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 COMMUNITY
SONG
BOOK
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INDEX
After the Ball.. ■
Alexander's Ragtime Band
All the Nice Girls
All Thro'the Night ..
Alouette
America, the Beautiful
Animals went in two by two
Annie Laurie
A-roving
Ashgrove
At Trinity Church
Auld Lang Syne
Battle Cry of Freedom
Battle Hymn of the Republic
Beautiful Dreamer   ..
Because I'm a Londoner
Blow the man down
Bluebell of Scotland
British Grenadier
By the light  of the silvery
moon
By the side of the Zuyder Zee
California, here I come
Camptown Races
Canadian Boat Song
Carry me back to old Virginny
Clementine
Coal-Black Mammie
Cock Robin   ..        ..
Cockles and Mussels
Columbia, the Gem of the
Ocean
Come,    Landlord    fill    the
flowing bowl
Comin' thro' the rye
Comrades      ..    ■   .•?•■/  .'!■:
IV.
Daddy wouldn't buy me a
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Daisy Bell      .,        ,.
Dashing away ..,.
Deep in the heart of Texas ..
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Down at the Old Bull and
Bush "",..        ..        ,.        1
Down the road away went
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Drink to me oiily with thine
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Early one morning   ..
Everybody's doing it
Farmer's Boy
Flanagan
Flow gently, sweet Afton
Foggy, foggy dew     ..
For me and my gal  ..
Galway Bay
God bless the Prince of Wales
Good-bye-ee
Goodnight, Ladies   ..
Goodnight, Sweetheart
Green grow the rushes-oh!
Greensleeves
Happy Wanderer
Has anybody here seen Kelly?
Hearts of Oak
Hello! hello! who's your lady
friend?       ..
Here's   a   health   unto   Her
Majesty
Here's to good old whisky
Hold your hand out, naughty
boy
Home on the range ..
Home, sweet home
Honeysuckle and the bee
I belong to Glasgow
I can't forget Auld Reekie
I dream of Jeanie with the
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I love a lassie
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want to sing in opera       .. 16
wouldn't   leave  my  little
wooden hut          ..        .. 16
f I should plant       ..        .. 16
If you were the only girl     .. 16
'11 be your sweetheart        .. 17
'11   take  you   home   again,
Kathleen    ..        ..        .. 17
'm a Yankee Doodle Dandy 17
'm Henery the Eighth, I am 17
'm twenty-one today          .. 17
've   been   working   on   the
railroad      ..        ..        .. 17
've got a luverly bunch of
coconuts     ..        ..        .. 17
've got sixpence      ..        .. 17
n the evening by the moonlight           ..        ..        .. 18
n the shade of the old apple
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It aint gonna rain no more ..        18
It's a great big shame
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It's nice to get up
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Jim Crack Corn
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Jingle Bells    ..
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John Brown's Body ..
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John Peel
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Joshua
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Juanita
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Just a wee deoch an' <
ioris ..        19
Just like the ivy
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Keel Row      ..        ..        .. 20
Keep right on to the end of
the road     ..        ..        .: ■   .20
Keep the home fires burning 20
Kerry Dance ..        ..        .. 20
Lambeth Walk         ..        .. 20
Land of Hope and Glory    .. 20
Land of my fathers  ..        .. 21
Last rose of summer..        .. 21
Let me call you sweetheart .. 21
Let the great big world keep
turning       ..        ..        .. 21
Let the rest of the world go by 21
Let's all go down the Strand 21
Life on the ocean wave       .. 21
Lily of Laguna         ..        .. 22
Lincolnshire Poacher          .. 22
Little Annie Rooney..
Little Brown Jug
Little Dolly Daydream
Loch Lomond
Love's old sweet song
Mile, from Armentieres
Man on the Flying Trapeze
Man who broke the bank   .
Maple Leaf Forever
Marching through Georgia.
Men of Harlech
Mermaid       ..
Miller of Dee
Miners Dream of Home
Minstrel Boy
My Bonnie
My girl's a Yorkshire girl   .
My Grandfather's Clock
My old Kentucky Home
My old man said follow the
van
Nellie Dean   ..
Nellie Gray
Now is the hour
O Canada
O Danny Boy
Oh dear! what can the matter
be
Oh! dem golden slippers
Oh, I do like to be beside
Oh no, John!
Oh Susanna!
Oh where, oh where is my
little dog gone?
Oh! you beautiful doll
Old Black Joe
Old Folks at Home ..
Old Grey Mare
Old King Cole
Old MacDonald had a Farm
Old Oaken Bucket   ..
The Old Rustic Bridge by the
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On Ilkley Moor
On Top of Old Smokey
One man went to mow
Our   lodger's   such   a   nice
young man
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Canadian Pacific Song Book Pack up your troubles
Polly Wolly Doodle ..
Red River Valley
Rio Grande
Roamin' in the gloamin'
Roll out the barrel   ..
Rose of Tralee
Rule, Britannia!
Sailing, Sailing
Sally in our alley
Santa Lucia
Scots, wha hae wi' Wallace
bled!
She  was  one  of the  early
birds
She'll be coming round the
mountain
She's a lassie from Lancashire
Shenandoah
Show me the way to go home
Silver threads among the gold
Skye Boat Song
So early in the morning
So long, it's been good to
know you
Soldiers of the Queen
Some folks do
Spanish Cavalier
Star-Spangled Banner
Steal Away
Sur le pont d'Avignon
Sweet Adeline
Sweet Genevieve
Sweet Rosie O'Grady
Swing low, sweet chariot
Take me back to dear old
Blighty
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There's a long, long trail    ..       35
Till we meet again   ..        ..       35
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Tipperary      ..        ....       35
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Two little girls in blue        ..       36
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Two lovely black eyes        ..       36
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We'll keep a welcome .. 37
What  shall we  do  with  a
drunken sailor      ..        .. 37
When Irish eyes are smilin'.. 37
When it's springtime in the
Rockies      ..        ..        .. 37
When Johnny comes marching home again     ..        .. 37
When the saints go marching
When you and I were young,
Maggie       ..        ..        .. 38
When you wore a tulip       .. 38
When you're smiling .. 38
Where did you get that hat? 38
Who   were   you   with   last
night?        ..        • •        • • 38
Wi' a hundred pipers an' a'
an a ••        ••        •• oy
Widdecombe Fair    .... 39
Will ye no come back again 39
Yankee Doodle        ..        .. 39
Ye banks and braes ..        .. 39
Yellow Rose of Texas .. 39
You are my sunshine .. 40
You called me Baby Doll   .. 40
Canadian Pacific Song Book 1.    AFTER THE BALL
After the ball is over,
after the break of morn,
After the dancers leaving,
after the stars are gone,
Many a heart is aching
if you could read them all,
Many the hopes that have vanished,
After the ball.
2.   ALEXANDER'S  RAGTIME BAND
Come on and hear, come on and hear,
Alexander's ragtime band.
Come on and hear, come on and hear,
It's the best band in the land;
They can play a bugle call like you've
never heard before,
So natural that you want to
go to war—
That's just the bestest band that am,
honey lamb!
Come on along, come on along,
Let me take you by the hand,
Up to the man, up to the man,
Who's the leader of the band;
And if you care to hear the Swannee
River played in ragtime,
Come on and hear, come on and hear
Alexander's Ragtime Band.
4.   ALL THRO' THE NIGHT
While the moon her watch is keeping,
All through the night,
While the weary world is sleeping,
All through the night,
O'er my bosom gently stealing,
Visions of delight revealing,
Breathes a pure and holy feeling,
All through the night.
Love, to thee my thoughts are turning,
All through the night,
And for thee my heart is yearning,
All through the night,
Though sad fate our lines may sever,
Parting will not last for ever—
There's a hope that leaves me never,
All through the night.
5.   ALOUETTE
Alouette, gentille Alouette!
Alouette, je te plumerai,
Je te plumerai la tete,
Je te plumerai la tete!
Ah\. la tete! Ah! la tete!
Alouette . . . Alouette!
Ah! Alouette, gentille Alouette,
Alouette, je te plumerai!
Je te plumerai les yeux . . .
Je te plumerai la bee
Je te plumerai la cou . . .
Je te plumerai les ailes . . ...
Je te plumerai les pattes .-. .
Je te plumerai le dos ...
Je te plumerai le queue . . .
3.   ALL THE NICE GIRLS
All the nice girls love a sailor,
All the nice girls love a tar;
For there's something about a sailor-
Well, you know what sailors are—
Bright and breezy, free and easy—
He's the ladies pride and joy—
Fall in love with Kate and Jane,
Then he's off to sea again—
Ship ahoy! Ship ahoy!
6.   AMERICA, THE BEAUTIFUL
O beautiful for spacious skies,
For amber waves of grain,
For purple mountain majesties
Above the fruited plain!
America, America! God shed
His Grace on thee,
And crown thy good with brotherhood
From sea to shining sea!
Canadian Pacific Song Book 7.   ANIMALS WENT IN   -
TWO BY TWO
The animals went in two by two,
Hurrah! Hurrah!
The elephant and the kangaroo.
Hurrah! Hurrah!
{Repeat both lines)
And they all went into the Ark
For to get out of the rain.
{Repeat both lines)
The animals went in three by three,
The wasp, the ant and the busy bee.
The animals went in four by four,
The great hippopotamus stuck in the
door.
The animals went in five by five
By eating each other they kept alive.
The animals went in six by six
They turned out the monkey because
of his tricks.
The animals went in seven by seven
And when they died they went to
heaven.
8.   ANNIE LAURIE
Maxwellton's braes are bonnie,
Where early fa's the dew,
And 'twas there that Annie Laurie
Gave me her promise true,
Gave me her promise true,
Which ne're forgot will be;
And for Bonnie Annie Laurie
I'd lay me doon and dee.
10.   ASHGROVE
Down yonder green valley where
streamlets meander
When twilight is fading I pensively
rove;
Or at the bright noontide in solitude
wander
Amid the dark shades of the lonely
ashgrove;
'Twas there while the blackbird was
cheerfully singing
I first met that dear one, the joy of
my heart!
Around us for gladness the bluebells
were ringing—
Ah! then little thought I how soon we
should part.
Still glows the bright sunshine o'er
valley and mountain,
Still warbles the blackbird its note
from the tree;
Still trembles the moonbeam on
streamlet and fountain—
But what are the beauties of nature
tome?
With sorrow, deep sorrow, my bosom
is laden,
All day I go mourning in search of
my love!
Ye echoes! Oh, tell me, where is the
sweet maiden?
"She sleeps 'neath the green turf down
by the ashgrove."
9.   A-ROVING
In Plymouth Town there lived a maid—
Bless you, young woman!
In Plymouth Town there lived a maid—
O mind what I do say!
In Plymouth Town there lived a maid
And she was mistress of the trade—
I'll go no more &-RO VING with you,
false maid.
A-roving, a-roving, since roving's been
my ruin,
I'll go no more a-roving with you,
false maid.
11.   AT TRINITY CHURCH
She told me her age was five and
twenty,
Cash in the Bank o'course she'd
plenty—
I like a lamb believed it all,
I was an M-U-G!
At Trinity Church I met me doom.
Now we live in a top back room—
Up to me eyes in debt for "renty"—
That's what she's done for me!
Canadian Pacific Song Book 12.   AULD LANG SYNE
Should auld acquaintance be forgot,
And never brought to mind ?
Should auld acquaintance be forgot,
And days of auld lang syne ?
For auld lang syne, my dear,
For auld lang syne—
We'll take a cup of kindness yet
For auld lang syne.
And here's a hand, my trusty frien',
And gie's a hand on' thine;
We'll take a cup of kindness yet,
For auld lang syne.
For auld lang syne, my dear, etc.
13.   BATTLE CRY OF FREEDOM
Mary had a little lamb, its fleece was
white as snow—
Shouting out the battle cry of
freedom!
And everywhere that Mary went that
lamb was sure to go—
Shouting out the battle cry of
freedom!
Hurrah for Mary, hurrah for
the lamb!
Hurrah for the teacher
Who didn't care a little bit!
And everywhere that Mary went
That lamb was sure to go
Shouting out the battle cry of
freedom!
Now Mother Hubbard to the cupboard
went to look for peas—
Shouting out the Battle Cry of
Freedom!
But all she found when she got there was
chev/ing gum and cheese—
Shouting out the Battle Cry of
Freedom!
Hurrah for Mary, etc.
Miss Muffit on a tuffit lingers eating
curds and whey—
Shouting out the Battle Cry of
Freedom!
