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\"Songs\"<\/p>\n

<\/a><\/p>\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n
\n

American<\/p>\n<\/td>\n

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Australian<\/p>\n<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n

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Amazing Grace<\/p>\n

<\/a><\/td>\n

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Tie Me Kangaroo Down<\/p>\n

<\/a><\/td>\n<\/tr>\n

<\/p>\n

America (My Country \u2018Tis of Thee)<\/p>\n

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<\/p>\n

Waltzing Matilda<\/p>\n

<\/a><\/td>\n<\/tr>\n

<\/p>\n

America<\/p>\n

<\/a><\/td>\n

<\/p>\n

Waltzing Matilda -- An Older Version<\/p>\n

<\/a><\/td>\n<\/tr>\n

<\/p>\n

America The Beautiful<\/p>\n

<\/a><\/td>\n<\/tr>\n

<\/p>\n

Battle Hymn of the Republic<\/p>\n

<\/a><\/td>\n

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French<\/p>\n<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n

<\/p>\n

Billboards<\/p>\n

<\/a><\/td>\n

<\/p>\n

Vive l\u2019Amour<\/p>\n

<\/a><\/td>\n<\/tr>\n

<\/p>\n

Commercial Mix-up<\/p>\n

<\/a><\/td>\n

<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
<\/p>\n

Dixie<\/p>\n

<\/a><\/td>\n

\n

German<\/p>\n<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n

<\/p>\n

Fried Ham<\/p>\n

<\/a><\/td>\n

<\/p>\n

Dunderbeck<\/p>\n

<\/a><\/td>\n<\/tr>\n

<\/p>\n

Home on the Range<\/p>\n

<\/a><\/td>\n<\/tr>\n

<\/p>\n

It Ain\u2019t Gonna Rain No More<\/p>\n

<\/a><\/td>\n

\n

Other<\/p>\n<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n

<\/p>\n

Morningtown Ride<\/p>\n

<\/a><\/td>\n

<\/p>\n

Edelweiss<\/p>\n

<\/a><\/td>\n<\/tr>\n

<\/p>\n

Oh! Susanna<\/p>\n

<\/a><\/td>\n

<\/p>\n

Hello<\/p>\n

<\/a><\/td>\n<\/tr>\n

<\/p>\n

Old Black Joe<\/p>\n

<\/a><\/td>\n

<\/p>\n

Ilky Moor<\/p>\n

<\/a><\/td>\n<\/tr>\n

<\/p>\n

Patsy Atsy Ori Ay<\/p>\n

<\/a><\/td>\n

<\/p>\n

Kee Chee<\/p>\n

<\/a><\/td>\n<\/tr>\n

<\/p>\n

Skip to My Lou<\/p>\n

<\/a><\/td>\n

<\/p>\n

Old Folks at Home<\/p>\n

<\/a><\/td>\n<\/tr>\n

<\/p>\n

Sweet Betsy From Pike<\/p>\n

<\/a><\/td>\n

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Shine On, Harvest Moon, Medley<\/p>\n

<\/a><\/td>\n<\/tr>\n

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Taps | Taps (Fast)<\/a>
\n | <\/p>\n

The Story of Taps<\/p>\n

<\/a><\/td>\n

<\/p>\n

The Gypsy Rover<\/p>\n

<\/a><\/td>\n<\/tr>\n

<\/p>\n

The Cowboy\u2019s Lament (The Street\u2019s
\n of Laredo)<\/p>\n

<\/a><\/td>\n<\/tr>\n

<\/p>\n

The Star-Spangled Banner<\/p>\n

<\/a><\/td>\n<\/tr>\n

<\/p>\n

This Land is Your Land<\/p>\n

<\/a><\/td>\n<\/tr>\n

<\/p>\n

Song of the States<\/p>\n

<\/a><\/td>\n<\/tr>\n

<\/p>\n

Upward Trail<\/p>\n

<\/a><\/td>\n<\/tr>\n

<\/p>\n

Yankee Doodle<\/p>\n

<\/a><\/td>\n<\/tr>\n<\/table>\n

Tie Me Kangaroo Down<\/h1>\n

The first verse is almost spoken or narrated
\nThere\u2019s an old Australian stockman - lying, dying...
\nAnd he gets himself up onto one elbow
\nAnd turns to his mates who are all gathered around
\nAnd he says....<\/p>\n

I\u2019m going, Blue; this you gotta do,
\nI\u2019m not gonna pull through, Blue, so this you gotta do . . .<\/p>\n

Chorus:
\nTie me kangaroo down, sport
\nTie me kangaroo down.
\nTie me kangaroo down, sport
\nTie me kangaroo down.<\/p>\n

Watch me wallabies feed, mate
\nWatch me wallabies feed.
\nThey\u2019re a dangerous breed, mate
\nSo, watch me wallabies feed.<\/p>\n

(chorus)<\/p>\n

Let me wombats go loose, Bruce,
\nLet me wombats go loose.
\nThey\u2019re of no further use, Bruce,
\nSo let me wombats go lose.<\/p>\n

(chorus)<\/p>\n

Keep me cockatoo cool, curl
\nKeep me cockatoo cool.
\nDon\u2019t go actin\u2019 the fool, curl
\nJust keep me cockatoo cool.<\/p>\n

(chorus)<\/p>\n

Take me koala back, Jack
\nTake me koala back.
\nHe lives somewhere out on the track, Mack
\nSo, take me koala back.<\/p>\n

(chorus)<\/p>\n

Mind me platypus duck, Bill
\nMind me platypus duck.
\nDon\u2019t let him go running amuck, Bill
\nJust, mind me platypus duck.<\/p>\n

(chorus)<\/p>\n

Play your digeridoo, Blue
\nPlay your digeridoo.
\n(Dying) Like, keep playing it \u2018til I shoot through, Blue
\nPlay your digeridoo.<\/p>\n

