can the matter be,Seven old ladies were locked in the lavatory,They were there from Sunday till Saturday,And nobody knew they were there.

They said they were going to have tea with the vicar,They went in together they ghought it was quicker,But the lavatory door was a bit of a sticker,and nobody knew they were there.

The first was the Bishop of Chichester's daughter,She went in to pass some superfluous water,She pulled on the chain and the rising tide caught her,And nobody knew she was there.

The next old lady was old Mrs. Spender,She was doing all right till her favourite suspender,Got all twisted up in her feminine gender,And nobody knew she was there.

The next old lady was Abigale Humphrey,Settled inside to make herself comfy,Then she found out she could not get her bum free,And nobody knew she was there.

The next was an athletic lady named Myrtle,Went over the top like a steeple chase turtle,But her glasses got hooked in the stay of her girdle,And nobody knew she was there.

SHE SAT BY THE WINDOW

She sat by the window and played her guitar, played her guitar, played her guitar,She sat by the window and played her guitar, played her guitar-ar-ar-ar.

He sat down beside her and smoked his cigar ......He told her he loved her, but oh how he lied ......She told him she loved him but she did not lie .....And when they were married some cooking she tried .....The onions she boiled and the "tatas she fried .....She got indigestion and poor thing she died .....He went to the funeral, but just for the ride .....He sat on her tombstone and laughed till he cried .....She went to Heaven and flip, flop, she flied .....He went to Hades and frizzled and fried .....The moral of this song is don't tell a lie .....

SHENANDOAH

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

Oh, Shenandoah I long to hear you,Away, I'm bound to go,

'cross the wide Missouri.Oh, Shenandoah, I love your daughter,Away you rolling river,

For her I've crossed the rolling water,Away I'm bound to go

'cross the wide Missouri.

(similarly;)'Tis seven long years since last I saw thee'Tis seven long years since last I saw thee

Oh Shenandoah, I took a notion.To said across the stormy ocean.

Farewell my dear, I'm bound to leave you,Oh Shenandoah, I'll not deceive you.

Oh Shenandoah, I long to hear you,Oh Shenandoah, I long to hear you.

SHE WAS POOR BUT SHE WAS HONEST(Its the sime the 'ole world over)

She was poor, but she was honest,Pure and unstyned was her nyme,First 'e 'ad 'er then 'e left 'erAnd the poor girl lorst 'er nyme.

It's the sime the 'ole world over,It's the poor what tikes the blime;It's the rich what gits the grivy,Aynt it all a bleedin' shime?

Then she went to London city,For to 'ide 'er 'orrid shime;There she met another squire;Once againe she lorst 'er nime.Look at 'im wif all 'is 'orses,Drinking champigne in 'is club,While the victim of 'is passions'Drinks 'er guinness in a pub.

'Ear 'im in the 'Ouse of Commons,Mikin' laws to put down crime;While the womyun that 'e ruined'Ang 'er 'ead in wicked shime.

In their poor and 'umble dwelling,Where 'er grievin' parents live;Drinkin' champigne that she's sent 'em,But they never can forgive.

In a rose-embowered cottage,There was born a child in sin,But the baby 'ad no fatherSo she gently did 'im in.

SHOW ME THE WAY TO GO HOME

Show me the way to go homeI'm tired and I want to go to bedf

I had a little drink about an hour agoAnd it's gone right to me head.No matter where I roamOn land or sea or foamYou can always hear me singing this songShow me the way to go home.

SIDE BY SIDEOh we ain't got a barrel of money, Maybe we're ragged and funny,But, we'll travel along, singing a song, Side by side.Don't know what's coming tomorrow, Maybe it's touble and sorrow,But we'll travel the road, sharing our load, Side by side.

Through all kinds of wather, What if the sky should fall,Just aslong as we're together, It doesn't matter at all;When they've had their quarrels and parted, We'll be the same as we startedJust travelling along, singing a song, Side by side.

SKYE BOAT SONGSpeed bonnie boat like a bird on the wingOnward the sailors cry;Carry the lad that's born to be king,Over the sea to Skye.

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

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

Many's the lad fought on that day,Well the claymore could wield,When the night came, silently layDead on Culloden's field.SO LONG IT'S BEEN GOOD TO KNOW YOUI've sung this song but I'll sing it again'Of the place that I lived on the wild windy plainIn the month of Apriul the country called GrayHere's what all of the people there say!