A Spider thought he'd like some too and
took the lot away—
Shouting out the Battle Cry of
Freedom!
Hurrah for Mary, etc.
14. BATTLE HYMN OF THE
REPUBLIC
Mine eyes have seen the glory of the
coming of the Lord;
He is trampling out the vintage where
the grapes of wrath are stored;
He hath loos'd the fateful lightning of
His terrible swift sword;
His truth is marching on.
Glory, glory, Hallelujah!
Glory, glory, Hallelujah!
Glory, glory, Hallelujah!
His truth is marching on.
In the beauty of the lilies Christ was
born across the sea,
With a glory in his bosom that
transfigures you and me;
As He died to make men holy, let us
die to make men free,
While God is marching on.
Glory, glory, etc.
15.   BEAUTIFUL DREAMER
Beautiful dreamer, wake unto me,
Starlight and dewdrops are waiting
for thee;
Sounds of the rude world heard in
the day,
Lulled by the moonlight, have all
passed away!
Beautiful dreamer, queen of my song,
List while I woo thee with soft
melody;
Gone are the cares of life's busy throng-
Beautiful dreamer, awake unto me!
Beautiful dreamer, awake unto me!
16.   BECAUSE I'M A LONDONER
Maybe it's because I'm a Londoner
That I love London so,
Maybe it's because I'm a Londoner
That I think of her wherever I go.
I get a funny feeling inside of me
Whilst walking up and down—
Maybe it's because I'm a Londoner
That I love London Town.
Canadian Pacific Song Book 17. BLOW THE MAN DOWN
As I was walking down Paradise Street-
Way! Hey! Blow the man down!
A pretty young damsel I chanced for
to meet—
Oh give me some time to blow the
man down.
Says she to me, "Will you stand
a treat ?"
Way! Hey! Blow the man down!
"Delighted," says I, "For a charmer so
sweet"—
Oh give me some time to blow the
man down.
18. BLUEBELL OF SCOTLAND
Oh where, tell me where
Is your Highland Laddie gone?
Oh where, tell me where
Is your Highland Laddie gone?
He's gone with streaming banners
Where noble deeds are done,
And it's oh! in my heart
How I wish him safe at home.
He's gone, etc.
Oh where, tell me where
Did your Highland Laddie dwell ?
Oh where, tell me where
Is your Highland Laddie gone?
He dwelt in Bonnie Scotland,
Where blooms the sweet bluebell,
And it's oh! in my heart
How I love my laddie well.
He dwelt, etc.
19. BRITISH GRENADIER
Some talk of Alexander,
And some of Hercules,
Of Hector and Lysander,
And such great names as these;
But of all the world's brave heroes,
There's none that can compare—
With a tow-row-row-row, row-row!—
With the British GRENADIER!
20. BY THE LIGHT OF THE
SILVERY MOON
By the light of the silvery moon,
I want to spoon
To my honey I'll croon
Love's tune.
Honey moon—
Keep a shining in June.
Your silvery beams
Will bring love's dreams.
We'll be cuddling soon
By the silvery moon.
21.   BY THE SIDE OF THE
ZUYDER ZEE
By the side of the Zuyder Zee,
Zuyder Zee, Zuyder Zee,
There my little Deitchen girl
Wailts for me, only me!
I've seen diamonds in Amsterdam,
Amsterdam, Amsterdam, '
But there's not a diamond
As bright as those eyes
By the Zuyder Zee!
22.    CALIFORNIA, HERE I COME
California, here I come,
Right back where I started from;
Where bowers of flowers bloom in the sun;
Each morning at dawning
Birds sing an' everything.
A sun-kist miss said, "Don't be late"—
That's why I can hardly wait.
Open up that Golden Gate!
California, here I come!
23.   CAMPTOWN RACES
The Camptown ladies sing this song:
Doo-dah! Doo-dah!
The Camptown race track five miles
long,
Oh, doo-dah day!
I came down there with my hat caved
in—
Doo-dah! Doo-dah!
I go back home with my pocket full of
tin—
Oh, doo-dah day!
Goin' to run all night!
Going' to run all day!
I'll bet my money on the bobtail nag—
Somebody bet on the bay.
Canadian Pacific Song Book 24. CANADIAN BOAT SONG
Faintly as tolls the evening chime
Our voices keep tune and our oars
keep time,
Our voices keep tune and our oars keep
time
Soon as the woods on shore look dim,
We'll sing at St. Anne's our parting hymn.
Row, brothers, row! the stream runs fast,
The rapids are near and the daylight's
past—
The rapids are near and the daylight's
past.
25. CARRY ME BACK TO OLD
VIRGINNY
Carry me back to old Virginny,
There's where the cotton and the
corn and 'tatoes grow;
There's where the birds warble sweet
in the springtime,
There's where the old folks are
longing to go.
There's where I laboured so hard
all my lifetime,
Day after day in the field of yellow
corn;
No place on earth do I love more
sincerely,
Than old Virginny, the state where
I was born.
Carry me back to old Virginny,
There let me live till I wither and
decay;
Long by the old dismal swamp have I
wandered,
There's where this old one's life will
pass away.
My friends and my folks have long
gone before me,
Soon we will meet on that bright and
golden shore;
There we'll be happy and free from all
sorrow,
There's where we'll meet and we'll
never part no more.
26. CLEMENTINE
In a cavern, in a canyon,
Excavating for a mine,
Dwelt a miner, forty-niner,
And his daughter Clementine.
Oh my darling, oh my darling,
Oh my darling, Clementine!
Thou art lost and gone forever,
Dreadful sorry, Clementine!
Light she was, and like a fairy,
And her shoes were number nine,
Herring boxes without topses
Sandals were for Clementine etc.
Drove her ducklings to the water
Every morning just at nine;
Hit her foot against a splinter,
Fell into the foaming brine etc.
Saw her lips above the water,
Blowing bubbles, mighty fine;
But alas! I was no swimmer,
So I lost my Clementine etc.
How I missed her, how I missed her,
How I missed my Clementine;
But I kissed her little sister,
And forgot my Clementine! etc.
27.   COAL-BLACK MAMMIE
'Cause I'm goin', yes, I'm goin',
With a love that's ever growin'
To that Coal Black Mammie of mine.
Not a cent, not a cent,
An' my clothes are only lent—
All the same' she'll think I'm just fine.
How I've dreamed, how I've schemed,
An' at time is almost seemed
That the sun would never, never shine.
That's why I'm goin'—yes I'm goin',
Mighty soon I'll be hallo-in'
To that Coal-Black Mammie of mine!
28.   COCK ROBIN
Who killed Cock Robin ?
I, said the sparrow,
With my bow and arrow,
I killed Cock Robin.
All the birds of the air
Fell a-sighing and a sobbin'
When they heard of the death of poor
Cock Robin, {Repeat).
Who saw him die?
I, said the fly,
With my little eye—
I saw him die.
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Canadian Pacific Song Book All the birds, etc.
Who'll toll the bell?
I, said the bull,
Because I can pull—
I'll toll the bell.
All the birds, etc.
Who'll dig his grave ?
I, said the owl,
With my little trowel-
I'U dig his grave.
All the birds, etc.
29.   COCKLES AND MUSSELS
In Dublin's fair city, where girls are
so pretty,
I first set my eyes on sweet Molly
Malone,
As she wheeled her wheel-barrow
through streets broad and narrow,
Crying, "Cockles and Mussels,
alive, alive O!"
Alive, alive O-oh! Alive, alive O-oh!
Crying "Cockles and Mussels, alive,
alive O!"
30. COLUMBIA, THE GEM OF THE
OCEAN
Oh! Columbia, the gem of the ocean,
The home of the brave and the free,
The shrine of each patriot's devotion,
A world offers homage to thee.
Thy mandates make heroes assemble,
When liberty's form stands in view;
Thy banners make tyranny tremble
When borne by the red, white and blue,
When borne by the red, white and blue,
When borne by the red, white and blue.
Thy banners make tyranny tremble
When borne by the red, white and
blue.
31.   COME, LANDLORD, FILL THE
FLOWING BOWL
Come, landlord, fill the flowing bowl,
Until it doth run over,
For tonight we'll merry be,
For tonight we'll merry be,
For tonight we'll merry be,
Tomorrow we'll be sober, sober, sober.
For tonight we'll merry be,
For tonight we'll merry be,
For tonight we'll merry be,
Tomorrow we'll be sober.
The man that drinketh small beer,
And goes to bed quite sober,
Fades as the leaves do fade,
Fades as the leaves do fade,
Fades as the leaves do fade,
That drop off in October.
For tonight we'll merry be, etc.
32.   COMIN THRO' THE RYE
Gin a body meet a body
Comin' thro' the rye;
Gin a body kiss a body,
Need a body cry?
Ilka lassie has her laddie,
Nane, they say, ha'e I;
Yet a' the lads they smile at me,
When comin' thro' the rye.
Gin a body meets a body
Comin' frae the toon,
Gin a body greet a body,
Need a body froon?
Ilka lassie, etc.
'Mang the train there is a swain,
I dearly lo'e mysel',
But what's his name, and whar's his
hame
I dinna care to tell.
Ilka lassie, etc.
33.   COMRADES
Comrades, comrades, ever since we
were boys,
Sharing each others sorrows, sharing
each other's joys;
Comrades when manhood was dawning,
Faithful what e'er may betide—
When danger threatened my darling
old comrade was there,
By my side.
Canadian Pacific Song Book 34.   DADDY WOULDN'T BUY ME A
BOW-WOW
Daddy wouldn't buy me a bow-wow,
bow-wow. {Repeat)
I've got a little cat,
And I'm very fond of that,
But I'd rather have a bow-wow-wow!
35.   DAISY BELL
Daisy, Daisy, give me your answer do!
I'm half crazy
All for the love of you!
It won't be a stylish marriage,
I can't afford a carriage,
But you'll look sweet,
On the seat
Of a bicycle built for two!
38.   DIXIE
I wish I was in the land of cotton,
Old times there are not forgotten.
Look away! Look away! Look away!
Dixie land!
In Dixie Land where I was born in
Early on one frosty mornin'—
Look away! Lood away! Look away!
Dixie Land!
Then I wish I was in Dixie,
Hooray! Hooray!
In Dixie Land I'll take my stand
To live and die in Dixie.
Away, away, away down south in
Dixie!
Away, away, away down south in
Dixie!
36.   DASHING AWAY
Twas on a Monday morning
When I beheld my darling,
She looked so sweet and charming
In ev'ry high degree;
She looked so neat and nimble-O
A-washing of her linen-O,
Dashing away with the smoothing iron,
Dashing away with the smoothing iron,
She stole my heart away!
Twas on a Tuesday morning, etc.
A-hanging of her linen-O, etc.
A-starching of her linen-O, etc.
An-ironing of her linen-O, etc.
A-folding of her linen-O, etc.
An-airing of her linen-O, etc.
A-wearing of her linen-O, etc.
37. DEEP IN THE HEART OF
TEXAS
The stars at night are big and bright
Deep in the heart of Texas—
Reminds me of the one I love
Deep in the heart of Texas.
The sage in bloom is like perfume
Deep in the heart of Texas—
The prairie skies are wide and high
Deep in the heart of Texas.
39. DOWN AT THE OLD
BULL AND BUSH
Come, come, come and make eyes at me,
Down at the Old Bull and Bush.
Come, come, drink some port wine
with me
Down at the Old Bull and Bush—
Hear the little German Band—
Just let me hold your hand, dear!
Do, do come and have a drink or two
Down at the Old Bull and Bush.
Bush-Bush!
40.   DOWN THE ROAD AWAY
WENT POLLY
Down the road
Away went Polly,
With a step so jolly
That I knew she'd win.
Down the road,
The pace was killing,
But the mare was willing—
For a lightning spin.
All the rest was licked and might
As well have ne'er been born—
Woah, mare! Woah, mare!
You've earnt your little bit of corn!
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Canadian Pacific Song Book 41.   DRINK TO ME ONLY WITH
THINE EYES
Drink to me only with thine eyes,
And I will pledge with mine;
Or leave a kiss within the cup,
And I'll not ask for wine.
The thirst that from the soul doth rise
Doth ask a drink divine;
But might I of Jove's nectar sup,
I would not change for thine.
I sent thee late a rosy wreath,
Not so much hon'ring thee
As giving it a hope that there
It could not wither'd be;
But thou thereon didst only breath,
And sent'st it back to me
Since when it grows, and smells, I swear,
Not of itself but thee!