(chorus)<\/p>\n

Tan me hide when I\u2019m dead, Fred
\nTan me hide when I\u2019m dead.
\nSo, we tanned his hide, when he died, Clyde
\nAnd that\u2019s it hangin\u2019 on the shed.<\/p>\n

(chorus)<\/p>\n

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<\/a>Waltzing Matilda<\/h1>\n

Once a jolly swagman camped by a billabong,
\nUnder the shade of a coolibah tree,
\nAnd he sang as he watched and waited till his billy boiled
\nYou\u2019ll come a waltzing Matilda with me.<\/p>\n

Waltzing Matilda, Waltzing Matilda,
\nYou\u2019ll come a waltzing Matilda with me,
\nAnd he sang as he watched and waited till his billy boiled,
\nYou\u2019ll come a waltzing Matilda with me.<\/p>\n

Down came a jumbuck to drink at that billabong,
\nUp jumped the swagman and grabbed him with glee,
\nAnd he sang as he shoved that jumbuck in his tuckerbag
\nYou\u2019ll come a waltzing Matilda with me.<\/p>\n

Waltzing Matilda, Waltzing Matilda,
\nYou\u2019ll come a waltzing Matilda with me,
\nAnd he sang as he shoved that jumbuck in his tuckerbag,
\nYou\u2019ll come a waltzing Matilda with me.<\/p>\n

Up rode the squatter mounted on his thoroughbred,
\nDown came the troopers - one, two, three,
\nWhose that jolly jumbuck you\u2019ve got in your tuckerbag?
\nYou\u2019ll come a waltzing Matilda with me.<\/p>\n

Waltzing Matilda, Waltzing Matilda,
\nYou\u2019ll come a waltzing Matilda with me,
\nWhose that jolly jumbuck you\u2019ve got in your tuckerbag?
\nYou\u2019ll come a waltzing Matilda with me.<\/p>\n

Up jumped the swagman, and sprang into the billabong,
\nYou\u2019ll never catch me alive said he,
\nAnd his ghost may be heard as you pass by that billabong
\nYou\u2019ll come a waltzing Matilda with me.<\/p>\n

Waltzing Matilda, Waltzing Matilda,
\nYou\u2019ll come a waltzing Matilda with me,
\nAnd his ghost may be heard as you pass by that billabong,
\nYou\u2019ll come a waltzing Matilda with me.<\/p>\n

Waltzing Matilda -- An Older Version
\nOh, There was once a swagman camped in a billabong
\nUnder the shade of a coolabah tree
\nAnd he sang as he looked at his old billy boiling
\n\u201cWho\u2019ll come a Waltzing Matilda with me?<\/p>\n

Who\u2019ll come a Waltzing Matilda, my darling,
\nWho\u2019ll come a Waltzing Matilda with me
\nWaltzing Watilda and leading a water-bag
\nWho\u2019ll come a Waltzing Matilda with me.
\nDown came a jumbuck to drink at the water hole
\nUp jumped the swagman and grabbed him in glee
\nAnd he sang as he stuffed him away in his tuckerbag
\n\u201cYou\u2019ll come a Waltzing Matilda with me.\u201d<\/p>\n

(Repeat Chorus)<\/p>\n

Down came the squatter, a riding on his thoroughbred
\nDown came policemen, One, two and three
\n\u201cWhose is the jumbuck you\u2019ve got in your tuckerbag
\nYou\u2019ll come a Waltzing Matilda with me.\u201d<\/p>\n

(Repeat Chorus)<\/p>\n

But the swagman, he up and he jumped in the water hole
\nDrowning himself by the Coolabah tree
\nAnd his ghost may be heard as it sings in the billibong
\n\u201cWho\u2019ll come a Waltzing Matilda with me?\u201d<\/p>\n

(Repeat Chorus)<\/p>\n

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<\/a>This Land is Your Land<\/h1>\n

As I went walking, that ribbon of highway
\nI saw above me that endless skyway
\nI saw below that golden valley.
\nThis land was made for you and me.<\/p>\n

This land is your land, this land is my land.
\nFrom California to the New York Island
\nFrom the Redwood forest to the Gulf Stream waters.
\nThis was made for your and me.<\/p>\n

I saw a sign that said \u201cNo Trespassing.\u201d
\nAnd on the other side, that sign said nothing.
\nAnd all around me a voice was calling
\n\u201dThat sign was made for you and me.\u201d<\/p>\n

This land is your land, this land is my land.
\nFrom California to the New York Island
\nFrom the Redwood forest to the Gulf Stream waters.
\nThis was made for your and me.<\/p>\n

This Land is Your Land<\/h1>\n

Chorus
\nThis land in your land, this land is my land,
\nFrom California, to the New York Island,
\nFrom the redwood forests to the Gulf Stream waters,
\nThis land was made for you and me.
\nAs I was walking, that ribbon of highway,
\nI saw above me that endless skyway,
\nI saw below me that golden valley,
\nThis land was made for you and me.
\nI\u2019ve roamed and rambled and I followed my footsteps,
\nTo the sparkling sands of her diamond deserts,
\nAnd all around me a voice was sounding,
\nThis land was made for you and me.
\nI followed your low hills and I followed your cliff rims,
\nYour marble canyons and sunny bright waters,
\nThis voice came calling, as the fog was lifting,
\nThis land was made for you and me.
\nAs the sun was shining and I was strolling,
\nThrough the wheat fields waving and the dust clouds rolling,
\nI could feel inside me and see all \u2018round me
\nThis land was made for you and me.<\/p>\n