"Well it's so long, it's been good to know youSo long, it's been good to know youSo long, it's been good to know you,This duty old dust is a getting my homeAnd I've got to be drifting along."

Well the dust storm came, it came like thunderIt dusted us over, it covered us underIt blocked out the traffic, it blocked out the sunAnd straight for home all the people did run.

Well the sweethearts they sat inthe darkand they sparked

They hugged and they kissed in the dusty old darkThey sighed, they cried, they hugged and they kissedBut instead of marriage, they were talking like this, honey.

SOMEWHERE MY LOVESomewhere my love there will be songs to singAlthough the snow covers the hope of springSomewhere a hill blossoms in green and goldAnd there are dreams all that your heart can hold

Someday, we'll meet again my loveSomeday, whenever the spring breaks through

You'll come to me out of the long agoWarm as the wind soft as the kiss of snowTill then my sweet, think of me now and thenGod speed my love till you are mine again!SONG SUNG BLUESong sung blue everybody knows oneSong sung blue everybody knows oneMe and you, are subject toThe blues now and thenBut when you take the blues and make a songYou sing them out again

Song sung blue weeping like a willowSong sung blue crying on my pillowFunny thing, you can sing themWith a cry in your voiceBefore you know it starts you feeling goodYou've simply got no choice.

Song sung blue everybody knows oneSong sung blue everybody has oneMe and you are subject tothe blues now and thenBut when you take the blues and put them in a songYou sing them out again, sing them out again.

Song sung blue, weeping like a willowSong sung blue, crying on my pillowFunny thing you can sing themWith a cry in your voiceBefore you know it starts you feeling goodYou've simply got no choice, got no choice.

Song sung blue, etc ....

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SOUNDS OF SILENCE

Hello darkness my old friend, I've come to talk to you againFor a vision softly creeping, left its seed while I was sleepingAnd the vision that was planted in my brain, still remains,

within the sounds of silence.

In restless dreams I walked alone, thru' the streets of cobblestone'Neath the halo of a street lamp I turned my collar to the cold and damp,"Till my eyes were stabbed by the flash of a neon light, it split the night,

and touched the sounds of silence.

And in the naked light I saw ten thousand people, maybe more,People talking without speaking, people listening without hearing,People writing songs that voices never shared, no one dared,disturb the sounds of silence.

Fools said you just do not know, silence like a cancer grows,Take my arms that I might reach you, hear my voice that I might teach youBut my words like the silent raindrops fell, and echoed

in the wells of silence.

And the people bowed and prayed to the neon Gods they made,And the sign sang out its warning, and words that it was formingAnd the sign said "The words of the prophet are written on the subway walls,

and tenament halls - whispered within the sounds of silence."

STREETS OF LONDONHave you seen the old man in the closed down marketKicking upthe papers with his worn out shoesIn his eyes you see no pride, hand held loosely by his sideYesterdays paper telling yesterday's news,

So how can you tell me you're lonelyAnd say for you that the sun don't shineLet me take you by the handAnd lead you through the streets of LondonI'll show you somethingTo make you change your mind.

Have you seen the old girl who walks the streets of LondonDirt in her hair and her clothes in ragsShe's no time for talkin', she just keeps right on walkin'Carrying her home in two carrier bags.

So how can you tell me you're lonely.....

In the all-night cafe at quarter past elevenSame old sitting there on his ownLooking at the world over the rim of his teacupEach tea lasts an hour then he wanders home alone

So how can you tell me you're lonely.....

Have you seen the old man outside the seamans missionMemory fading with the medal ribbons he wearsIn his own winter city the rain cries little pityFor one forgotten hero and a world that doesn't care

So how can you tell me you're lonely.....

SUMMERTIMESummertime an' the livin' is easy,Fish are jumpin' an'

the cotton is high,Your Daddy’s rich anyour mummy’s good lookingSo hush pretty Baby, don’t you cry

One of these mornin'sYou goin' to rise-up singin',

Then you'll spread yo' wings an'you'll take to the sky.

But till that mornin'there's nothin' can harm you

With Daddy an' Mammy standing by.

SWANEESwanee, how I love you,how I love you my dear old Swanee,I'd give the world to beAmong the folks in D-I-X-I,Even now my Mammy's waiting for me,praying for me,Down by the Swanee,The folks up north will see me no more,When I get to that Swanee shore.