42.   EARLY ONE MORNING
Early one morning, just as the sum was
rising,
I heard a maid sing in the valley
belbw:
"Oh, don't deceive me!
Oh, never leave me!
How could you use a poor maiden so ?"
Remember the vows that you made to
your Mary;
Remember the bow'r where you vowed
to be true;
Oh, don't deceive me! etc.
Thus sang the poor maiden, her sorrow
bewailing,
Thus sang the poor maid in the
valley below:
Oh, don't deceive me! etc.
Everybody's doin' it, doin' it,
Everybody's doing' it, doin' it!
Ain't that music touching your heart ?
Hear that trombone bustin' apart ?
Come, come, come, come, let us start,
Everybody's doing it now!
44.   FARMER'S BOY
The sun had set beyond the hill,
Across the dreary moor,
When weary and lame a boy there came
Up to a farmer's door.
"Can you tell me wherever there be
One that will me employ
To plough and sow, to reap and mow,
And be a farmer's boy—
And be a farmer's boy?"
The farmer's boy grew up a man,
And the good old couple died
They left the lad the farm they had,
And their daughter for his bride.
Now the lad that was, and the farm
now has,
Often thinks and smiles with joy,
And blesses the day he came that way
To be a farmer's boy—
To be a farmer's boy.
45.   FLANAGAN
Flanagan, Flanagan,
Take me to the Isle of Man again.
Take me where the folks all cry
K-E-double L-Y!
Flanagan, Flanagan,
If you love your Mary Ann,
O-o-o-oh, Flanagan,
Take me to the Isle of Man!
43.   EVERYBODY'S DOING IT
Everybody's doin' it, doin' it, doin' it,
Everybody's doin' it, doin' it, doin' it!
See that ragtime couple over there,
Watch them throw their shoulders in
the air,
Snap their fingers—Honey, I declare,
It's a bear, it's a bear, it's a bear.
There!
46.   FLOW GENTLY, SWEET AFTON
Flow gently, sweet Afton, among thy
green braes
Flow gently, I'll sing thee a song in
thy praise
My Mary's asleep by thy murmuring
stream;
Flow gently, sweet Afton, disturb not
her dream.
Canadian Pacific Song Book
11 Thou stock-dove whose echoe resounds
through the glen,
Ye wild whistling blackbirds in yon
thorny den,
Thou green-crested lapwing, thy
screaming forbear,
I charge you disturb not my
slumbering fair.
And for weeks they've been sewing,
Ev'ry Susie and Sal.
They're congregating, for me and my gal
The parson's waiting, for me and my
gal.
And sometime I'm goin' build a little
home for two—
For three or four or more—
nl loveland, for me and my gal.
47.   FOGGY, FOGGY DEW
When I was young I lived all alone,
I worked at the weaver's trade,
And the only, only thing that I ever
did wrong
Was to v/oo a fair young maid.
I wooed her in the summertime,
And part of the winter too,
And the only, only thing that I
ever did wrong
Was to shield her from the foggy,
foggy dew.
One night she knelt beside my bed
As I lay fast asleep;
She threw her arms about my neck,
And then commenced to weep.
She wept, she cried, she tore her hair—
Alas! What could I do?
So all that night I held her in my arms
Just to shield her from the foggy,
foggy dew.
Again I am a bachelor I live with
my son;
We work at the weaver's trade;
And every time that I look into his eyes
He reminds me of the fair young maid.
He reminds me of the summertime,
And of the winter too,
And of the many, many times that I
held her in my arms
Just to shield her from the foggy,
foggy dew.
48.   FOR ME AND MY GAL
The bells are ringing for me and my gal;
The bells are singing for me and my gal.
Everybody's been knowing
To a wedding they're going,
49.   GALWAY BAY
If you ever go across the sea to Ireland,
Then maybe at the closing of the day
You will sit and watch the moon rise
over Gladdaugh,
And see the sun go down on
Galway Bay.
Just to hear again the ripple of the
trout stream,
The women in the meadows making
hay,
And to sit beside the turf fire in the
cabin
And watch the bare-foot gossoons at
their play!
For the breezes blowing o'er the seas
from Ireland
Are perfumed by the heather as
they blow,
And the women in the uplands digging
praties
Speak a language that the strangers
do not know.
For the strangers came and tried to
teach us their way;
They scorned us 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's going to be a life
hereafter—
And somehow I am sure there's going
to be—
I will ask me God to let me make my
Heaven
In that dear land across the
Irish Sea.
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Canadian Pacific Song Book 50.   GOD BLESS THE
PRINCE OF WALES
Among our ancient mountains,
And from our lovely vales,
Oh! let the prayer re-echo:
"God bless the Prince of Wales!"
With heart and voice awaken
Those minstrel strains of yore,
Till Britain's name and glory
Resound from shore to shore.
Among our ancient mountains, etc.
I'll say, Goodnight, Sweetheart,
Dreams will banish sorrow!
Goodnight, Sweetheart,
Till we meet tomorrow!
Dreams enfold you—
In my arms I'll hold you—
Goodnight, sweetheart, goodnight!
51.   GOOD-BYE-EE!
Good-bye-ee, good-bye-ee!
Wipe the tear, baby dear, from your
eye-ee.
Though it's hard to part, I know,
I'll be tickled to death to go.
Don't cry-ee! Don't sigh-ee!
There's a silver lining in the sky-ee.
Bon soir, old thing! Cheerio! Chin-chin!
Nah-poo! Toodle-oo! Good-bye-ee!
52.   GOODNIGHT, LADIES
Goodnight, ladies! Goodnight, ladies!
Goodnight, ladies!
We're going to leave you now.
Merrily we roll along
roll along, roll along!
Merrily we roll along
O'er the deep blue sea!
Farewell, ladies, etc.
Sweet dreams, ladies, etc
53.   GOODNIGHT, SWEETHEART
Goodnight, Sweetheart,
All my dreams are for you!
Goodnight, Sweetheart,
I'll be watching o'er you!
Tears are starting,
My night is forlorn—
But with the dawn
A new day is born—so!
54.    GREEN GROW THE
RUSHES-OH!
Fll sing you one-ohl
Green grow the rushes-oh!
What is your one-oh!
One is one and all alone and ever
more shall be-oh!
Fll sing you two-oh!
Green grow the rushes-oh!
What is your two-oh!
Two, two, the lily-white boys
clothed all in green-oh!
One is one and all alone, etc.
Fll sing you three-oh!
Green grow the rushes-oh!
What is your three-oh!
Three, three, the rivals!
Two, two, the lily-white boys, etc.
One is one and all alone, etc.
Fll sing you four-oh! etc.
Four for the Gospel-Makers, etc., etc.
Fll sing you five-oh! etc.
Five for the symbols at your door, etc.
Fll sing you six-oh! etc.
Six for the six proud walkers, etc.
Fll sing you seven-oh! etc.
Seven for the seven stars in the sky, etc*
Fll sing you eight-oh! etc.
Eight for the April-rainers, etc.
Fll sing you nine-oh! etc.
Nine for the nine bright shiners, etc.
Fll sing you ten-oh! etc.
Ten for the Ten Commandments, etc.
Fll sing you eleven-oh! etc.
Eleven for the eleven went up to
Heaven, etc.
Fll sing you twelve-oh! etc.
Twelve for the twelve Apostles, etc.
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13 55.    GREENSLEAVES
58.   HEARTS OF OAK
Oh lady mine, what spell is thine,
Whose glamour doth so hold me fast,
That year by year, come shade or shine,
Thou charmest as in days past.
Greensleeves was all my joy—
Greensleeves was my delight;
Greensleeves was my heart of gold,
And who but my
Lady Greensleeves ?
56.   HAPPY WANDERER
I love to go a-wandering
Along the mountain track,
And as I go I love to sing,
My knapsack on my back:
Val-de-ri! Val-de-ra! Val-de-ra!
Val-de-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha!
Val-de-ri! Val-de-ra!
My knapsack on my back!
I wave my hat to all I meet,
And they wave back to me,
And blackbirds call so loud and sweet
From every greenwood tree:
Val-de-ri! Val-de-ra! etc.
From every greenwood tree.
Oh, may I go a-wandering
Until the day I die!
Oh, may I always laugh and sing
Beneath God's clear blue sky!
Val-de-ri! Val-de-ra! etc.
Beneath God's clear blue sky!
Come, cheer up, my lads, 'tis to glory we
steer
To add something new to this
wonderful year;
To honour we call you, not press you
like slaves,
For who are so free as the sons of
the waves?
Hearts of oak are our ships,
Jolly tars are our men!
We always are ready—
Steady, boys steady!
We'll fight and we'll conquer again
and again!
59.   HELLO! HELLO! WHO'S YOUR
LADY FRIEND ?
Hello! Hello! Who's your lady friend ?
Who's the little girlie by your side ?
I've seen you—with a girl or two—
Oh! Oh! Oh! I am surprised at you!
Hello! Hello! Stop your little game!
Don't you think your ways you
ought to mend ?
It isn't the girl I saw you with at
Brighton—
Who, who, who's your lady friend ?
57.   HAS ANYBODY HERE SEEN
KELLY?
Has anybody here seen Kelly ?
K - E - double L - Y.
Has anybody here seen Kelly?
Find him if you can!
He's as bad as Antonio—
Left me on my own-i-o!
Has anybody here seen Kelly—
Kelly from the Isle of Man?
60. HERE'S A HEALTH UNTO HER
MAJESTY
Here's a health unto Her Majesty,
With a fa-la-la-/a-/tf-la-la!
Confusion to her enemies,
With a fa-la-la-/a-/a-la-la!
And he that will not pledge her health,
We wish him neither wit nor wealth,
Nor yet a rope to hang himself,
With a fa-la-la, la-la-la-la-la-la-la!
With a fa-la-la, la-la, la-la!
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Canadian Pacific Song Book 61. HERE'S TO GOOD
OLD WHISKY
Here's to good old whisky,
Mop it down, mop it down!
Here's to good old whisky,
Mop it down, mop it down!
Here's to good old whisky,
The stuff that makes you frisky!
Here's to good old whisky,
Mop it down!
Rolling home—rolling home—
Rolling home—rolling home—
By the light of the silvery moon—
Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha!
And a he-he-he-he-he!
So here's to good old whisky,
Mop it down!
Here's to good old sherry ...
That makes you feel so merry ...
Here's to good old Beer . . .
That never makes you queer . . .
Here's to good old stout. . .
That makes you care for nowt. ..
Here's to good old porter ...
That slips down as it oughter . . .
62. HOLD YOUR HAND OUT,
NAUGHTY BOY
Hold your hand out, naughty boy!
Hold your hand out, naughty boy!
Last night—in the pale moonlight—
I sawyer! I saw yer!
With a nice girl in the Park.
You were strolling full of joy—
And you told her you'd never kissed
a girl before—
Hold your hand out, naughty boy!
63. HOME ON THE RANGE
Oh give me a home where the buffalo roam,
Where the dear and the antelope play,
Where seldom is heard a discouraging word
And the skies are ne'er cloudy all day.
Home, Home on the range,
Where the deer and the antelope play,
Where seldom is heard, etc.
How often at night when the
heavens are bright
With the light of the glittering stars
Have I stood there amazed and asked
as I gazed
If their glory exceeds that of ours.
Home, Home on the range, etc.
64.   HOME, SWEET HOME
'Mid pleasure and palaces though we
may roam,
Be it ever so humble, there's no place
like home.
A charm from the sky seems to hallow
us there,
Which, seek through the world, is not
met with elsewhere,
Home, home, sweet, sweet home!
There's no place like home—
There's no place like home.
65.   HONEYSUCKLE AND THE BEE
You are my honey, honeysuckle, I am
the bee—
I'd like to sip the honey sweet
from those red lips, you see.
I love you dearly, dearly, and I want
you to love me,
You are my honeysuckle,
I am the bee.
66.   I BELONG TO GLASGOW
I belong to Glasgow,
Dear old Glasgow town—
What is the matter with Glasgow,
For it's going round and round?
I'm only a common old working chap,
As anyone here can see—
But when I've had a couple o' drinks
On a Saturday,
Glasgow belongs to me!
67.   I CAN'T FORGET AULD
REEKIE
I can't forget Auld Reekie,
Dear auld Edinboro Toon!
I leave my heart behind me
With bonnie Jessie Doon.
And I'll wear the Scottish heather
When I'm on a foreign shore
To remind me of Auld Reekie
And the lassie I adore.