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<\/a>Taps<\/h1>\n

Sing with reverence.
\nDay is done
\nGone the sun
\nFrom the Lakes
\nFrom the hills
\nFrom the sky
\nAll is well
\nSafely rest
\nGod is nigh.
\nFading light
\nDims the sight,
\nAnd a star gems the sky,
\nGleaming bright,
\nFrom afar,
\nDrawing nigh,
\nFalls the night.
\nThanks and praise,
\nFor our days,
\nNeath the sun,
\nNeath the stars,
\nNeath the sky,
\nAs we go,
\nThis we know,
\nGod is nigh.<\/p>\n

Taps (Fast)<\/h1>\n

Day is done, day is done, day is done
\nGone the sun, gone the sun, gone the sun
\nFrom the lake, from the hill, from the sky
\nAll is well, all is well, all is well
\nSafely rest, safely rest, safely rest
\nGod is nigh, God is nigh, God is nigh.<\/p>\n

The Story of Taps<\/h1>\n

Taps was devised during the Civil War. In 1862, the Union Army of the Potomac, under Major General George McClellan, was transported to the Virginia Peninsula to launch a campaign against the Confederate capital at Richmond. The Army met stiff resistance at the outskirts of Richmond. After a series of battles, McClellan, a cautious general by nature, and misinformed as to the strength of the Confederate army confronting him, elected to \u201cchange bases\u201d - a carefully worded synonym for retreat - to a site to the south, on the bank of the James River. During this retreat, the Army of the Potomac was forced to stand and fight the pursuing Confederate army at Malvern Hill. The Confederate army, rather unwisely, charged the Union line and was defeated. The battle of Malvern Hill was fought on June 28 - July 1, 1862.
\nOn July 2 (134 years ago today), in a miserable rain, the Army of the Potomac completed its depressing and embarrassing retreat to Harrison\u2019s Landing on the James River. The retreat was a grim disillusionment for the North, which had expected a short war. For the Army of the Potomac, it was its darkest and saddest hour.
\nEncamped at Harrison\u2019s Landing that summer was Brigadier General Daniel Butterfield. He was the commander of the 3rd brigade of the 1st division of the Army of the Potomac\u2019s 5th corps. A fairly undistinguished officer otherwise, General Butterfield had an ear for music. Previously, he had observed that his brigade\u2019s bugle call caused confusion in camp, because it could not be distinguished from that of other brigades. So he devised a unique bugle call for the 3rd brigade.
\nNow, in camp along the James, he noted that the regulation evening bugle call for lights out was neither musical nor inspirational, nor tranquilizing. He devised a alternative tune for his bugler, which, after a couple of attempts, became Taps. The tune became popular, and soon the entire Army of the Potomac was using the call in place of the regulation call for lights out.
\nEventually, Taps was adopted by all Union armies, and became official army regulation. Taps remains regulation to this day. The story of Taps is particularly appropriate for July 2, given that today is the anniversary of the Army of the Potomac\u2019s long retreat to the Harrison\u2019s Landing camp.<\/p>\n

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<\/a>America<\/h1>\n

Oh beautiful, for spacious skies
\nFor amber waves of grain,
\nFor purple mountain majesties
\nAbove the fruited plain.
\nAmerica, America;
\nGod shed his grace on thee.
\nAnd crown thy good with brotherhood
\nfrom sea to shining sea!<\/p>\n

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America (My Country \u2018Tis of Thee)<\/h1>\n

My country \u2018tis of thee,
\nSweet land of liberty,
\nOf thee I sing.
\nLand where my fathers died,
\nLand of the pilgrims\u2019 pride,
\nFrom ev\u2019ry mountain side
\nLet freedom ring.<\/p>\n

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<\/a>The Star-Spangled Banner<\/h1>\n

Oh say, can you see by the dawn\u2019s early light,
\nWhat so proudly we hailed at the twilight\u2019s last gleaming,
\nWhose broad stripes and bright stars, through the perilous fight,
\nO\u2019er the ramparts we watch\u2019d were so gallantly streaming?
\nAnd the rockets\u2019 red glare, the bombs bursting in air,
\nGave proof throughout the night that our flag was still there.
\nOh say, does that Star-Spangled Banner yet wave
\nO\u2019er the land of the free and the land of the brave.<\/p>\n

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<\/a>Hello<\/h1>\n

(Tunes: Coca Cola\u2019s I\u2019d Like to Teach the World to Sing or Auld Lang Syne)
\nI love to hear the word Hello,
\nWherever I may go.
\nIt\u2019s full of friendship
\nAnd good cheer
\nAnd warms the heart up so.
\nHello, Hello, Hello, Hello,
\nHello, Hello, Hello...
\nWhen e\u2019er we meet
\nLike friends let\u2019s greet
\nEach other with Hello
\nHello, Hello, Hello, Hello,
\nHello, Hello, Hello...<\/p>\n

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<\/a>Billboards<\/h1>\n

(Tune: Superfragilisticespyalladocious)
\nAs I was walking down the street one dark and gloomy day,
\nI came upon a billboard and much to my dismay,
\nThe sign was torn and tattered from the storm the night before,
\nThe wind and rain had done it\u2019s work and this it what I saw:
\n\u201cSmoke Coca-Cola Cigarettes -- chew Wrigley\u2019s Spearmint beer --
\nKennel Ration Dog Food keeps your wife\u2019s complexion clear;
\nSimonize your baby with a Hershey\u2019s candy bar --
\nAnd Texaco\u2019s the beauty cream that\u2019s used by all the stars!\u201d
\n\u201cSo take your next vacation in a brand new Fridgidaire --
\nLearn to play piano in your winter underwear --
\nDoctors say that babies should smoke until they are three,
\nAnd people over 65 should bathe in Lipton Tea!\u201d
\n(slowly)....in flow-thru tea bags.<\/p>\n