SWEET VIOLETSThere once was a farmer who took a young miss back of the barnWhere he gave her a lecture on horses and chickens and eggs,And told her that she had such beautiful mannersThat suited a girl of her charms,A girl that he wanted to take in his washing and ironingAnd then if she didThey could get married and raise lots of sweet violetsSweeter than the rosesCovered all over from head to toe, covered all over with sweet violets.

The girl told the farmer that he'd better stop and she called her fatherand he called a taxi and got there before very long,'Cause someone was doing his little girl right for a changeAnd so that's why he said; "If you marry her sonYou're better off single 'cause it's always been my beliefMarriage will bring a man nothing but sweet violets

Sweeter than the roses,Covered all over from head to toe, covered all over with sweet violets."

The farmer decided he'd wed anyway and started in planningFor his wedding suit which he purchased for only one buck,But then he found out he was just out of money and so he gotLeft in the lurch standing and waiting in front of the endof this story which hust goes to show all a girl wants from aMan is his sweet violets,Sweeter than the roses,Covered all over from head to toe, covered all over with sweet violets.

SWING LOW SWEET CHARIOT:

Swing low, sweet chariot,Comin' for to carry me home,Swing low sweet chariot,Comin' for to carry me home.

I looked over Jordan and what did I see,Comin' for to carry me home,A band of angels comin' after me,

Comin' for to carry me home.If you get there before I do,Comin' for to carry me home,Tell all my friends

I'm a-comin' too,Comin' for to carry me home.

I'm sometimes up and sometimes down,Comin' for to carry me home,But still my soul feels heavenly

bound,Comin' for to carry me home.

TAKE ME HOME COUNTRY ROADSAlmost heaven West Virginia,

Blue Ridge Mtns, Shenandoah Rvr.Life is old there, older than the trees,Younger than the mountains,Growin' like a breeze.

Country roads, take me home,to the place I belong,

West Virginia, mountain momma,Take me home, country roads

All my mem'ries gather 'round her,Miner's lady, stranger to blue waterDark and dusty, painted on the sky,Misty taste of moonshine,

tear drop in my eye.

I hear her voice in the mornin' hour she calls me,The radio reminds me of my home far away,And drivin' down the raod I get a feelingThat I should have been home yesterday.

TAVERN IN THE TOWN(repeat last phrase of each line)

There is a tavern in the townAnd there my true love sits him down,And drinks his wine 'mid laughter free,And never, never thinks of me.Chorus:Fare thee well for I must leave thee,Do not let the parting grieve thee,And remember that the best of friends

must part, must part,Adieu, adieu, kind friends adieu, adieu,

adieu,I can no longer stay with you, stay with youI'll hang my harp on a weeping willow tree,And may the world go well with thee!

He left me for a damsel dark,Each Friday night they used to spark,And now my love once true to me,Takes that dark damsel on his knee.

Oh dig my grave both wide and deep,Put tombstones at my head and feet,And on my breast carve a turtle dove,To signify I died of love.

TEDDY BEARS' PICNIC

If you go down in the woods todayYou're sure of a big surprise,If you go down in the woods todayYou'd better go in disguise,For ev'ry Bear that ever there wasWill gather there for certain, because,Today's the day the Teddy Bears have their Picnic.

Picnic time for Teddy Bears,The little Teddy Bears are having a lovely time today.Watch them, catch them unawares,And see them picnic on their holiday.See them gaily gad about,They love to play and shout,They never have any cares;At six o'clock their Mummies and Daddieswill take them home to bed,Because they're tired little Teddy Bears.

THE LAST FAREWELL

There's a ship lies rigged and ready in the harbourTomorrow for old England she sails.Far away from your land of endless summerTo my land full of rainy days and gales.And I shall be aboard her in the morningThough my heart is full of tears at this farewellFor you are beautifulAnd I have loved you dearly,More dearly than the spoken word can tell

I hear there's a wicked war a'ragingAnd the taste of war I know so very wellEven now I see their foreign flags a'raisingTheir guns on fire as they sail into hell.I have no fear of death, it brings no sorrowBut how bitter will be this last farewellFor you are beautiful......

Though death and darkness gather all around meAnd my ship be torn apart upon the seaI shall smell again the fragrance of these islandsand the heaving waves that brought me once to thee.And should I return safe home again to EnglandI shall watch the English mist roll through the dellFor you are beautiful......