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15 68.   I DREAM OF JEANIE WITH
THE LIGHT BROWN HAIR
I dream of Jeanie with the light brown
hair
Borne, like a vapour, on the summer air;
I see her tripping where the bright
streams play,
Happy as the daisies that dance in
her way:
Many were the wild notes her merry
voice would pour,
Many were the blithe birds that
warbled them o'er.
I dream of Jeanie with the light brown
hair
Floating, like a vapour, on the soft
summer air.
69. I LOVE A LASSIE
I love a lassie,
A bonnie, bonnie lassie—
She's as pure as the lily in the dell,
She's as sweet as the heather,
The bonnie, bonnie heather,
Mary, ma Scotch Bluebell!
70. I WANT TO SING IN OPERA
I want to sing in opera,
I've got that kind of voice,
I'd always sing in opera
If I could have my choice.
Signor Caruso
Told me I ought to do so,
That's why I want to sing in op'ra—
Sing in op-pop-pop-pop-e-ra!
Hoorah!
71.   I WOULDN'T LEAVE MY
LITTLE WOODEN HUT
I wouldn't leave my little wooden hut
for you!
I've got one lover and I don't want two!
What might happen there is no
knowing,
If he comes round, so you'd better
get going,
'Cos I wouldn't leave my little wooden
hut for you!
72. IF I SHOULD PLANT
If I should plant a tiny seed of love
In the garden of your heart,
Would it grow to a great big love some
day?
Or would it die and fade away?
Would you care for it and tend it
every day
Till the time when all must part,
If I should plant a tiny seed of love
In the garden of your heart ?
73. IF YOU WERE THE ONLY GIRL
If you were the only girl in the world,
And I was the only boy,
Nothing else would matter in the
world today,
We could go on loving in the same old
way—
A garden of Eden just made for two
With nothing to mar our joy
I would say such wonderful things
to you
There would be such wonderful things
to do—
If you were the only girl, etc.
14.   I'LL BE YOUR SWEETHEART
I'll be your sweetheart if you will be mine;
All my life I'll be your Valentine.
Bluebells I've gathered, keep them and
be true—
When I'm a man my plan will be
to marry you.
75.   I'LL TAKE YOU HOME AGAIN
KATHLEEN
I'll take you home again, Kathleen,
Across the ocean wild and wide,
To where your heart has ever been,
Since first you were my bonnie bride.
The roses all have left your cheek—
I've watched them fade away and die;
Your voice is sad whene'er you speak,
And tears bedim you loving eyes.
Oh! I will take you back, Kathleen,
To where your heart will feel no pain;
And when the fields are fresh and green,
I'll take you to your home again!
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Canadian Pacific Song Book 76.   I'M A YANKEE DOODLE
DANDY
I'm a Yanky Doodle Dandy,
Yankee Doodle Do-or-Die!
A real life nephew of my Uncle Sam,
Born on the fourth of July.
I've a Yankee Doodle sweetheart,
She's my Yanky Doodle girl.
'Yankee Doodle went to town
Riding on a pony'—
I am that Yanky Doodle boy!
77.   I'M HENERY THE EIGHTH,
AM
I'm Henery the Eighth, I am!
Henery the Eighth, I am, I am!
I got married to the widow next door—
She's been married seven times before;
Ev'ry one was a Henery,
She wouldn't have a Willie or a Sam;
I'm her eighth old man named Henery—
Henery the Eighth, I am!
78.   I'M TWENTY-ONE TODAY
I'm twenty-one today! Twenty-one
today!
I've got the key of the door,
Never been twenty-one before,
And Pa says I can do as I like,
So shout Hip-hip-hooray!
He's a jolly good fellow!
Twenty-one today!
79.   I'VE BEEN WORKING ON THE
RAILROAD
I've been working on the railroad
All the livelong day,
I've been working on the railroad
To pass the time away.
Don't you hear the whistle blowin'
'Rise up early in the morn?'
Don't you hear the captain shoutin'
'Dinah, blow your horn?'
Dinah, won't you blow, Dinah, won't
you blow,
Dinah, won't you blow your horn ?
Dinah, won't you blow, Dinah, won't
you blow,
Dinah, won't you blow your horn?
80. I'VE GOT A LUVERLY BUNCH
OF COCONUTS
I've got a luverly bunch of coconuts.
There they are, a-standing in a row:
Big ones, small ones, some as big as
yer 'ead—
Give 'em a twist, a flick of the wrist,
That's what the showman said.
I've got a luverly bunch of coconuts;
Every ball I throw will make me rich—
Here comes me wife,
The idol of my life,
Singing, roll-a-bowl-a-ball-a-penny-
a-pitch!
Singing roll-a-bowl-a-ball-a-penny-
a-pitch!
Roll-a-bowl-a-ball!
Roll-a-bowl-a-ball!
Roll-a-bowl-a-ball-a-penny-a-pitch!
81.   I'VE GOT SIXPENCE
I've got sixpence, jolly, jolly sixpence,
I've got sixpence to last me all my life.
I've got tuppence to spend and tuppence
to lend
And tuppence to send home to my
wife, poor wife.
No cares have I to grieve me,
No pretty little girls to deceive me.
I'm happy as a king, believe me,
As we go rolling, rolling home.
Rolling home, rolling home!
Rolling home, rolling home!
By the light of the silvery moon.
Happy is the day when a soldier
gets his pay
As we go rolling, rolling home.
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17 82.   IN THE EVENING BY THE
MOONLIGHT
In the evening by the moonlight
You could hear those darkies singing;
In the evening by the moonlight
You could hear those banjos ringing.
How the old folks would enjoy it!
They would sit all night and listen,
As we sang in the evening by the
moonlight.
{N.B.) Fast "ra-de-doo-dahV after
evening, moonlight, singing and
ringing.
83. IN THE SHADE OF THE OLD
APPLE TREE
In the shade of the old apple tree,
Where the love in your eyes I could
see,
When the voice that I heard,
Like the song of the bird,
Seemed to whisper sweet music to me.
I could hear the dull buzz of the bee
In the blossom as you said to me:
"With a heart that is true
I'll ve waiting for you
In the shade of the old apple tree."
84.   IT AINT GONNA RAIN NO
MORE
It aint gonna rain no mo', no mo',
It aint gonna rain no mo'—
But how in the hell can the old folks tell
It aint gonna rain no mo' ?
86.   IT'S NICE TO GET UP
Oh! It's nice to get up in the mornin'
When the sun begins to shine,
At 4 or 5 or 6 o'clock in the good old
summer time;
When the snow is snowin'
And it's murky overhead—
Oh! it's nice to get up in the mornin'
But it's nicer to stay in bed!
87.   JIM CRACK CORN
(or THE BLUE-TAIL FLY)
When I was young I used to wait
On master and hand him his plate,
Pass down the bottle when he got dry
And brush away the blue-tail fly.
Jim crack corn and I don't care,
Jim crack corn and I don't care,
Jim crack corn and I don't care!
Ol' master's gone away.
And when he rode in the afternoon
I followed with the hickory broom,
The pony being very shy
When bitten by the blue-tail fly.
Jim crack corn, etc.
The pony ran, he jump and pitch
And tumble master in the ditch;
He died and the jury wondered why—
The verdict was: 'The blue-tail fly.'
Jin crack corn, etc.
Old master's gone, now let him rest—
They say all things are for the best;
I'll never forget till the day I die,
Old master and that blue-tail fly.
Jim crack corn, etc.
85.   IT'S A GREAT BIG SHAME
It's a great big shame, an' if she
belonged to me
I'd let 'er know who's who—
Naggin' at a feller what is six foot free
And 'er only four foot two!
Oh! They 'adn't bin married not a
month nor more,
When underneath her fumb goes
Jim—
Isn't it a pity as the likes of 'er
Should put upon the likes ov 'in?
88.   JINGLE BELLS
Dashing thru the snow in a one-horse
open sleigh
O'er the fields we go, laughing all
the way;
Bells on bobtail ring, making spirits
bright;
What fun it is to ride, and sing a
sleighing song tonight!
Jingle bells! Jingle bells! Jingle all the
way!
Oh, what fun it is to ride in a
one-horse open sleigh!
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Canadian Pacific Song Book 89.   JOHN BROWN'S BODY
John Brown's Body lies a mouldering
in the grave, (3 times I)
But his soul goes marching on.
Glory, glory, Hallelujah! (3 times\)
His soul goes marching on.
The stars of heaven are looking kindly
down, (3 times \)
On the grave of old John Brown.
Glory, glory, Hallelujah! etc.
90.   JOHN PEEL
D'ye ken John Peel, with his coat
so gay ?
D'ye ken John Peel at the break of
day?
D'ye ken John Peel when he's far, far
away,
With his hounds and his horn in the
morning?
For the sound of his horn brought me
from my bed,
And the cry of his hounds, which he
oft-times led—
Peel's "view halloo" would awaken the
dead
Or the fox from his lair in the
morning.
91.   JOSHUA
Joshua, Joshua!
Why don't you call and see mamma?
She'll be pleased to know
You are my best beau.
Joshua, Joshua!
Nicer than lemon squash you are—
Yes, by gosh you are,
Josh-u-os-u-ah!
92.   JUANITA
Soft o'er the fountain
Ling'ring falls the southern moon;
Far o'er the mountain
Breaks the day too soon!
In thy dark eyes' splendour
Where the warm light loves to dwell
Weary looks, yet tender,
Speak then fond farewell!
Nita! Juanita!
Ask thy soul if we should part!
Nita! Juanita!
Lean thou on my heart.
93.   JUST A WEE DEOCH AN'
DORIS
Just a wee deoch-an'-doris,
Just a wee yin, that's a',
Just a wee deoch-an'-doris
Before we gang awa'.
There's a wee wifie waitin'
In a wee but-an'-ben;
If you can say, 'It's a brawbricht
moonlicht nicht',
Ye're a'richt, ye ken!
94.   JUST LIKE THE IVY
Just like the ivy on the old garden wall,
Clinging so tightly whate'er may
befall;
As you grow older I'll be constant and
true,
And just like the ivy, I'll cling to you.
95.   KEEL ROW
As I came down the Sandgate, the
Sandgate, the Sandgate,
As I came down the Sandgate
I heard a lassie sing:
"O merry may the keel row, the
keel row, the keel row,
O merry may the keel row,
The ship my laddie's in."
He's coming soon to meet me, to meet
me, to meet me,
He's coming soon to meet me
From yon ship in the Tyne.
O merry may the keel row, etc.
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19 96.   KEEP RIGHT ON TO THE END
OF THE ROAD
Keep right on to the end of the road,
Keep right on to the end.
Tho' the way be long let your heart
be strong,
Keep right on round the bend.
Tho' you're tired and weary,
Still journey on till you come to your
happy abode,
Where all you love you've been
dreaming of
Will be there at the end of the road.
97.   KEEP THE HOME FIRES
BURNING
Keep the home fires burning,
While your hearts are yearning;
Tho' your lads are far away,
They dream of home.
There's a silver lining
Through the dark clouds shining-
Turn the dark clouds inside out
Till the boys come home.
98.   KERRY DANCE
O! the days of the Kerry dancing!
O! the ring of the piper's tune!
O! for one of those hours of gladness
Gone, alas! like our youth, too soon!
When the boys began to gather
In the glen of a summer night,
And the Kerry piper's tuning
Made us long with wild delight—
O! to think of it! O! to dream of it,
Fills my heart with tears!
O! the days of the Kerry dancing!
O! the ring of the piper's tune!
O! for one of those hours of
gladness
Gone, alas! like our youth, too soon.
99.   LAMBETH WALK
Any time you're Lambeth way,
Any evening, any day,
You'll find us all
Doin' the Lambeth Walk.
Ev'ry little Lambeth gal
With her little Lambeth pal,
You'll find them all
Doin' the Lambeth Walk.
Ev'rything free and easy,
Do as you darn well pleasey—
Why don't you make your way there,
Go there, stay there ?
Once you get down Lambeth way,
Ev'ry evening, ev'ry day,
You'll find yourself
Doin' the Lambeth Walk.
100.   LAND OF HOPE AND GLORY
Dear Land of Hope, thy hope is
crowned—
God make thee mightier yet!
On Sovereign brows beloved,
renowned,
Once more thy crown is set.
Thy equal laws by freedom gained
Have ruled thee well and long;
By freedom gained, by truth
maintained,
Thine Empire shall be strong.