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<\/a>On The Loose<\/h1>\n

Refrain
\nOn the loose to climb a mountain,
\nOn the loose where I am free.
\nOn the loose to live my life the way I think my life should be.
\nFor I\u2019ve only got a moment, and a whole world left to see.
\nI\u2019ll be looking for tomorrow on the loose.
\nHave you ever watched the sunrise turn the sky completely red?
\nHave you slept beneath the moon and stars, a pine bough for your bed?
\nDo you sit and talk with friends, though not a word is ever said?
\nThen you\u2019re just like me and you\u2019ve been on the loose.
\nThere\u2019s a trail that I\u2019ll be hiking just to see where it might go,
\nMany places yet to visit, many people yet to know,
\nFor in following my dreams I will live and I will grow
\nIn a world that\u2019s waiting out there on the loose.
\nSo in search of love and laughter I\u2019ll be traveling \u2018cross this land,
\nNever sure of where I\u2019m going, \u2018cause I haven\u2019t any plans,
\nAnd in time when you are ready, come and join me-take my hand.
\nAnd together we\u2019ll share life out on the loose.
\nLet us sit and watch the sunset as the daylight slowly fades.
\nThinking about tomorrow\u2019s, about friendships we have made.
\nI will value them forever, and I hope you\u2019ll do the same.
\nAnd forever we\u2019ll explore life on the loose.<\/p>\n

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<\/a>Vive l\u2019Amour<\/h1>\n

Let every good Scout now join in a song,
\nVive la compagnie.
\nSuccess to each other and pass it along.
\nVive la Compagnie.
\nChorus
\nVive la, vive la, vive l\u2019amour,
\nVive la, vive la, vive l\u2019amour,
\nVive l\u2019amour, vive l\u2019amour,
\nVive la compagnie.
\nCome all you good people and join in with me,
\nVive la compagnie.
\nAnd raise up your voices in close harmony.
\nVive la compagnie.
\nA friend on your left and a friend on your right,
\nVive la compagnie.
\nIn love and good fellowship let us unite.
\nVive la compagnie.
\nWith friends all around us, we\u2019ll sing out our song,
\nVive la compagnie.
\nWe\u2019ll banish our troubles, it won\u2019t take us long.
\nVive la compagnie.
\nNow wider and wider our circle expands,
\nVive la compagnie.
\nWe sing to our comrades in faraway lands.
\nVive la compagnie.
\nShould time or occasion compel us to part,
\nVive la compagnie.
\nThese days shall forever enliven our heart.
\nViva la compagnie<\/p>\n

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Upward Trail<\/h1>\n

We\u2019re on the upward trail, we\u2019re on the upward trail.
\nSinging, singing, everybody singing, as we go.
\nWe\u2019re on the upward trail, we\u2019re on the upward trail.
\nSinging, singing, everybody singing, Scouting bound.<\/p>\n

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<\/a>Kee Chee<\/h1>\n

A wuni kuni ka yah wuni, [Repeat.]
\nAhyi yi iki ay kae ayna, [Repeat.]
\nAh ooo, ah ooo, ah dee mee KEE CHEE.
\nActions:
\n1. Hands on own knees; hands on knees of person to the left; hands on own knees; hands on knees of person to the right.
\n2. Hands on own knees; hands crossed on own knees; hands uncrossed on own knees; Left hand on knee of person to the left while right hand in knee of person to the right.
\n3. Left arm extends forward; right hand touches left wrist then left shoulder; left hand crosses to right shoulder; right arm extends forward; left hand touches right wrist then right shoulder; right hand crosses to left shoulder. (At end of song, hands are crossed, touching opposite shoulder.)<\/p>\n

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<\/a>Commercial Mix-up<\/h1>\n

[Tune: Farmer in the Dell]
\nLast night I watched TV, I saw my favorite show.
\nI heard this strange commercial, and I can\u2019t believe it\u2019s so.
\nFeed your dog Chiffon. Comet cures the cold.
\nUse S-O-S pads on your face to keep from looking old.
\nMop your floors with Crest. Use Crisco on your tile.
\nClean your teeth with Borateem, it leaves a shining smile.
\nFor headaches take some Certs. Use Tide to clean your face.
\nAnd do shampoo with Elmer\u2019s Glue, it holds your hair in place.
\nPerhaps I am confused, I might not have it right.
\nBut one thing that I\u2019m certain of, I\u2019ll watch TV tonight!.<\/p>\n

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<\/a>Dunderbeck<\/h1>\n

There was a strange old butcher. His name was Dunderbeck.
\nHe was very fond of sausage-meat, and sauerkraut and speck.
\nHe had the finest butcher shop, the finest ever seen,
\nUntil one day he invented his wonderful sausage machine.
\nChorus
\nOn Mr. Dunderbeck! How could you be so mean?
\nI told you you\u2019d be sorry for inventing that machine,
\nFor all the neighbor\u2019s dogs and cats will never more be seen,
\nThey\u2019ll all be ground to sausage meat in Dunderbeck\u2019s machine.
\nOne day a very little girl came walking in the store.
\nShe ordered up some sausage meat and eggs, a half a score.
\nAnd while she stood a-waiting she whistled up a tune,
\nAnd the sausage meat it started up and danced around the room.
\nOnce day when he was working the machine it would not go.
\nSo Dunderbeck, he climbed inside to see what made it so.
\nHis wife she had a night-mare and came walking in her sleep.
\nShe gave the crank a heck of a yank, and Dunderbeck was meat!<\/p>\n

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<\/a>Fried Ham<\/h1>\n

Fried ham, fried ham, cheese and baloney;
\nAfter the macaroni, we\u2019ll have onions, and pickles, and olives, and pretzels;
\nThen we\u2019ll have some more fried ham, fried ham.
\nNext verse, same as the first, . . . style:
\nSome suggested styles: OPERA, ORIENTAL, . . . SCOUT, SOUTHERN DRAWL<\/p>\n