THE OVERLANDER

There's a trade you all know well,It's bringing cattle over,On every track, to the Gulf and back,Men know the Queensland drover.

Pass the bill round, boysDon't let the pint-pot stand thereFor tonight we'll drink the healthOf every overlander.

I came from the northern plains,Where the girls and grass are scanty,Where the creeks run dry or ten feet high,And it's either drought or plenty.

There are men from every land,From Spain and France and Flanders,They're a well-mixed pack, both white & black,The Queensland overlanders.

When we've earned a spree in town,We live like pigs in cloverAnd the whole year's cheque pours down the neck,Of many a Queensland drover.

As I pass along the roads,The children raise my dander,Crying "Mother, dear, take in the clothes,Here comes an overlander.

Now I'm bound for home once more,On a prad that's quite a goes:I can find a job with a crawling mob,On the banks of the Maranoa.

STREETS OF LONDONHave you seen the old man in the closed down marketKicking upthe papers with his worn out shoesIn his eyes you see no pride, hand held loosely by his sideYesterdays paper telling yesterday's news,

So how can you tell me you're lonelyAnd say for you that the sun don't shineLet me take you by the handAnd lead you through the streets of LondonI'll show you somethingTo make you change your mind.

Have you seen the old girl who walks the streets of LondonDirt in her hair and her clothes in ragsShe's no time for talkin', she just keeps right on walkin'Carrying her home in two carrier bags.

So how can you tell me you're lonely.....

In the all-night cafe at quarter past elevenSame old sitting there on his ownLooking at the world over the rim of his teacupEach tea lasts an hour then he wanders home alone

So how can you tell me you're lonely.....

Have you seen the old man outside the seamans missionMemory fading with the medal ribbons he wearsIn his own winter city the rain cries little pity

For one forgotten hero and a world that doesn't care

So how can you tell me you're lonely.....

THE UNICORN

A long time ago when the earth was greenThere were more kinds of animals than you've ever seenAnd they'd run around free while the world was being bornAnd the loveliest of them all was the unicorn

Chorus: There were green alligators and long necked geeseHumped back camels and chimpanzeesCats and rats and elephants but sure as you're bornThe loveliest of all was the unicorn

But the Lord seen some sinnin' and it caused him painHe said "stand back, I'm gonna make it rainSo hey, Brother Noah, I'll tell you what to doGo and build me a floating zoo.

Chorus: And you take 2 alligators and a couple of geese2 hump back camels and 2 chimpanzees2 cats, 2 rats, 2 elephants but sure as you're bornDon't you forget my unicorn

Now Noah was there and he answered the callin'And he finished up the ark as the rain started fallin'Then he marched in the animals two by twoAnd he sang out as they went through

Chorus: Hey Lord I got you 2 alligators and a couple of geese2 hump back camels and 2 chimpanzees2 cats, 2 rats, 2 elephants but sure as you're bornLord, I just don't see your unicorn

Well Noah looked out through the driving rainBut the unicorns were hiding and playing silly gamesThey were kicking and splashing while the rain was pourin'Oh them foolish unicorns

Chorus: .....

Then the ducks started duckin' and the snakes started snakin'The elephants started elephantin' and the boat started shakin'The mice started squeaking and the lions started roarin'And everyone's aboard but them unicorns

Chorus: I mean the 2 alligators and a couple of geeseThe humped back camels and the chimpanzeesNoah cried "close the door coz the rain is pourin' inAnd we just can't wait for them unicorns

And the ark started movin' and it drifted with the tideAnd the unicorns looked up from the rock and cried

And the water came up and sort of floated them awayAnd that's why you've never seen a unicorn to this day

Chorus: You'll see a lot of alligators and whole lot of geeseYou'll see humped back camels and chimpanzeesYou'll see cats and rats and elephants, but sure as you're bornYou're never gonna see no unicorn.

THERE'S A KIND OF HUSH

There's a kind of hush all over the world tonight,All over the world you can hear the sounds of lovers in love,You know what I mean -Just the two of us and nobody else in sightThere's nobody else and I'm feeling good,Just holding you tight -So listern very varefully,Closer now and you will see what I mean,It isn't a dream,The only sound that you will hearIs when I whisper in your ear, "I love you, for ever and ever."

There's a kind of hush all over the world tonight,All over the world people just like us are falling in love,Yeah, they're falling in love.