Land of Hope and Glory, Mother of
the Free,
How shall we extol thee, who are
born of thee?
Wider still and wider shall thy bounds
be set—
God who made thee mighty make thee
mightier yet.
{Repeat last line)
101.   LAND OF MY FATHERS
Oh! land of my fathers, the land of
the free,
The home of the Telyn so soothing
to me,
Thy noble defenders were gallant and
brave,
For freedom their heart's life they
gave.
Wales, Wales, home sweet home is
Wales!
Till death be passed my love
shall last—
My longing, my yearning for Wales,
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'Tis the last rose of summer
Left blooming alone;
All her lovely companions
Are faded and gone;
No flower of her kindred,
No rose-bud is nigh,
To reflect back her blushes,
Or give sigh for sigh.
103.   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 lovelight glowing in your
eyes so true—
Let me call you sweetheart—
I'm in love with you!
104.   LET THE GREAT BIG WORLD
KEEP TURNING
Let the great big world keep turning,
Never mind if I've got you;
For I only know that I want you so
And there's no one else will do.
You have simply set me yearning,
And forever I'll be true—
Let the great big world keep turning
round,
Now I've found someone like you.
106.   LET'S ALL GO DOWN THE
STRAND
Let's all go down the Strand,
Let's all go down the Strand!
I'll be leader, you can march behind—
Come with me and see what we can
find—
Let's all go down the Strand!
Oh, what a happy land!
That's the place for fun and noise,
All among the girls and boys—
So let's all—go down the Strand!
107.   LIFE ON THE OCEAN WAVE
A life of the ocean wave,
A home on the rolling deep!
Where the scattered waters rave
And the winds their revels keep.
{Repeat last 3 lines)
Like an eagle caged in pine
On this dull unchanging shore—
Oh, give me the flashing brine,
The spray and the tempest's roar!
A life on the ocean wave,
A home on the rolling deep,
Where the scattered waters rave
And the winds their revels keep!
The winds, the winds, the winds
their revels keep.
The winds, the winds, etc.
105.   LET THE REST OF THE
WORLD GO BY
With someone like you, a pal good and
true,
I'd like to leave it all behind, and go
and find
Some place that's known to God alone,
Just a spot to call our own—
We'll find perfect peace, where joys
never cease,
Out there beneath a friendly sky:
We'll build a sweet little nest,
Somewhere in the west,
And let the rest of the world go by.
108.   LILY OF LAGUNA
She's ma' lady love—
She is ma' dove, ma babyiove.
She's no gal for sittin' down to dream-
She's the only queen Laguna knows.
I know she likes me,
I know she likes me,
Because she says so—
She is de Lily of Laguna,
She is ma' Lily and my Rose.
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21 109.   LINCOLNSHIRE POACHER
112.   LITTLE DOLLY DAYDREAM
When I was bound apprentice in
famous Lincolnshire,
Full well I served my master for
more than seven years,
Till I took up to poaching, as you
shall quickly hear—
Oh! 'Tis my delight on a shiny night
In the season of the year!
She's—little Dolly Daydream,
Pride of Idaho,
So now you know—
And when you go
You'll see there's somethin' on her
mind—
Don't think it's you!
'Cos no one's got to kiss that girl but me!
Little Dolly Daydream, etc.
110.   LITTLE ANNIE ROONEY
She's my sweetheart, I'm her beau
She's my Annie, I'm her Joe.
Soon we'll marry, never to part—
Little Annie Rooney is my sweetheart!
111.   LITTLE BROWN JUG
My wife and I lived all alone
In a little log hut we called our own:
She loved gin and I loved rum,
I tell you what, we'd lots of fun!
Ha! ha! ha! you and me,
Little brown jug, don't I love thee!
Ha! ha! ha! you and me,
Little brown jug, don't I love thee!
When I go toiling to my farm,
I take little brown jug beneath my
arm
I place it under a shady tree—
Little brown jug, 'tis you and me!
Ha! ha! ha! etc.
If I'd a cow that gave such milk
I'd clothe her in the finest silk;
I'd feed her on the choicest hay,
And milk her forty times a day!
Ha! ha! ha! etc.
The rose is red, my nose is too
The voilet's blue and so are you;
And yet I guess before I stop,
We'd better take another drop!
Ha! ha! ha! etc.
113.   LOCH LOMOND
By yon bonnie banks and by yon bonnie
braes,
Where the sun shines bright on
Loch Lomond,
Where I and my true love were ever
wont to gae,
On the bonnie, bonnie banks of
Loch Lomond.
Oh! ye'll tak' the high road and
I'll tak the low road,
And I'll be in Scotland afore ye;
But I and my true love will never
meet again
On the bonnie, bonnie banks of
Loch Lomond.
'Twas there that we parted in yon
shady glen,
On the steep, steep side o' Ben
Lomond,
Where in purple hue the Hieland hills
we view,
An' the moon comin' out in the
gloaming.
Oh! ye'll tak', etc.
114.   LOVE'S OLD SWEET SONG
Once in the dear dead days beyond
recall,
When on the world the mists began
to fall,
Out of the dreams that rose in happy
throng,
Low in our hearts love sang an
old sweet song.
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gleam,
Softly it wove itself into our dream.
Just a song at twilight, when the   «
lights are low,
And the flickering shadows softly
come and go;
Tho' 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.
117.   MAN WHO BROKE THE BANK
As I walk along the Bois Boolong
With an independent air,
You can hear the girls declare:
"He must be a millionaire!"
You can hear them sigh and wish to die,
You can see them wink the other eye
At the Man who broke the Bank at
Monte Carlo!
115.   MLLE. FROM ARMENTIERES
Mademoiselle from Armentieres,
Parley vous!
Mademoiselle from Armentieres—
Same to you!
Who was the girl who lost her sleep
Thru singing this chorus in her sleep ?
Who was it pinched the barber's pole
And used it for fuel to save the coal ?
116.   MAN ON THE FLYING
TRAPEZE
Once I was happy but now I'm forlorn
Like an old coat that is tattered and
torn,
Left in this wide world to weep and to
mourn,
Betrayed by a maid in her teens.
Oh, this maid that I loved she was
handsome
And I tried all I knew her to please
But I could never please her one
quarter so well
As the man on the flying trapeze!
. . . Oh\
He fiies thro' the air with the greatest
of ease,
The daring young man on the flying
trapeze—
His actions are graceful, all girls he
can please,
And my love he has stolen away.
118.   MAPLE LEAF FOREVER
In days of yore from Britain's shore
Wolfe the dauntless hero came,
And planted firm Britannia's flag
On Canada's fair domain!
Here may it wave, our boast, our pride
And, joined in love together,
The Thistle, Shamrock, Rose, entwine
The Maple Leaf forever!
The Maple Leaf our emblem dear,
The Maple Leaf forever!
God save the Queen, and Heaven
bless
The Maple Leaf forever!
119. MARCHING THROUGH
GEORGIA
Bring the good old bugle, boys, we'll
sing another song,
Sing it with a spirit that will start
the world along,
Sing it as we used to sing it, fifty
thousand strong,
While we were marching thro'
Georgia!
Hurrah! hurrah! we bring the
jubilee!
Hurrah, hurrah! the flag that makes
you free!
So we sang the chorus from
Atlanta to the sea,
While we were marching through
Georgia.
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23 120.   MEN OF HARLECH
Men of Harlech, are ye waking?
Saxon hosts your hills are shaking,
Proudly now your swords be taking,
Gather in your might!
Hark a thousand voices call ye,
Let old hero hearts enthrall ye.
Shall the thought of death appal ye?
Hasten to the fight!
With your trumpets sounding
Widely forth be bounding—
Onward go to meet the foe,
The tyrant band surrounding.
Your ancient banners waving o'er ye,
Rank on rank fall back before ye—
March to victory, march to glory—
Harlech, show your might!
121.   MERMAID
On Friday morn when we set sail
And our ship was far from land,
We there did espy a fair pretty maid
With a comb and a glass in her hand,
her hand, her hand,
With a comb and a glass in her hand—
While the raging seas did roar,
And the stormy winds did blow,
While we jolly sailor boys were
sitting up aloft,
And the landlubbers lying down
below, below, below—
And the landlubbers lying down
below.
Then up starts the mate of our gallant
ship,
And a bold young man was he;
Oh! I have a wife in fair Portsmouth
town,
But a widow I fear she will be,
will be, will be
But a widow I fear she will be.
For the raging seas, etc.
Then three times round went our gallant
ship,
And three times round went she;
For the want of a life-boat the mate
went down,
And he sank to the bottom of the sea,
the sea, the sea—
And he sank to the bottom of the sea.
For the stormy seas, etc.
122.   MILLER OF DEE
There was a jolly miller once
Liv'd on the river Dee;
He work'd and sung from morn till
night,
No lark more blithe than he.
And this the burden of his song
For ever used to be:
"I care for nobody, no, not I,
If nobody cares for me."
"I love my mill, she is to me
Like parent, child, and wife,
I would not change my station
For any other in life.
And this the burden of my song
For ever more will be:
T care for nobody, no, not I,
If nobody cares for me'.'
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123.   MINERS DREAM OF HOME
I saw the old homestead and faces I love,
I saw England's valleys and dells—
I listened with joy as I did when a boy
To the sound of the old village bells!
The log was burning brightly,
'Twas a night that should banish all
sin,
For the bells were ringing the old year
out
And the New Year in!
124.   MINSTREL BOY
The minstrel boy to the war is gone,
In the ranks of death you'll find him;
His father's sword he has girded on,
And his wild harp slung behing him.
"Land of song!" said the warrior bard,
"Though all the world betrays thee,
One sword at least thy rights shall
guard,
One faithful bard shall praise thee!"
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128.   MY OLD KENTUCKY HOME
My Bonnie is over the ocean,
My Bonnie is over the sea,
My Bonnie is over the ocean,
O bring back my Bonnie to me.
Bring back, bring back,
Bring back my Bonnie to me, to me,
Bring back, bring back,
O bring back my bonnie to me!
O blow ye winds over the ocean,
0 blow ye winds over the sea,
O blow ye winds over the ocean,
And bring back my Bonnie to me.
Bring back, bring back, etc.
Last night as I lay on my pillow,
Last night as I lay on my bed,
Last night as I lay on my pillow,
1 dreamed that my Bonnie was dead.
Bring back, bring back, etc.
126.   MY GIRL'S A YORKSHIRE GIRL
My girl's a Yorkshire girl,
Yorkshire through and through!
My girl's a Yorkshire girl—
Eh! by gum, she's champion!
Though she's a factory lass,
And wears no fancy clothes,
I've a sort of a Yorkshire relish
For my little Yorkshire Rose.
127.   MY GRANDFATHER'S CLOCK
My Grandfather's clock was too large
for the shelf
So it stood ninety years on the floor;
It was taller by half than the old man
himself,
Tho' it weighed not a pennyweight more.
It was bought on the morn of the day
that he was born,
And was always his treasure and pride;
But it stopped short, never to go again,
When the old man died.
Ninety years without slumbering,
tick-tock-tick-tock!
His life seconds numbering,
tick-tock-tick-tock!
It stopped short, never to go again,
When the old man died.
The sun shines bright in the old
Kentucky home;
'Tis summer, the darkies are gay;
The corn-top's ripe and the meadow's
in the bloom,
While the birds make music all the
day.
The young folks roll on the little cabin
floor,
All merry, all happy and bright.
By 'n bye hard times come a-knocking
at the door,
Then my old Kentucky home,
Goodnight.
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.
129   MY OLD MAN SAID FOLLOW
THE VAN
My old man said, 'Follow the van.
Don't dilly-dally on the way.'
Off went the cart with the home
packed in it—
I walked behind with me old cock
linnet,
But I dillied and dallied and dallied
and dillied,
Lost the van and don't know where
to roam.
Yer can't trust the 'specials' like the
old time coppers
When you can't find your way home.
130.   NELLIE DEAN
There's an old mill by the stream,
Nellie Dean,
Where we used to sit and dream,
Nellie Dean
And the waters as they flow
Seem to murmur sweet and low:
"You're my heart's desire, I love you,
Nellie Dean.;
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25 131.   NELLIE GRAY
There's a low green valley on the old
Kentucky shore,
There I've whiled many happy hours
away,
A-sitting and a-singing by the little
cottage door,
Where lived my darling Nelly Gray.
Oh my poor Nelly Gray,
They have taken you away,
And I'll never see my darling any
more.
I'm sitting by the river
And I'm weeping all the day,
For you've gone from the old
Kentucky shore.