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<\/a>Ilky Moor<\/h1>\n

1. Where hast tha\u2019 been since I saw thee, I saw thee? On Ilky moor baht hat. Where hast tha\u2019 been since I saw . . . Where hast tha\u2019 been since I saw . . . Where hast tha\u2019 been since I saw thee, since I saw thee? On Ilky moor baht hat. On Ilky moor baht hat. On Ilky moor baht hat.
\n2. Tha\u2019s been a-courting Mary Jane.
\n3. Tha\u2019ll go and catch thy death of cold.
\n4. Then we shall have to bury thee.
\n5. Then worms will come and eat thee up.
\n6. Then ducks will come and eat up worms.
\n7. Then we shall go and eat up ducks.
\n8. Then we shall all have eaten thee.
\n9. That\u2019s where we get our Johnny back.<\/p>\n

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<\/a>It Ain\u2019t Gonna Rain No More<\/h1>\n

Oh! the night was dark and dreary,
\nThe air was full of sleet,
\nThe old man stood out in the storm,
\nHis shoes were full of feet.
\nChorus
\nOh, it ain\u2019t gonna rain no more, no more,
\nIt ain\u2019t gonna rain no more,
\nHow in the heck can I wash my neck,
\nIf it ain\u2019t gonna rain no more.
\nOh! Mosquito he fly high,
\nMosquito he fly low,
\nIf old man \u2018Skeeta light on me,
\nHe ain\u2019t gonna fly no more.
\nOh the butterfly flits on wings of gold,
\nThe June-Bug wings of flame,
\nThe Bed-Bug has no wings at all,
\nBut he gets there just the same.
\nHere\u2019s to the chigger who\u2019s not any bigger,
\nThat the head of a very small pin.
\nBut the lump that it raises itches like the blazes,
\nAnd that\u2019s where the rub comes in.
\nSaw a black-and-white animal in the woods,
\nSay ain\u2019t that little cat pretty,
\nWent right over to pick it up,
\nBut it wasn\u2019t that kind of kitty.
\nWhen Mr. Noah built the Ark,
\nHe said it was his duty,
\nHe saved the birds and beasts and bugs,
\nBut why did he save the cootie?
\nOh, of all the fishes in the sea,
\nMy favorite is the bass,
\nHe climbs up in the seaweed trees,
\nAnd slides down on his hands and knees.
\nA peanut sat on a railroad track,
\nIts heart was all a-flutter,
\nAlong came a choo-choo train,
\nToot, Toot! Peanut butter!
\nOh a man lay down by a sewer
\nAnd by a sewer he died.
\nNow, at the coroner\u2019s request,
\nThey called it sewer-side.
\nA golf ball sailin\u2019 thru the air,
\nWhizzed by a man a hummin\u2019
\nHe heard a caddy holler, \u201cFore!\u201d
\nAn\u2019 he thought three more were comin\u2019.
\n\u201cThe way to tell the twins apart,\u201d
\nThe proud father said,
\n\u201cI put my finger in Willie\u2019s mouth,
\nIf he bites it, then it\u2019s Ned.\u201d
\nWhen boating, never quarrel,
\nFor you\u2019ll find, without a doubt,
\nA boat is not the proper place
\nTo have a falling out.
\n\u201cThe coffee is exhausted, Sir.\u201d
\nThe diner was advised.
\nSays he, \u201cIt\u2019s been so weak of late,
\nI\u2019m really not surprised.\u201d
\nThere\u2019s a gal up in the hills,
\nShe\u2019s awfully shy and meek,
\nShe undresses in the dark
\nBecause the mountains peak.
\nThe rich man drives a Cadillac,
\nThe poor man drives a Ford.
\nBut my old man drives down the road,
\nBetween four wheels and a board.
\nMary had a little lamb,
\nShe fed it castor oil.
\nAnd everywhere that little lamb went,
\nIt fertilized the soil.
\nMary had a steamboat;
\nThe steamboat had a bell.
\nMary went to heaven,
\nThe steamboat went \u201cToot, toot.\u201d
\nMary had a little lamb,
\nBut now that lamb is dead.
\nSo now she takes the lamb to school,
\nBetween two slabs of bread.
\nWhen Mary had a little lamb,
\nThe doctor almost cried.
\nBut when Ol\u2019 MacDonald had a farm,
\nThe doctor almost died.
\nSaid baby tern to mother tern,
\n\u201cCan I have a brother.\u201d
\n\u201cYes\u201d said mom to baby tern,
\n\u201cOne good tern deserves another.\u201d
\nMary is a proper girl,
\nShe goes to church on Sundays.
\nShe prays to the Lord to give her strength,
\nTo chase the boys on Mondays.
\nOh for a home where the buffalo roam,
\nWhere the deer and the antelope play.
\nWhere seldom is heard a discouraging word,
\nFor what can an antelope say?<\/p>\n

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<\/a>Song of the States<\/h1>\n

Oh what did Dela ware, friends, Oh what did Dela ware?
\nI ask you again, as a personal friend, what did Dela ware?
\nShe wore her New Jersey, friends, she wore her New Jersey.
\nI tell you again, as a personal friend, she wore her New
\nJersey.
\n2. Oh, how did Flori-die, friends?
\nShe died in Mis-sour-i, friends.
\n3. Oh, what did Io-way, friends?
\nShe weighed a Washington, friends.
\n4. Oh, what did Ida-ho, friends?
\nShe hoed her Mary-land, friends.
\n5. Oh, how did Wiscon-sin, friends?
\nShe stole a New-bras-key, friends.
\n6. Oh, what did Tennessee, friends?
\nShe saw what Arkan-sas, friends.
\n7. Oh, where has Ore-gon, friends?
\nShe\u2019s taking Okla-home, friends.
\n8. Oh, what did Massa-chew, friends?
\nShe chewed her Connecti-cud, friends.
\n9. Oh, what did Missi-sip, friends?
\nShe sipped her Mini-soda, friends.
\n10.Oh, what did Ohi-owe, friends?
\nShe owed her state Taxes, friends.
\n11.Oh, why did Califone, friends?
\nShe called to say, \u201cHawaii,\u201d friends.<\/p>\n