THOSE WERE THE DAYS

Once upon a time there was a tavern,Where we used to raise a glass or two,Remember how we laughed away the hours,Think of all the great things we would do.

Chorus: Those were the days my friend,We thought they'd never end,We'd sing and dance for ever and a day,We'd live the life we'd choose,We'd fight and never lose,For we were young and so we had our way.La la la la .....

Then as the years went drifting by us,We lost our starry notions on the way,Just by chance I'd see you in the tavern,We'd smile at one another and we'd say .

Just tonight I stood beside the tavernNothing seemed the way it used to beIn the glass I saw a strange reflectionWas that lonely woman really me?

Through the door there came familiar laughterI saw your face and heard you call my nameNow my friend we're older but not wiserFor in our hearts the dreams are still the same.

TIE A YELLOW RIBBON 'ROUND THE OLD OAK TREE

Um comin' home, I`ve done my timeNow I've got to know what is and isn't mine

If you received my letterTelling you I`ll soon be freeThen you'll know just what to doIf you still want meIf you still want me

Chorus:Well tie a yellow ribbon round the old oak treeIt`s been three long yearsDo you still want me,If I don`t see a yellow ribbon`Round the old oak treeI'll stay on the busForget about usPut the blame on meIf I don't see a yellow ribbon'Round the old oak tree'Round the old oak tree

Bus Driver please look for meCause I couldn`t bear to see what I might seeI'm really still in prisonAnd my love she holds the keyA simple yellow ribbon`sWhat I need to set me freeI wrote and tole her please

Chorus ....

Now the whole damned bus is cheeringAnd I can`t believe I seeA hundred yellow ribbons'Round the old oak treeThe old oak treeI'm coming homeMy love I'm home

TRY A LITTLE KINDNESS

If you see your brother standing by the roadWith a heavy load from seeds he's sowedAnd if you see your sister falling by the wayJust stop and say "You're goin' the wrong way"You've got to try a little kindness;Yeah, show a little kindness,Just shine your light for everyone to seeAnd if you try a little kindnessThen you'll overlook the blindnessOf the narrow minded peopleOn their narrow minded treets.

Don't walk around the down and outLend a helping hand, instead of doubtAnd the kindness that you show ev'ry dayWill help someone along their wayYeah, show a little kindness, .....

TRY TO REMEMBER

Try to remember the kind of SeptemberWhen life was slow and oh, so mellow,

Try to remember the kind of SeptemberWhen grass was green and grain was yellowTry to remember the kind of Septemberwhen you were a tender and callow fellow,Try to remember and if you remember, then followFollow, follow, follow, follow, follow, follow

Try to remember when life was so tenderThat no one wept except the willowTry to remember when life was so tenderThe dreams were kept beside your pillowTry to remember when life was to tenderThat love was an ember about to billowTry to remember and if you remember then followFollow, follow, follow, follow, follow, follow

VIVE L'AMOUR

Let ev'ry good fellow now join in a songVive la compagnieSuccess to each other and pass it alongVive la compagnie!

Vive la vive la vive l'amour" " " " " "" " " " " "" " " " " "Vine la compagnie!

A friend on the left and a friend on the rightIn joy and good fellowship let us unite

A right jully time we've had here and soLet's spread the joy 'round us as homewards we go

Should time or occasion compel us to partThese days shall forever enliven the heart.

VINCENT

Starry, starry night, Paint your palette blue and greyLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soulShadows on the hill, sketch the trees and the daffodilsCatch the breeze and the winter chills.

Chorus: Now I understand, what you tried to say to meAnd how you suffered for your sanityAnd how you tried to set them freeThey wouldn't listen they did not know howPerhaps they'll listen now.

Starry, starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blazeSwirling clouds in voilet haze, reflect in Vincent's eyes of China blueColours changing you, morning fields of amber greyWeathered faces lined-in pain, and soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.

For they could not love you, but still your love was true,Then when no hope was left in sight, on that starry, starry nightYou took your life as lovers often do, But I could have told you VincentThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.

Starry, starry night, portraits hung in empty hallsFrameless heads on nameless walls, with eyes that watch the world and can't

forget, Like the strangers that you've metThe ragged men in ragged clothes, the silver thorn of bloody roseLie crushed and broken on the Virgin slope, Now I think I knowWhat you tried to say to me, And how you suffered for your sanityAnd how you tried to set them free, They would not listen,They're not listening still, Perhaps they never will.