132.   NOW IS THE HOUR
Now is the hour that we must say
goodbye.
Soon you'll be sailing far across the
sea.
While you're away, oh! then remember
me.
When you return, you'll find me
waiting here.
133.   O CANADA
O Canada! Our home and native land!
True patriot love in all thy sons
command.
With glowing hearts we see thee rise,
The true North, strong and free;
And stand on guard, O Canada—
We stand on guard for thee.
O Canada! Glorious and free!
We stand on guard,
We stand on guard for thee!
O Canada, we stand on guard for thee!
134.   O DANNY BOY
O Danny Boy!
The pipe, the pipes are calling
From glen to glen and down the
mountain side;
The summer's gone and all the
flowers are dying;
'Tis you, 'tis you, must go, and I must
bide.
But come you back
When summer's in the meadow,
And when the fields are hushed and
white with snow;
And I'll be here in sunshine and in
shadow—
O Danny Boy, O Danny Boy, I love
you so!
135.   OH DEAR! WHAT CAN THE
MATTER BE
Oh dear, what can the matter be, {thrice)
Johnny's so long at the fair?
He promised to buy me a beautiful
faring,
A gay bit of lace that the lassies are
wearing—
He promised he'd buy me a bunch of
new ribbons
To tie up my bonny brown hair.
Oh dear, what can the matter be, etc.
Oh dear, what can the matter be, {thrice)
Johnny's so long at the fair?
He promised to buy me a basket of
posies,
A garland of lilies, a wreath of red
roses,
A little straw hat to set off the new
ribbons
That tie up my bonny brown hair.
Oh dear, what can the matter be, etc.
136.   OH! DEM GOLDEN SLIPPERS
Oh, my golden slippers am laid away,
Kase I don't 'spect to w7ear 'em till
my wedding day;
An' my long-tailed coat dat I loved so
well
I will wear up in de chariot in de
morn;
And my long white robe dat I bo't
last June
I'm gwine to git changed kas it fits
too soon;
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I will hitch him to de chariot in
de morn.
Oh, dem golden slippers!
Oh, dem golden slippers!
Golden slippers I'se gwine to wear
Bekase dey look so neat!
Oh, dem golden slippers!
Oh, dem golden slippers!
Golden slippers I'se gwine to wear
To walk de golden street!
137.   OH! I DO LIKE TO BE BESIDE
Oh! I do like to be beside the seaside,
I do like to be beside the sea!
I do like to stroll upon the Prom, Prom,
Prom,
Where the brass-bands play,
Tiddely-on-pom-pom!
So just let me be beside the seaside,
I'll be beside myself with glee—
And there's lots of girls beside
I should like to be beside,
Beside the seaside, beside the sea!
138.   OH NO, JOHN!
On yonder hill there stands a maiden;
Who she is I do not know.
I'll go ask her hand in marriage;
She must answer Yes or No.
Oh no, John! No, John! No, John,
no!
O Madam, in your face is beauty,
On your lips red roses grow—
Will you take me for your lover?
Madam, answer Yes or No!
Oh no, John! No, John! No John,
no!
Oh Madam, since you are so cruel,
And that you do scorn me so,
If I may not be your lover,
Madam, will you let me go ?
Oh no, John! No, John!, No, John,
no!
O hark! I hear the church bells ringing;
Will you come and be my wife?
Or, dear Madam, have you settled
To be single all your life?j
Oh no, John! No, John! No, John,
no!
139.   OH SUSANNA!
I come from Alabama wid my banjo on
my knee;
I'm g'wan to Louisiana my true love
for to see.
It rained all night the day I left;
The weather it was dry;
The sun so hot I froze to death—
Susanna, don't you cry.
Oh, Susanna; oh, don't you cry for me;
I've come from Alabama wid my;
banjo on my knee.
140.   OH WHERE, OH WHERE IS MY
LITTLE DOG GONE?
Oh where, oh where is my little dog
gone,
Oh where, oh where can he be?
With his ears cut short and his tail
cut long—
Oh where, oh where is he?
Tra-la-la-la, la-la-la, la-la-la!;
La-la-la, la-la-la, la-la-la-la!
Tra-la-la-la, la-la-la, la-la-la-la!
Tra-la-la, la-la-la-la!
141.   OH! YOU BEAUTIFUL DOLL
Oh! you beautiful doll,
You great big beautiful doll!
Let me put my arms about you—
I could never live without you.
Oh! you beautiful doll,
You great big beautiful doll!
If you ever leave me how my heart will
ache—
I want to hug you but I fear you'd
break—
Oh-oh-oh-oh-0/i! You beautiful doll!
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27 142.   OLD BLACK JOE
(POOR OLD JOE)
Gone are the days when my heart was
young and gay;
Gone are my friends from the cotton
fields away;
Gone from the earth to a better land
I know—
I hear their gentle voices calling,
"Old Black Joe!"
I'm coming, I'm coming, for my head
is bended low;
I hear those gentle voices calling,
"Old Black Joe!"
143.   OLD FOLKS AT HOME
(SWANEE RIVER)
'Way down upon the Swanee River,
far, far, away,
There's where my heart is turning ever,
There's where the old folks stay.
All up and down the whole creation,
sadly I roam,
Still longing for the old plantation
And for the old folks at home.
All the world is sad and dreary,
everywhere I roam,
Oh! darkies, how my heart grows
weary,
Far from the old folks at home.
144.   OLD GREY MARE
Oh, the old grey mare, she ain't what
she used to be—
Aint what she used to be, ain't what
she used to be—
The old grey mare, she ain't what she
used to be
Many long years ago—
Many long years ago, many long years
ago—
The old grey mare, she ain't what
she used to be
Many long years ago.
145.   OLD KING COLE
Old King Cole was a merry old soul
And a merry old soul was he;
He called for his pipe and he called for
his glass,
And he called for his fiddlers three.
Now every fiddler he had a fine fiddle,
And a very fine fiddle had he.
Then fiddle-diddle-dee, fiddle-dee,
went the fiddlers:
"Merry men are we!
For there's none so rare as can
compare
With the sound of our harmony."
Old King Cole was a merry old soul
And a merry old soul was he;
He called for his pipe and he called for
his glass,
And he called for his pipers three.
Now every piper had a fine pipe,
And a very fine pipe had he.;
Then tootle-tootle-too, tootle-too,
went the pipers,
Then fiddle-diddle-dee, fiddle-dee,
went the fiddlers:
"Merry men are we! etc.
. . . harpers . . .
Twanga-twanga-twang, twanga-twang,
went the harpers . . .
. . . drummers . . .
Rubba-dubba-dub, rubba-dub,
went the drummers . . .
146.   OLD MACDONALD HAD A
FARM
Old MacDonald had a farm,
E-I-E-I-O!
And on this farm he had some chicks,
E-I-E-I-O!
With a chick-chick here, and a
chick-chick there,
Here a chick, there a chick,
Everywhere a chick-chick!
Old MacDonald had a farm,
E-I-E-I-O!
Thus:   2. Ducks (quack-quack)
3. Turkeys (gobble-gobble)
4. Pigs (hoink-hoink)
5. iwd (rattle-rattle)
the chorus treated "accumulatively"
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- 147. OLD OAKEN BUCKET
How dear to my heart are the scenes of
my childhood,
When fond recollection presents
them to view!
The orchard, the meadow, the
deep-tangled wildwood,
And every loved spot which my
infancy knew.
The wide-spreading pond, and the mill
that stood by it,
The bridge and the rock where the
cataract fell;
The cot of my father, the dairy house
nigh it,
And e'en the rude bucket that hung
in the well.
The Old Oaken Bucket, the
iron-bound bucket,
The moss-covered bucket that
hung in the well.
148. THE OLD RUSTIC BRIDGE
BY THE MILL
I am thinking tonight of the old rustic
bridge,
That bends o'er the murmuring
stream;
'Twas there, Maggie dear,
With our hearts full of cheer,
We strayed 'neath the moon's gentle
beam.
'Twas there I first met you—the
light of your eyes
Awoke in my heart a sweet thrill;
'Tho now far away,
Still my thoughts fondly stray
To the old rustic bridge by the mill.
Beneath it the stream gently ripples
Around it the birds love to trill.
'Tho now far away,
My thoughts fondly stray
To the old rustic bridge by the mill.
149. ON ILKLEY MOOR
Wheear 9as tha been sin9 ah saw thee ?
On Ilkley Moor baht 'at ?
Wheear 9as tha been sin9 ah saw thee ?
Wheear 9as tha been sin9 ah saw thee ?
On Ilkley Moor baht 'at, {thrice)
2 Tha's been a-coortin' Mary Jane . . .
3 Tha'll go and get thi death
o'cowld . . .
4 Then we shall 'ave to bury thee ...
5 Then t'worms'll come and ate thee
oop. . .
6 Then ducks'll come and ate oop
worms ...
7 Then we shall go and ate oop
ducks. . .
8 Then we shall all 'ave eaten thee . . .
150.   ON TOP OF OLD SMOKEY
On top of Old Smokey all covered
with snow
I lost my true lover for courtin'
too slow.
(For courtin's a pleasure)
For courtin's a pleasure,
(Parting is grief)
Parting is grief,
(And a false-hearted lover)
And a false-hearted lover
(Is worse than a thief)
Is worse than a thief.
(A thief will just rob you)
A thief will just rob you,
(And take what you have)
And take what you have;
(But a false-hearted lover)
But a false-hearted lover
(Will lead to the grave)
Will lead to the grave.
(And the grave will decay you);
And the grave will decay you
(And turn you to dust)
And turn you to dust;
(Not one boy in a hundred)
Not one boy in a hundred
(A poor girl can trust)
A poor girl can trust.
(They'll hug you and kiss you)
They'll hug you and kiss you
(And tell you more lies)
And tell you more lies
(Than cross-ties on a railroad)
Than cross-ties on a railroad
(Or stars in the sky)
Or stars in the sky.
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29 (The leaves they will wither)
The leaves they will wither
(The roots they will die)
The roots they will die;
(You'll all be forsaken)
You'll all be forsaken
(And never know why)
And never know why.
151.   ONE MAN WENT TO MOW
One man went to mow,
Went to mow a meadow
One man and his dog
Went to mow a meadow
Two men went to mow,
Went to mow a meadow
Two men, one and his dog,
Went to mow a meadow, etc. etc.!
152.   OUR LODGER'S SUCH A NICE
YOUNG MAN
Our lodger's such a nice young man
Such a nice young man is he!
So good, so kind
To all our family!
He's never going to leave us—
Oh dear, Oh dear, no!
He's such a good, goody-goody man
Mamma told me so!
154.   POLLY WOLLY DOODLE
Oh, I went down south for to see my
Sal-
Singing Polly-Wolly-Doodle all the
day—
My Sal she am a spunky gal—
Singing Polly-Wolly-Doodle all the
day.
Fare thee well, fare thee well,
Fare thee well, my fairy fay!
For I'm off to Lousiana
For to see my Susy Anna—
Singing Polly-Woddle-Doodle all the day.
155.   RED RIVER VALLEY
From this valley they say you are
going—
I shall miss your sweet face and
your smile;
Just because you are weary and tired
You are changing your range for a
while.
I've been thinking a long time,
my darling,;
Of the words you never would say;
Now, alas! must the fond hopes all
vanish—
For they say you are going away ?
Oh, come sit here awhile ere you leave
me,
Do not hasten to bid me adieu;
Just remember the Red River Valley,
And the boy (girl) that has loved you
so true.
153.   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 worth while, so—
Pack up your troubles in your old kit
bag—
And smile, smile, smile!
156.   RIO GRANDE
Oh, where are we going to, my pretty
maid?
Way-ay, to Rio!
Oh, where are we going to, my pretty
maid?
We're bound for the Rio Grande.
Then away-ay, to Rio!
Away-ay, to Rio!
Sing fare you well, my bonnie
wee gel,
For we're bound for the
Rio Grande!
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Canadian Pacific Song Book 157.   ROAMIN' IN THE GLOAMIN^
Roamin' in the gloamin'
On the bonnie banks of Clyde,
Roamin' in the gloamin'
Wi' my lassie by my side.
When the sun has gone to rest,
That's the time that I love best—
Oh, it's lovely roamin' in the gloamin'!
158.   ROLL OUT THE BARREL
Roll out the barrel—
Let's have a barrel of fun!
Roll out the barrel—
We'll have the blues on the run!
Zing, boom, ta-ra-ra!