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<\/a>Amazing Grace<\/h1>\n

Amazing grace! how sweet the sound,
\nThat saved a wretch like me!
\nI once was lost, but now am found,
\nWas blind but now I see.
\nTwas grace that taught my heart to fear,
\nAnd grace my fears relieved;
\nHow precious did that grace appear
\nThe hour I first believed.
\nThrough many dangers, toils and snares, I have already come;
\nTis grace hath brought me safe thus far, and grace will lead me home.
\nWhen we\u2019ve been there ten thousand years, bright shining as the sun,
\nWe\u2019ve no less days to sing God\u2019s Praise, than when we first begun.
\nAmazing grace has set me free,
\nTo touch, to taste, to feel;
\nThe wonders of accepting love,
\nHave made me whole and real.<\/p>\n

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<\/a>Battle Hymn of the Republic<\/h1>\n

Mine eyes have seen the glory of the coming of the Lord,
\nHe is trampling out the vintage where the grapes of wrath are stored;
\nHe hath loosed the fateful lightning of his terrible swift sword,
\nHis truth is marching on.
\nChorus
\nGlory, glory hallelujah! [Repeat twice more.]
\nHis truth is marching on.
\nI have seen Him in the watch fires of a hundred circling camps;
\nThey have builded Him an alter in the evening dews and damps;
\nI can read his righteous message by their dim and flaring lamps;
\nHis day is marching on.
\nHe has sounded forth the trumpet that shall never call retreat;
\nHe is sifting out the hearts of men before His judgment seat;
\nOh, be swift, my soul, to answer Him, be jubilant, my feet!
\nOur God is marching on.<\/p>\n

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<\/a>Dixie<\/h1>\n

I wish I was in the land of cotton,
\nOld times there are not forgotten;
\nLook away! Look away! Look away! Dixieland.
\nIn Dixieland where I was born in,
\nEarly on one frosty morning\u2019;
\nLook away! Look away! Look away! Dixieland.
\nChorus
\nThen I wish I was in Dixie, hooray! Hooray!
\nIn Dixieland I\u2019ll take my stand to live and die in Dixie;
\nAway, away, away down south in Dixie. [Repeat.]
\nThere\u2019s buckwheat cakes and Indian batter
\nMakes you fat, but that don\u2019t matter;
\nLook away! Look away! Look away! Dixieland.
\nThen hoe it down and scratch your grabble,
\nTo Dixieland I\u2019m bound to travel,
\nLook away! Look away! Look away! Dixieland.<\/p>\n

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<\/a>Edelweiss<\/h1>\n

Edelweiss, Edelweiss. Every morning you greet me.
\nSmall and white, clean and bright,
\nYou look happy to greet me.
\nBlossoms of snow, may you bloom and grow,
\nBloom and grow forever,
\nEdelweiss, Edelweiss. Bless my homeland forever!<\/p>\n

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Home on the Range<\/h1>\n

<\/a>
\nOh give me a home where the buffalo roam,
\nWhere the deer and the antelope play,
\nWhere seldom is heard a discouraging word,
\nAnd the skies are not cloudy all day.
\nChorus
\nHome, home on the range, where the deer and the antelope play,
\nWhere seldom is heard a discouraging word,
\nAnd the skies are not cloudy all day.
\nWhere the air is so pure, and the zephyrs so free,
\nThe breezes so balmy and light,
\nThat I would not exchange my home on the range,
\nFor all of the cities so bright.
\nThe Red man was pressed from this part of the west,
\nHe\u2019s likely no more to return,
\nTo the banks of the Red River where seldom if ever
\nTheir flickering campfires burn.
\nHow often at night when the heavens are bright,
\nWith the light from the glittering stars,
\nHave I stood there amazed and asked as I gazed,
\nIf their glory exceeds that of ours.
\nOh, I love these wild flowers in this dear land of ours,
\nThe curlew I love to hear cry,
\nAnd I love the white rocks and the antelope flocks,
\nThat graze on the mountain slopes high.
\nOh give me a land where the bright diamond sand,
\nFlows leisurely down in the stream;
\nWhere the graceful white swan goes gliding along,
\nLike a maid in a heavenly dream.
\nThen I would not exchange my home on the range,
\nWhere the deer and the antelope play;
\nWhere seldom is heard a discouraging word,
\nAnd the skies are not cloudy all day.<\/h1>\n

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<\/a>Morningtown Ride<\/h1>\n

Train whistle blowing, makes a sleepy noise,
\nUnderneath their blankets go all the girls and boys,
\nHeading from the station, out along the bay,
\nAll bound for Morningtown, many miles away.
\n[Child\u2019s name]\u2019s at the engine, [Another child\u2019s name] rings the bell,
\n[Other child\u2019s name] swings the lantern to show that all is well.
\nRocking, rolling riding, out along the bay,
\nAll bound for Morningtown, many miles away.
\nMaybe it is raining where our train will ride,
\nBut all the little travelers are snug and warm inside.
\nSomewhere there is sunshine, somewhere there is day,
\nSomewhere there is Morningtown, many miles away.<\/p>\n

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<\/a>Oh! Susanna<\/h1>\n

I come from Alabama with my banjo on my knee,
\nI\u2019m going to Louisiana, my true love for to see.
\nIt rained all night the day I left, the weather it was dry
\nThe sun so hot I froze to death, Susanna, don\u2019t you cry.
\nChorus
\nOh! Susanna, Oh don\u2019t you cry for me,
\nFor I come from Alabama with my banjo on my knee.
\nI had a dream the other night, when everything was still;
\nI thought I saw Susanna dear, a coming down the hill.
\nA buckwheat cake was in her mouth, a tear was in her eye,
\nSays I, I\u2019m coming from the south, Susanna, don\u2019t you cry.
\nI soon will be in New Orleans, and then I\u2019ll look around,
\nAnd when I find Susanna, I\u2019ll fall upon the ground.
\nBut if I do not find her, then I will surely die,
\nAnd when I\u2019m dead and buried, Oh, Susanna, don\u2019t you cry.<\/p>\n