WALKING MY BABY BACK HOME

WALK RIGHT IN

Walk right in, sit right down, Daddy let your mind roll onWalk right in, sit right down, Daddy let your mind roll onEverybody's talkin' 'bout a new way o' walkin'Do you wanta lose your mindWalk right in, sit right down, Daddy let your mind roll on

Walk right in, sit right down, Baby let your hair hang downWalk right in, sit right down, Baby let your hair hang downEverybody's talkin' 'bout a new way o' walking

Chorus ...Do you wanta lose your mindWalk right in, sit right down, Baby let your hair hang down

WANDERIN' STAR

I was born under a wanderin' star, I was born under a wanderin' starWheels are made for rollin', muls are made to pack,I never seen a sight that didn't look better lookin' back,I was born under a wanderin' star.Mud can make you prisoner and the plains can make you dry,Snow can burn your eyes, but only people make you cry.Home is made for comin' from, for dreams of goin' toWhich, with any luck will never come true.

I was born under a wanderin' star, I was born under a wanderin' star,Do I know where hell is? Hell is in helloHeaven is goodbye forever, it's time for me to go.When I get to heaven , tie me to a tree,Or I'll begin to roam, and you know where I will be.I was born under a wanderin' star. A wanderin', wanderin" star.

THE WAYWARD WIND

Chorus: Oh the wayward wind is a restless wind,A restless wind, that yearns to wander,

And I was born, the next of kin,The next of kin, to the wayward wind.

In a lonely shack by a railroad track,I spent my younger days,And the lonely sound of the outward boundMade me a slave to my wanderin' ways.

Oh I met a girl in a border town,I vowed we'd never part,

Though I tried my best to settle down,She's now alone with a broken heart.

WAITING AT THE CHURCH

WE SHALL OVERCOME

We shall overcome, we shall overcomeWe shall overcome some day;Oh deep in my heart I do believe,That we shall overcome some day.

We'll walk hand in hand ...

We shall fight no more ...

We will all as brother ...

Black and white as one ...

We shall overcome ...

WHEN I'M SIXTY FOUR

When I get older, losing my hair, Many years from nowWill you still be sending me a Valentine, Birthday greeting, bottle of wine?If I'd been out till quarter to three, would you lock the door?Will you still need me, will you still feed me, when I'm sixty-four?

You'd be older too .... Ah .....And if you say the word, I could stay with you.

I could be handy mending a fuse, when your lights have goneYou can knit a sweater by the fire-side, Sunday mornings go for a rideDoing the garden, digging the weeds, Who could ask for more?Will you still need me, will you still feed me, When I'm sixty-four?

Every summer we can rent a cottage on the Isle of WightIf it's not too dearWe shall scrimp and save .... Ah ...Grandchildren on your kneeVera, Chuck and Dave.

Send me a postcard, drop me a line Stating point of viewIndicate precisely what you mean to say Yours sincerely wasting awayGive me your answer, fill in a form, Mine for evermoreWill you still need me, will you still feed me, When I'm sixty-four?

WHEN IRISH EYES ARE SMILING

When Irish eyes are smiling,Sure it's like a morn in spring,In the lilt of Irish laughter,you can hear the angels sing,When Irish eyes are happy,All the world seems bright and gay,And when Irish eyes are smiling,Sure they steal your heart away.

WHEN THE SAINTS GO MARCHING IN

We are travelling in the footstepsOf those who've gone before,And we'll all be re-unitedOn that far and distant shore.

O when the saints go marching in,O when the saints go marching in,O Lord, I want to be in that number,When the saits go marching in.

O when the sun begins to shine, ...

O when the trumpet sounds recall, ...

Some say this world of troubleIs the only one we need,But I'm waiting for that momentWhen the new world is revealed.

O when the saints go marching in, ...

WHERE DO YOU GO TO MY LOVELY

WHERE HAVE ALL THE FLOWERS GONE

Where have all the flowers gone,long time passing?

Where have all the flowers gone,long time ago?

Where have all the flowers gone?Young girls picked them every one,

When will they ever learn,when will they ever learn?

Where have all the young girls gone,long time passing?

Where have all the young girls gone,long time ago?

Where have all the young girls gone?gone to young men every one,

When will they ever learn,when will they ever learn?

Where have all the young men gone,long time passing?

Where have all the young men gone,long time ago?