Gives us a song of good cheer;
Now's the time to roll the barrel,
For the gang's all here!
159.   ROSE OF TRALEE
The pale moon was shining above the
green mountain,
The sun was declining beneath the
blue sea,
When I strayed with my love to the
pure crystal fountain
That stands in the beautiful vale of
Tralee.
She was lovely and fair as the rose of
the summer,
Yet 'twas not her beauty alone that
won me—
Oh, no! 'Twas the truth in her eyes
ever dawning
That made me love Mary, the
Rose of Tralee.
160.   RULE, BRITANNIA!
When Britain first at Heav'n's
command
Arose from out the azure main-
Arose, arose, arose from out the
azure main—
This was the charter, the charter of
the land
And guardian angels sang the strain:
Rule, Britannia! Britannia rules the
waves;
Britons never, never, never shall be
slaves.
161.   SAILING, SAILING
Sailing, sailing, over the bounding main,
For many a stormy wind shall blow
Ere Jack comes home again.
Sailing, sailing, etc.
162.   SALLY IN OUR ALLEY
Of all the girls that are so smart
There's none like pretty Sally;
She is the darling of my heart,
And lives in our alley.
There is no lady in the land
That's half so sweet as Sally;
She is the darling of my heart
And lives in our alley.
My master and the neighbours all
Make game of me and Sally;
And but for her I'd rather be
A slave and row a galley.
But when my seven long years are out-
Oh! then I'll marry Sally.
And then how happily we'll live—■
But not in our alley!
163.   SANTA LUCIA
Now 'neath the silver moon ocean is
glowing,
O'er the calm billow soft winds
are blowing.
Here balmy zephyrs blow, pure joys
invite us;
And as we gently row all things
delight us.
Hark, how the sailors' cry
Joyously echoes nigh:
"Santa Lucia! Santa Lucia!"
Home of fair poesy, Realm of
pure harmony-
Santa Lucia! Santa Lucia!
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31 164.   SCOTS, WHA HAE WI'
WALLACE BLED!
Scots, wha hae wi' Wallace bled!
Scots, wham Bruce has often led!
Wha sae base as be a slave?
Let him turn an'flee!
Now's the day, and now's the hour,
See the front of battle lour;
See approach proud Edward's power,
Chains and slavery!
By oppression's woes an' pains,
By your sons in servile chains,
We will drain our dearest veins,
But we will be free!
Lay the proud usurper low!
Tyrants fall in ev'ry foe!
Liberty's in ev'ry blow!
Let us do, or dee!
168.   SHENANDOAH
Oh Shenandoah, I long to hear you—
Way-hay, you rolling river!
Oh Shenandoah, I long to hear you—
Ha-ha! We're bound away!
'Cross the wide Missouri!
Oh, Shenandoah, I love your daughter—
Way-hay, you rolling river!
Oh, Shenandoah, I love your daughter—
Ha-ha! We're bound away!
'Cross the wide Missouri!
Oh, Shenandoah, I'm bound to leave
you—
Way-hay, you rolling river!
Oh, Shenandoah, I'll not deceive you—
Ha-ha! We're bound away!
'Cross the wide Missouri!
165. SHE WAS ONE OF THE
EARLY BIRDS
She was one of the early birds—
"Chip, chip, chip!" she went.
Sweetly she sang to me
Till all my money was spent.
Then she went off song—
We parted on fighting terms—
She was one of the early birds—
And I was one of the worms!
166. SHE'LL BE COMING ROUND
THE MOUNTAIN
She'll be coming round the mountain
When she comes, when she comes!
{Repeat both lines)
She'll be coming round the mountain
{thrice)
When she comes.
She'll be driving six white horses, etc.
167. SHE'S A LASSIE FROM
LANCASHIRE
She's a lassie from Lancashire,
Just a lassie from Lancashire;
She's the lassie that I love dear—
Oh, so dear!
Tho' she dresses in clogs and shawl,
She's the prettiest of them all;
None could be fairer or rarer than Sara,
My lassie from Lancashire!
169.   SHOW ME THE WAY TO GO
HOME
Show me the way to go home,
I'm tired and I wanna go to bed.
Oh, I had a little drink about an hour
ago,
And it went right to my head.
Wherever I may roam,
On land or sea or foam,
You can always hear me singin' this
song:
Show me the way to go home!
170.   SILVER THREADS AMONG
THE GOLD
Darling, I am growing old—
Silver threads among the gold
Shine upon my brow today—
Life is fading fast away.
But, my darling, you will be, will be,
Always young and fair to me—
Yes, my darling, you will be
Always young and fair to me . . .
Darling, I am growing old, etc.
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Canadian Pacific Song Book 171.   SKYE BOAT SONG
Speed, bonny boat, like a bird on the
wing
Onward! the sailors cry;
Carry the lad that's bom to be king
Over the sea to Skye.
Now the waves leap, now the winds
roar,
Thunderclaps rend the air;
Baffled our foe stands by Jhe shore,
Follow they will not dare.
Speed, bonny boat, etc.
Burned are our homes, exile and death
Scattered our loyal men;
Yet ere the swords cool in the sheath
Charlie will come again!
Speed, bonny boat, etc.
So long, it's been good to know yuh!
So long, it's been good to know yuh!
So long, it's been good to know yuh!
What a long time since I've been
home!
And I gotta be driftin' along.
174.   SOLDIERS OF THE QUEEN
It's the soldiers of the Queen, my lads,
Who've been, my lads, who've seen,
my lads,
In the fight for England's glory, lads,
Of its worldwide glory let us sing!
And when we say we've always won,
And when you ask us how it's done,
We'll proudly point to everyone of
England's soldiers of the Queen!
172.   SO EARLY IN THE MORNING
South Carolina's a sultry clime,
Where we used to work in the
summertime;
Massa 'neath the shade would lay
While we poor darkies toiled all day.
So early in the morning,
so early in the morning,
So early in the morning,
before the break of day.
{Repeat last two lines)
Now Massa's dead and gone to rest;
Of all the masters he was best;
I never seen like since I was born,
Miss him now he's dead and gone.
So early in the morning, etc.
175.   SOME FOLKS DO
Some folks like to sigh,
Some folks do, some folks do-
Some folks long to die—
But that's not me nor you.
Long live the merry, merry heart
That laughs by night and day,
Like the Queen of Mirth,
No matter what some folks say.
Some folks fear to smile,
Some folks do, some folks do—
Others laugh thru guile—
But that's not me nor you, etc.
Some folks fret and scold,
Some folks do, some folks do—
They'll soon be dead and cold—
But that's not me nor you, etc.
173. SO LONG, IT'S BEEN GOOD
TO KNOW YOU
I've sung this song but I'll sing it again,
Of the people I've met and the places
I've seen;
Of some of the troubles that bothered
my mind,
And a lot of good people that I've
left behind, saying:
176.   SPANISH CAVALIER
A Spanish cavalier stood in his retreat,
And on his guitar played a tune, dear.
The music so sweet would oftimes
repeat,
The blessings of my country and you,
dear.
Say, darling, say, when I'm far away.
Sometimes you will think of me, dear;
Bright sunny days will soon fade away;
Remember what I say, and be true,
dear.
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33 177.   STAR-SPANGLED BANNER
180.   SWEET ADELINE
Oh say, can you see by the dawn's
early light
What so proudly we hailed at the
twilight's last gleaming?
Whose broad stripes and bright stars,
through the perilous fight,
O'er the ramparts we watched were
so gallantly streaming?
And the rockets red glare, the bombs
bursting in air,
Gave proof through the night that our
flag was still there.
Oh! say, does that star-spangled banner
still wave
O'er the land of the free and the
home of the brave?
178.   STEAL AWAY
Steal away, steal away, steal away to
Jesus.
Steal away, steal away home;
I aint got long to stay here,
My Lord calls me,
He calls me by the thunder;
The trumpet sounds withina my
soul—
I aint got long to stay here.
Steal away, etc.
My Lord calls me,
He calls me by the lightning, etc.
Steal away, etc.
Sweet Adeline, sweet Adeline!
My Adeline, my Adeline,
At night, dear heart, at night, dear heart,
For you I pine, for you I pine.
In all my dreams, in all my dreams
Your fair face beams, your fair face
beams.
You're the flower of my heart,
Sweet Adeline, sweet Adeline.
181.   SWEET GENEVIEVE
0 Genevieve! I'd give the world
To live again the lovely past!
The rose of youth was dew-impearled
But now it withers in the blast.
1 see thy face in every dream,
My waking thoughts are full of thee;
Thy glance is in the starry beam
That falls along the summer sea.
O Genevieve! Sweet Genevieve!
The days may come, the days may go,
But still the hands of memory weave
The blissful dreams of long ago.
182.   SWEET ROSDE O'GRADY
Sweet Rosie O'Grady, my dear little
Rose,
She's my steady lady, most everyone
knows;
And when we are married, how happy
we'll be,
For I love sweet Rosie O'Grady and
Rosie O'Grady loves me.
179.   SUR LE PONT D'AVIGNON
Sur le Pont d'Avignon,
L'on y danse, Ton y danse
Sur le Pont d'Avignon;
L'on y danse tout en rond.
Les belles dames (beaux messieurs)
font comme ci
Et puis encore comme ca!
Sur le Pont, etc.
183.   SWING LOW,
SWEET CHARIOT
Swing low, sweet chariot,
Coming for to carry me home.
Swing low, sweet chariot,
Coming for to carry me home.
I looked over Jordan and what did I see?
Coming for to carry me home . . .
A band of angels coming after me,
Coming for to carry me home.
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Canadian Pacific Song Book Swing low, sweet chariot,
Coming for to carry me home
Swing low, sweet chariot,
Coming for to carry me home.
I'm sometimes up, and sometimes
down—
Coming for to carry me home . . .
But still my soul feels heav'nly bound—
Coming for to carry me home.
Swing low, sweet chariot, etc.
186.   THERE'S A LONG, LONG
TRAIL
There's a long, long trail a-winding
Into the land of my dreams—
Where the nightingales are singing
And the bright moon beams.
There's a long, long night of waiting
Until my dreams all come true;
Till the day that I'll be going down
That long, long, trail with you!
184. TAKE ME BACK TO DEAR
OLD BLIGHTY
Take me back to dear old Blighty—
Put me on the train for
London Town—
Take me over there, drop me anywhere-
Liverpool, Leeds or Birmingham—
well, I don't care!
I should love to see my best girl—
Cuddle-in' up again we soon shall be-
Whoa! Tiddle-y-iddle-y-ighty!
Hurry me home to Blighty—
Blighty is the place for me!
185. THERE IS A TAVERN IN THE
TOWN
There is a tavern in the town, in the
town—
And there my dear love sits him
• down, sits him down—
And drinks his wine mid laughter free—
And never, never thinks of me.
Fare thee well, for I must leave
thee,
Do not let the parting grieve thee,
And remember that the best of
friends must part, must part,
Adieu, adieu, kind friends, adieu,
adieu, adieu,
I can no longer stay with you, stay
with you,
I'll hang my harp on a weeping
willow tree,
And may the world go well with
thee.
187.   TILL WE MEET AGAIN
Smile awhile you kiss me sad adieu
When the clouds roll by I'll come
to you;
Then the skies will seem more blue
Down in Lover's lane, my dearie.
Wedding bells will ring so merrily,
Ev'ry tear will be a memory;
So wait and pray each night for me,
Till we meet again.
188.   TIPPERARY
It's a long way to Tipperary—
It's a long way to go.
It's a long way to Tipperary—
To the sweetest girl I know!
Goodbye, Piccadilly! Farewell, Leicester
Square!
It's a long, long way to Tipperary,
But my heart's right there!
189.   TRAMP! TRAMP! TRAMP!
In the prison cell I sit,
Thinking of you, mother dear,
And our bright and happy home so
far away;
And the tears they fill my eyes
'Spite of all that I can do,
Tho' I try to cheer my comrades and
be gay.
Tramp, tramp, tramp! The boys are
marching
Cheer up, comrades, they will
come;
And beneath the starry flag
We will breath the air again
Of the free land in our own
beloved home.
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35 190.   TWO LITTLE GIRLS IN BLUE
Two little girls in blue, lad, two little
girls in blue,
They were sisters, we were brothers,
And learned to love the two.
And one little girl in blue, lad, who
won your father's heart,
Became your mother—
I married the other;
But now we have drifted apart.