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<\/a>Old Black Joe<\/h1>\n

Gone are the days when my heart was young and gay,
\nGone are my friends, from the cotton field away
\nGone from the earth, to a better land I know,
\nI hear their gentle voices calling, \u201cOld Black Joe.\u201d
\nChorus
\nI\u2019m coming, I\u2019m coming, for my head is bending low;
\nI hear those gentle voices calling, \u201cOld Black Joe.\u201d
\nWhy do I weep when my heart should feel no pain,
\nWhy do I sigh that my friends come not again,
\nGrieving for forms now departed long ago?
\nI hear their gentle voices calling, \u201cOld Black Joe.\u201d
\nWhere are the hearts once so happy and so free,
\nThe children so dear that I held upon my knee?
\nGone to the shore where my soul has long\u2019d to go.
\nI hear their gentle voices calling, \u201cOld Black Joe.\u201d<\/p>\n

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<\/a>Old Folks at Home<\/h1>\n

Way down upon the Swanee River, far, far away,
\nThat\u2019s where my heart is turning ever, there\u2019s where the old folks stay.
\nAll up and down the whole creation, sadly I roam,
\nStill longing for the old plantation, and for the old folks
\nat home.
\nChorus
\nAll the world is sad and weary, every where I roam;
\nOh people, how my heart grows weary, far from the old folks at home.
\nAll \u2018round the little farm I wandered, when I was young,
\nThere many happy days I squandered, many the song I sung.
\nWhen I was playing with my brother, happy was I,
\nOh, take me to my kind old mother, there let me live and die.
\nOne little hut among the bushes, one that I love
\nStill sadly to my memory rushes, no matter where I rove.
\nWhen will I see the bees a-humming all \u2018round the comb?
\nWhen will I hear the banjo strumming, down in my good old home?<\/p>\n

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<\/a>Patsy Atsy Ori Ay<\/h1>\n

18 hundred and 51, work on the railroad was begun,
\nWork on the railroad was begun, workin\u2019 on the railroad.
\nChorus
\nPatsy atsy ori ay, [repeat twice]
\nWorkin\u2019 on the railroad.
\n1800 & 52, looking around for something to do, . . . .
\n1800 & 53, railroad company hired me, . . . .
\n1800 & 54, back was getting mighty sore, . . . .
\n1800 & 55, found myself more dead than alive, . . . .
\n1800 & 56, dropped a couple of dynamite sticks, . . . .
\n1800 & 57, found myself on the way to heaven, . . . .
\n1800 & 58, found myself at the Pearly Gate, . . . .
\n1800 & 59, found myself on a cloud sublime, . . . .
\n1800 & fifty-ten, started in all over again, . . . .<\/p>\n

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<\/a>Shine On, Harvest Moon, Medley<\/h1>\n

Shine on, shine on harvest moon, up in the sky;
\nI ain\u2019t had no lovin since January, February, June or July.
\nSnow time ain\u2019t no time to sit around and croon.
\nSo, shine on, shine on harvest moon for me and my gal.
\nThe bells are ringing, for me and my gal;
\nThe birds are singing for me and my gal.
\nEverybody\u2019s been knowing, to a wedding they\u2019re going,
\nAnd for weeks they\u2019ve been sewing, every Sue and Sal.
\nThey\u2019re congregating for me and my gal.
\nThe parson\u2019s waiting for me and my gal.
\nAnd someday we\u2019re going to build a little home for two,
\nFor three or four or more
\nIn loveland for me and my gal.<\/p>\n

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<\/a>Skip to My Lou<\/h1>\n

Lost my partner what\u2019ll I do? [Repeat twice more.]
\nSkip to my Lou, my darling.
\nChorus
\nSkip, skip, skip to my Lou. [Repeat twice more.]
\nSkip to my Lou, my darling.
\n2. I\u2019ll get another, a nicer one too-
\n3. If I lose that one, I\u2019ll take two-
\n4. Flies in the sugar bowl, shoo, shoo, shoo-
\n5. Cat\u2019s in the buttermilk, licking it too-
\n6. Kitten in the haymow, mew, mew, mew-
\n7. Bears in the rose bush, boo, boo, boo-
\n8. Mule\u2019s in the cellar, kicking up through-
\n9. Dad\u2019s old hat got torn in two-
\n10.Little red wagon, painted blue-
\n11.Had a cart and pony too-
\n12.Going to get a red-bird, a pretty one too-
\n13.If I can\u2019t get a red-bird, a blue-bird\u2019ll do-
\n14.Needle in the haystack, Number 32
\n15.Hurry up, slow poke, do, Oh, do-
\nOptional dance actions: Players form a circle and chose partners. Dance starts with one couple moving to the center and selecting one other person. The three hold hands and skip about the circle. On the word, \u201cskip,\u201d the couple stops and joins hands to form an arch for the third person to step under.
\nThe couple then rejoins the circle, the person left in the
\ncenter picks another couple to skip about. Again, on the word, \u201cskip,\u201d the original caller and one member of the couple called in make the arch and rejoin the circle, leaving the other member of the couple just called in the center. The person left in the center chooses a third couple, and so on, until the song ends.<\/p>\n

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<\/a>Sweet Betsy From Pike<\/h1>\n