Where have all the young men gone?they are all in uniform

When will they ever learn,when will they ever learn?

Where have all the soldiers gone,long time passing?

Where have all the soldiers gone,

long time ago?Where have all the soldiers gone?gone to graveyards everyone,

When will they ever learn,when will they ever learn?

Where have all the flowers gone,long time passing?

Where have all the flowers gone,long time ago?

Where have all the flowers gone?Young girls picked them every one,

When will they ever learn,when will they ever learn?

WHILE THE BILLY BOILS

Come and sit beneath the bluegumsWhile the billy boilsShaded by the old and new gumsWhile the billy boilsAnd tell your story of your youthOf love and joy or tearsLet your memories gently fill the yearsA timeless feeling -

There's the scent of gumleaves burningWhile the billy boilsWood to ash to earth returningWhile the billy boilsSo shed your worries with your swagForget your cares and toilsAnd come and join usWhile the billy boils

Come and sit beneath the bluegumsWhile the billy boilsShaded by the old and new gumsWhile the billy boilsAnd tell your story as you willOf love and joy and tearsLet your memories gently fill the yearsA timeless feeling.

WILD COLONIAL BOY

There was a wild colonial boy, Jack Doolan was his name,Of poor but honest parents, he was born in Castlemaine.He was his father's only hope, his mother's only joy,The pride of both his parents was the wild colonial boy.

He was barely sixteen years of age when he left his father's home,And through Australia's sunny clime as a bushranger did roam,He robbed those wealthy squatters, their stock he did destroy,And a terror to Australia was the wild colonial boy.

In '61 this daring youth commenced his wild career,With a heart that knew no danger, no foeman did he fear,He held the Beechworth Mail coach up and robbed Judge Macoboy,Who trembled and gave up his gold to the wild colonial boy.

He bade the judge "Good Morning" and told him to beware,For he'd never rob a jhearty judge that acted on the square,But not to rob a mother of her son and only joy,Or you'll breed a race of outlaws, like the wild colonial boy.

One day as he was riding the mountain-side along,A-listening to the little birds, their pleasant laughing song,Three mounted troopers came in sight, Kelly, Davis and Fitzroy,They thought that they would capture him, the wild colonial boy.

"Surrender now, Jack Doolan, you see we're three to one,Surrender now, Jack Doolan, you daring highwayman."He drew a pistol from his belt, and shook it like a toy,"I'll fight but not surrender," said the wild colonial boy.

He fired at trooper Kelly, and brought him to the ground,And in return from Davis, received a mortal wound,All shattered through the jaws he lay, still firing at fitzroy,And that's the way they captured him, the wild colonial boy.

WILD ROVER NO MORE

I've been a wild rover this many a year,And I've spent all my money on whisky and beer;But now I'm returning with gold in great store,And I never shall play the wild rover no more.

Chorus: No! No! never; never no more;I never shall play the wild rover no more!

I dropped into a shanty I used to frequent,And I told the landlady my money was spent;I asked her for credit, she answered me "Nay!Such custom as yours, I can get any day." So it's ...

Then I drew from my pocket ten sovereigns bright,And the landlady's eyes opened wide with delight;She said, "I have whiskey and wines of the best,And the words that I told you were only in jest." But it's ...

I'll go home to my parents; confess what I've done;And I'll ask them to pardon their prodigal son;And if they will do so, as often before,Then I never shall play the wild rover no more. For it's ...

WITH MY SWAG ALL ON MY SHOULDER

When first we left old England's shoreSuch yarns that we were toldHow the folks in far AustraliaCould pick up lumps of gold.So when we got to Melbourne townWe were ready soon to slipTo get even with the CaptainWe scuttled from the ship.

With a swag all on my shoulderBlack billy in my handI'll travel the bush of AustraliaLike a true born native man.

We steered our course to Portland townThen north west to BallaratWhere some of us got mighty thinAnd some got sleek and fatSome tried their luck at BendigoAnd some at Firey CreekI made a fortune in a dayAnd spent it in a week.

Now round the tucker tracks I trampNor leave them out of sightMy swag on my left shoulderAnd then upon my rightAnd then I take it on my backAnd oft upon it lieThese are the best of tucker tracksAnd I'll stay here 'till I die.