191.   TWO LOVELY BLACK EYES
Strolling so happy down Bethnal Green
This gay youth you might have seen,
Tompkins and I, with his girl between—
Oh! What a surprise!
I praised the Conservatives frank and
free—
Tompkins got angry so speedily—
All in a moment he handed to me—
Two lovely black eyes—
Two lovely black eyes—
Oh! What a surprise!
Only for telling a man he was
wrong—
Two lovely black eyes!
192.   UNCLE NED
There was an old darkie and his name
was Uncle Ned,
But he's dead long ago, long ago;
He had no wool on the top of his head
In the place where the wool ought to
grow.
They lay down the shovel and the
hoe, the hoe,
Hang up the fiddle and the bow
There's no more hard work for
poor Uncle Ned,
He's gone where good darkies go.
{Repeat last two lines)
193.   VICAR OF BRAY
In good King Charles's golden days
When loyalty no harm meant,
A zealous High Churchman was I
And so I got preferment;
To teach my flock I never missed,
Kings were by God appointed,
And damned are those that do resist,
Or touch the Lord's Annointed.
And this is law I will maintain,
Until my dying day, Sir,
That whatsoever King may reign,
Still I'll be the Vicar of Bray, Sir.
When royal James obtained the crown,
And Pop'ry came in fashion,
The penal laws I hooted down
And read the declaration
The Church of Rome I found would fit
Full well my constitution
And had become a Jesuit
But for the revolution.
And this is law, etc.
When George in pudding-time came o'er
And moderate men looked big, Sir,
I turned a cat-in-a-pan once more,
And so became a Whig, Sir;
And thus preferment I procured,
For our new faith's defender;
And almost every day abjured
The Pope and the Pretender.
And this is law, etc.
194.   WALTZING MATILDA
Once a jolly swagman
Camped by a billabong
Under the shade of a coilibah tree;
And he sang as he watched
And waited till his billy boiled,
Who'll come a Waltzing Matilda
with me ?
Waltzing Matilda, Waltzing Matilda,
Who'll come a-waltzing Matilda
with me?
And he sang as he watched
And waited till his billy boiled,
Who'll come a Waltzing Matilda
with me?
Up came a jumbuck
To drink at the Billabong
Up sprang the swagman and grabbed
him with glee;
And he sang as he shoved
That jumbuck in his tuckerbag,
Who'll come a-waltzing Matilda
with me?
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Canadian Pacific Song Book And he sang as he shoved
That jumbuck in his tuckerbag
Who'll come a Waltzing Matilda
with me?
Up came the squatter
Mounted on his thoroughbred,
Down came the troopers—one, two, three.
Where's that jolly jumbuck
You've got in your tuckerbag—
Who'll come a-waltzing Matilda
with me ?
Waltzing Matilda, Waltzing Matilda,
Who'll come a-waltzing Matilda
with me ?
Where's that jolly jumbuck
You've got in your tuckerbag—
Who'll come a-waltzing Matilda
with me?
Up sprang the swagman,
Sprang into the billabong:
"You'll never catch me alive," said he.
And his ghost may be heard
As you pass by that billabong—
Who'll come a-waltzing Matilda
e with me?
Waltzing Matilda, Waltzing Matilda,
Who'll come a-waltzing Matilda
with me ?
And his ghost may be heard
As you pass by that billabong—
Who'll come a-waltzing Matilda
with me ?
195. WE'LL KEEP A WELCOME
We'll keep a welcome in the hillside,
We'll keep a welcome in the vale;
This land you knew will still keep
singing
When you come home again to Wales.
This land of song will keep a welcome;
And with a love that never fails
We'll kiss away each hour of "hiraeth",
When you come home again to Wales.
196. WHAT SHALL WE DO WITH A
DRUNKEN SAILOR
What shall we do with a drunken sailor
{thrice)
Early in the morning ?
Hooray and up she rises {thrice)
Early in the morning! a
Put him in the scuppers and hose him
over {thrice)
Early in the morning!
Hooray and up she rises, etc.
Set him in the cross-trees till he's sober
{thrice)
Early in the morning!
Hooray and up she rises, etc.
197.    WHEN IRISH EYES ARE
SMILIN'
When Irish eyes are smilin'
Sure it's like a morn in spring,
In the lilt of Irish laughter,
You can hear the angels sing,
When Irish heart's are happy,
All the world seems bright and gay,
And when Irish eyes are smilin',
Sure they steal your heart away.
198.   WHEN IT'S SPRINGTIME IN
THE ROCKIES
When it's Springtime in the Rockies
I am coming home to you,
Little sweetheart of the mountains
With your bonny eyes of blue.
Once again I'll say, "I love you,"
While the birds sing all the day—
When it's Springtime in the Rockies,
In the Rockies far away.
199.    WHEN JOHNNY COMES
MARCHING HOME AGAIN
When Johnny comes marching home
again,
Hurrah! Hurrah!
We'll give him a hearty welcome then,
Hurrah! Hurrah!
The men will cheer, the boys will shout,
The ladies they will all turn out;
And We'll all feel gay
When Johnny comes marching
home.
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37 The old church bells will peal with joy,
Hurrah! Hurrah!
To welcome home our darling boy,
Hurrah! Hurrah!
The village lads and lassies say
With roses they will strew the way;
And we'll all feel gay
When Johnny comes marching
home.
200.   WHEN THE SAINTS GO
MARCHING IN
We are trav'ling in the footsteps
Of those who've gone before,
But we'll all be reunited
On a new and sunlit shore.
Oh, when the saints go marching in,
When the saints go marching in;
Oh Lord, I want to be in that
number—
When the saints go marching in.
And when the sun begins to shine,
And when the sun begins to shine;
Oh Lord, I want to be in that
number—
When the sun begins to shine.
202. WHEN YOU WORE A TULIP
When you wore a tulip, a sweet yellow
tulip,
And I wore a big red rose—
When you caressed me,
'Twas then Heaven blessed me—
What a blessing, no one knows!
You made life cheerie
When you called me dearie—
'Twas down where the blue grass
grows.
Your lips were sweeter than julep,
When you wore that tulip
And I wore that big red rose.
203. WHEN YOU'RE SMILING
When you're smiling, when your smiling,
The whole world smiles with you.
When you're laughing, when your
laughing,
The sun comes shining through.
But when you're crying, you bring on
the rain—
So stop your sighing; be happy again.
Keep on smiling, 'cause when you're
smiling
The whole world smiles with you.
201.   WHEN YOU AND I WERE
YOUNG, MAGGIE
I wandered today to the hill, Maggie,
To watch the scene below,
The creek and the creaking old mill,
Maggie,
As we used to long, long ago,
The green grove is gone from the hill,
Maggie,
Where first the daisies sprung:
The creaking old mill is still, Maggie,
Since you and I were young.
They say I am feeble with age, Maggie,
My steps are less sprightly than then;
My face is a well-written page, Maggie,
But time alone was the pen.
They say we are aged and grey, Maggie,
Spray by the white breakers flung
But to me you're as fair as you were,
Maggie,
When you and I were young.
204. WHERE DID YOU GET THAT
HAT?
"Where did you get that hat?
Where did you get that tile?
Isn't it a nobby one and just the proper
style?
I should like to have one just the
same as that!"
Where'er I go they shout: "Hullo!
Where did you get that hat ?"
205. WHO WERE YOU WITH LAST
NIGHT?
Who were you with last night?
Who were you with last night ?
It wasn't your sister, it wasn't your Ma—
Ah! ah! ah! ah! Ah-ah-ah-ah!
Who were you with last night—■
Out in the pale moonlight?
Are you going to tell your Missus
when you get home—
Who you were with last night?
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Canadian Pacific Song Book 206.   WI' A HUNDRED PIPERS AN'
A' AN' A'
Wi' a hundred pipers an' a', an' a',
Wi' a hundred pipers an' a', an' a',
We'll up an' gie them a blaw, a blaw,
Wi' a hundred pipers an' a', an' a'.
O, it's over the Border, awa', awa',
It's over the Border, awa', awa'
We'll on an' we'll march to Carlisle ha',
Wi' its yetts, its castle, an' a', an' a'.
207.   WIDDECOMBE FAIR
Tom Pearse, Tom Pearse, lend me your
grey mare,
All along, down along, out along lee,
For I want for to go to Widdecombe
Fair
With Bill Brewer, Jan Stewer,
Peter Gurney, Peter Davy,
Dan'l Whiddon, Harry Hawk,
Old Uncle Tom Cobleigh and all—
Old Uncle Tom Cobleigh and all.
Then Friday came and Saturday noon,
All along, down along, out along lee,
But Tom Pearse's old mare have not
trotted home
With Bill Brewer, etc.
When the wind whistles cold on the
moor of a night,
All along, down along, out along lee,
Tom Pearse's old mare doth appear
ghastly white
With Bill Brewer, etc.
208.   WILL YE NO COME BACK
AGAIN
Bonnie Charlie's now awa',
Safely owre the friendly main;
Many a heart will break in twa'
Should he ne'er come back again.
Will ye no come back again ?
Will ye no come back again ?
Better loved ye cannot be—
Will ye no come back again?
Sweet's the laverock's note and lang,
Lilting wildly up the glen;
But aye to me he sings ae sang
"Will ye no come back again ?"
Will ye no, etc.
209.   YANKEE DOODLE
O Yankee Doodle went to town
A-riding on a pony;
He stuck a feather in his cap
And called it macaroni.
Yankee Doodle, ha-ha-ha!
Yankee Doodle Dandy—
Mind the music and the dance,
And with the girls be handy.
Yankee Doodle is a tune
That comes in mighty handy;
The enemy all runs away
At Yankee Doodle Dandy!
Yankee Doodle, etc.
210.   YE BANKS AND BRAES
Ye banks and braes of Bonnie Doon,
How can ye bloom sae fresh and fair!
How can ye chant, ye little birds,
And I sae weary fu' o' care!
Thou'lt break my heart, thou warbling
bird,
That wantons thro' the flow'ring thorn;
Thou mindst me of departed joys,
Departed never to return.
Oft have I roved by Bonnie Doon,
To see the rose and woodbine twine;
And ilka bird sang o' its love,
And fondly sae did I o'mine.
Wi' lightsome heart I pu'd a rose
Fu' sweet upon its thorny tree;
And my fause lover stole my rose—
But ah! he left the thorn wi' me.
211.   YELLOW ROSE OF TEXAS
There's a yellow rose in Texas
That I'm going to see,
No other fellow loves her,
Nobody, only me.
She cried so when I left her,
It was like to broke my heart,
And if I ever find her
We never more will part.
Canadian Pacific Song Book
39 She's the sweetest rose of colour
This fellow ever knew;
Her eyes are bright as diamonds,
They sparkle like the dew.
You may talk about your dearest
May,
And sing of Rosa Lee,
But the Yellow Rose of Texas
Beats the belles of Tennessee.
Oh, now I'm going to find her,
For my heart is full of woe,
And we'll sing the song together
That we sang so long ago.
We'll play the banjo gaily
And we'll sing the songs of yore,
And the Yellow Rose of Texas
Shall be mine forever more!
She's the sweetest rose, etc.
212.   YOU ARE MY SUNSHINE
The other night, dear,
As I lay dreaming,
I dreamt that you were by my side.
Came disillusion when I woke, dear;
You were gone. And then I cried:
You are my sunshine, my only
sunshine;
You make me happy when skies
are grey;
You'll never know, dear, how much
I love you—
Please don't take my sunshine away.
213.   YOU CALLED ME BABY DOLL
You called me Baby Doll a year ago;
You told me I was very nice to know.  ,
I soon learnt what love was—
I thought I knew;
But all I've learnt has only taught me
How to love you.
You made me think you loved me in
return—
Don't tell me you were only fooling
after all!
For if you turn away, you'll be sorry
some day
You left behind a Broken Doll!
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copyright owners—
Keith Prowse
Bradbury Wood Ltd.
Ascherberg, Hopwood & Crew
Allan & Co. (Prop.) Ltd.
Leo Feist Inc.
G. Ricordi & Co.
Francis, Day & Hunter
Southern Music Publishing Co. Ltd.
Essex Music Ltd.
Laurence Wright Music Co. Ltd.
Novello & Co. Ltd.
Bosworth & Co. Ltd.
B. Fieldman & Co. Ltd.
J. B. Crammer & Co. Ltd.
Campbell, Connelly & Co. Ltd.
Cinephonic Music Co. Ltd.
Boosey & Hawkes
Box & Cox
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Canadian Pacific Song Book  Printed in England.

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