Did you ever hear tell of sweet Betsy from Pike,
\nWho crossed the wide prairie with old Uncle Ike,
\nWith two yoke of cattle and one spotted hog,
\nA tall Shanghai rooster and a large yellow dog.
\nChorus
\nSingin\u2019 toora-li, loora-li, loora-li, ay [Repeat.]
\nOne evening quite early they camped on the Platte,
\n\u2018Twas near by the road on a green shady flat,
\nWhere Betsy sore-footed lay down to repose,
\nThere was no sounder sleeper than that Pike County rose.
\nThey soon reached the desert, where Betsy gave out,
\nAnd down in the sand she lay rolling about;
\nBut she got up again with a great deal of pain,
\nAnd declared she\u2019d go back to Pike County again.
\nThe Shanghai ran off and their cattle all died,
\nThat morning the last piece of bacon was fried;
\nPoor Ike was discouraged and Betsy got mad,
\nThe dog drooped his tail and looked wondrously sad.
\nThey finally stopped on a very high hill,
\nAnd with wonder looked down upon old Placerville;
\nIke sighed when he said as he looked all around
\n\u201cWell, Betsy, my sweet, we might as well go down.
\nOld Ike and sweet Betsy attended a dance;
\nIke wore a pair of his Pike County pants;
\nSweet Betsy was covered with ribbons and rings;
\nSays Ike, \u201cYou\u2019re an angel, but where are your wings?\u201d
\nA miner asked, \u201cBetsy, will you dance with me?\u201d
\n\u201cI will that, old hoss, if you don\u2019t make too free;
\n\u201cBut don\u2019t dance me hard, do you want to know why?
\nDog on, but I\u2019m chock full of strong alkali.\u201d<\/p>\n

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The Cowboy\u2019s Lament (The Street\u2019s of Laredo)<\/h1>\n

As I walked out in the streets of Laredo,
\nAs I walked out in Laredo one day,
\nI spied a young cowboy all wrapped in white linen,
\nAll wrapped in white linen and cold as the clay.
\n\u201cI see by your outfit that you are a cowboy.\u201d
\nThese words he did say as I boldly step by,
\n\u201cCome sit down beside me and hear my sad story:
\nI was shot in the chest and I know I must die.
\n\u201cIt was once in the saddle I used to go dashing,
\nIt was once in the saddle I use to go gay;
\nFirst to the dram-house and then to the card-house;
\nGot shot in the chest; I am dying today.
\n\u201cGet six jolly cowboys to carry my coffin;
\nGet six pretty maidens to carry my pall;
\nPut bunches of roses all over my coffin,
\nRoses to deaden the clods as they fall.
\n\u201cOh beat the drum slowly and play the fife lowly,
\nPlay the death march as you carry me along;
\nTake me to the green valley and lay the sod o\u2019er me,
\nFor I\u2019m a young cowboy and I know I\u2019ve done wrong.
\n\u201cGo fetch me a cup, a cup of cold water,
\nTo cool my parched lips,\u201d the cowboy then said;
\nBefore I returned, the spirit has left him
\nAnd gone to his Maker-the cowboy was dead.
\nWe beat the drum slowly and played the fife lowly,
\nAnd bitterly wept as we bore him along;
\nFor we all loved our comrade, so brave, young, and handsome,
\nWe all loved our comrade although he done wrong.<\/p>\n

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<\/a>The Gypsy Rover<\/h1>\n

The Gypsy rover went over the hill,
\nDown to the valley so shady;
\nHe whistled and he sang till the green woods rang,
\nFor he won the heart of a lady.
\nChorus
\nHa di do, ah dido da day, ah di do, ah di day-ee;
\nHe whistled and he sang till the green woods rang,
\nFor he won the heart of a lady.
\nShe left her father\u2019s castle gate,
\nShe left her own true lover;
\nShe left her servants and her estate,
\nTo follow the Gypsy rover.
\nHer father saddled his fastest steed,
\nHe searched the valley all over;
\nHe sought his daughter at great speed,
\nAnd the whistling Gypsy rover.
\nHe came at last to a mansion fine,
\nDown by the river Claydee;
\nAnd there was music and there was wine,
\nFor the Gypsy and his lady.
\n\u201cHe is no Gypsy, my father,\u201d said she,
\n\u201cBut a lord of freelands all over;
\nAnd I will stay to my dying day,
\nWith my whistling Gypsy rover.<\/p>\n

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<\/a>America The Beautiful<\/h1>\n

O beautiful for spacious skies,
\nFor amber waves of grain,
\nFor purple mountain majesties
\nAbove the fruited plain.
\nOh beautiful for pilgrim feet,
\nWhose stern, impassioned stress,
\nA thoroughfare for freedom beat,
\nAcross the wilderness.
\nAmerica! America! God mend thine every flaw,
\nConfirm thy soul in self-control,
\nThy liberty in law.
\nOh beautiful for heroes proved, in liberating strife
\nWho more than self their country loved,
\nAnd mercy more than life.
\nAmerica! America! May God thy gold refine,
\n\u2018Till all success be nobleness,
\nAnd every gain divine.
\nO beautiful for patriot dreams
\nThat sees beyond the years;
\nThine alabaster cities gleam,
\nUndimmed by human tears.
\nAmerica! America! God shed his grace on thee,
\nAnd crown thy good with brotherhood,
\nFrom sea to shining sea.<\/p>\n

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<\/a>Yankee Doodle<\/h1>\n

Yankee Doodle went to town, a-riding on a pony;
\nStuck a feather in his cap and called it macaroni.
\nChorus
\nYankee Doodle keep it up, Yankee Doodle dandy,
\nMind the music and the step and with the girls be handy.
\nFather and I went down to camp along with Captain Gooding
\nAnd there we saw the men and boys, as thick as hasty pudding.
\nThere was Colonel Washington, upon a strapping stallion,
\nA-giving orders to his men, I guess there was a million.
\nAnd there I saw a cannon barrel as big as mother\u2019s basin,
\nAnd every time they touched it off they scampered like the nation.<\/p>\n

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