WOAD (Men of Harlech)

What's the good of wearing braces,Vests and pants and boots with laces,Spats or hats you buy in placesDown in Brompton Road?What's the use of shirts of cotton,Studs that always get forgotten?These affairs are simply rotten:Better far is WOAD

WOAD's the stuff to show men:WOAD to scare your foemen:Boil it to a brilliant hueAnd rub it on your back and your abdomen.Ancient Briton, never hit onAnything as good as WOAD to fit onNeck or knees, or where you sit on.Tailors, you be blowed.

Roman, keep your armours;Saxon, your pyjamas:Hairy coats were meant for goats,Gorillas, yaks, retriever dogs and llamas.Tramp up Snowdon with your WOAD on:Never mind if you get rained or blowed on.Never need a button sewed onGo it, Ancient B's

WOODEN HEART

Can't you see I love you, Please don't break my heart in two,That's not hard to do, 'Cause I don't have a wooden heart.And if you say goodbye, Then I know I would cry,Maybe I would die, 'Cause I don't have a wooden heart.

There's no strings upon this heart of mine,It was always you from the start.Treat me nice, treat me good, Treat me like you really should,'Cause my heart's not made of wood, And I don't have a wooden heart.WORLD OF OUR OWN

Close the door, light the light,We're staying home tonightFar away from the bustleAnd the bright city lightsLet them all fade awayJust leave us aloneAnd we'll live in a world of our own

We'll build a world of our own that no one wlse can shareAll our sorrows we'll leave far behind us thereAnd I know you will find there'll be peace of mindWhen we live in a world of our own

Oh my love, oh my loveI cried for you so muchLonely nights without sleepingWhile I longed for your touchNow your lips can eraseThe heartache I've knownCome with me to a world of our own.

WOULDN'T IT BE LOVERLY

All I want is to go South West, That's the country that I like bestThen come home for a rest, Oh, wouldn't it be loverly!Lots of dehyd. for me to eat, lots of snow and lots of sleet,Cold hands, cold face, cold feet, oh, wouldn't it be loverly!Oh, so loverly sitting abso-blooming-lutely still,Tent-bounsd while the wind blows round all over the flaming hill.Lots of leeches to suck my blood, lots of slush and lots of mud,And every river's in flood, Oh, wouldn't it be loverly!

YELLOW SUBMARINE

In the town where I was bornLived a man who sailed the seaAnd he hold us of his lifeIn the land of submarines

So we sailed on to the sunTill we found the sea of greenAnd we lived beneath the wavesIn our yellow submarine

We all live in a yellow submarineA yellow submarine, a yellow submarineWe all live in a yellow submarineA yellow submarine, a yellow submarine

And our friends are all aboardMany more of them live next doorAnd the band begins to playIn our yellow submarine

As we live a life of easeEvery one of us has all we needSky of blue and sea of greenIn our yellow submarmine.

YER LOSIN' EM

I got at invite to a do,A really fancy ball,So I got myself a new dress suitTop hat, bow tie and all.The bloody pants were far too big,King Kong would fit them well,So I hitched 'em up with a safety pinMy God I did look swell,- But as I walked out on the streetI heard a school boy yell ...

Yer losin' 'em,Yer losin' 'emHitch 'em up before they fall,Who's are they? Are they your father's ?They can't be yours at all.

I grabbed the schoolboy by the neck.And I wrenched off his tie.I tied the tie around me pantsTill they were high and dry.I put me hands into me pocketsNo harm in making sure,But as I walked up to the hallAnd shook hands at the doorA mighty choir of voicesRose from the ballroom floor ...

YESTERDAY

Yesterday, all my troubles seemed so far away,Now it looks as though they're here to stayOh, I believe in yesterday.Suddenly; I'm not half the girl I used to be,There's a shadow hanging over me.Oh, yesterday came suddenly.

Why he had to go, I don't know, he wouldn't say.I said something wrong, now I long for yesterday.Yesterday; love was such an easy game to play,Now I need a place to hide away,Oh, I believe in yesterday.YOU MADE ME LOVE YOU

You made me love you,I didn't want to do it,I didn't want to do it,You made me want you,And all the time you knew it,I guess you always knew it.You made me happy sometimes you made me glad,But there were times, dear,You made me feel so bad.

You made me sigh forI didn't want to tell youI didn't want to tell youI want some love that's true,

Yes I do, 'deed I do, you know I do.Give me, give me, what I cry for,You know you've got the brand ofkisses that I'd die for,You know you made me love you.