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" COMMUNITY\nSONG\nBOOK\nCam&a*.@aci$c /DC-\nINDEX\nAfter the Ball.. \u00E2\u0096\u00A0\nAlexander's Ragtime Band\nAll the Nice Girls\nAll Thro'the Night ..\nAlouette\nAmerica, the Beautiful\nAnimals went in two by two\nAnnie Laurie\nA-roving\nAshgrove\nAt Trinity Church\nAuld Lang Syne\nBattle Cry of Freedom\nBattle Hymn of the Republic\nBeautiful Dreamer ..\nBecause I'm a Londoner\nBlow the man down\nBluebell of Scotland\nBritish Grenadier\nBy the light of the silvery\nmoon\nBy the side of the Zuyder Zee\nCalifornia, here I come\nCamptown Races\nCanadian Boat Song\nCarry me back to old Virginny\nClementine\nCoal-Black Mammie\nCock Robin .. ..\nCockles and Mussels\nColumbia, the Gem of the\nOcean\nCome, Landlord fill the\nflowing bowl\nComin' thro' the rye\nComrades .. \u00E2\u0096\u00A0 .\u00E2\u0080\u00A2?\u00E2\u0080\u00A2\u00E2\u0096\u00A0/ .'!\u00E2\u0096\u00A0:\nIV.\nDaddy wouldn't buy me a\nbow-wow *,\nDaisy Bell ., ,.\nDashing away ..,.\nDeep in the heart of Texas ..\nPage\n4\n4\n4\n4\n4\n4\n5\n'5\n5\n5\n5\n6\n6\n6\n6\n7\n7\n7\n7\n7\n7\n7\n8\n8\n8\n8\n8\n9\n9\n9\n_ :\n9\n9\n10\nPage\nDixie .. .. .. .. 10\nDown at the Old Bull and\nBush \"\",.. .. ,. 1\nDown the road away went\nPolly '.'. .. .. 1\nDrink to me oiily with thine\neyes ..\n10\n10\n10\n10\nEarly one morning ..\nEverybody's doing it\nFarmer's Boy\nFlanagan\nFlow gently, sweet Afton\nFoggy, foggy dew ..\nFor me and my gal ..\nGalway Bay\nGod bless the Prince of Wales\nGood-bye-ee\nGoodnight, Ladies ..\nGoodnight, Sweetheart\nGreen grow the rushes-oh!\nGreensleeves\nHappy Wanderer\nHas anybody here seen Kelly?\nHearts of Oak\nHello! hello! who's your lady\nfriend? ..\nHere's a health unto Her\nMajesty\nHere's to good old whisky\nHold your hand out, naughty\nboy\nHome on the range ..\nHome, sweet home\nHoneysuckle and the bee\nI belong to Glasgow\nI can't forget Auld Reekie\nI dream of Jeanie with the\nlight brown hair ..\nI love a lassie\n11\n12\n12\n12\n12\n12\n13\n13\n13\n13\n13\n14\n14\n14\n14\n14\n15\n15\n15\n15\n15\n15\n15\n16\n16\n16\nCanadian Pacific Song Book\n1 Page\nwant to sing in opera .. 16\nwouldn't leave my little\nwooden hut .. .. 16\nf I should plant .. .. 16\nIf you were the only girl .. 16\n'11 be your sweetheart .. 17\n'11 take you home again,\nKathleen .. .. .. 17\n'm a Yankee Doodle Dandy 17\n'm Henery the Eighth, I am 17\n'm twenty-one today .. 17\n've been working on the\nrailroad .. .. .. 17\n've got a luverly bunch of\ncoconuts .. .. .. 17\n've got sixpence .. .. 17\nn the evening by the moonlight .. .. .. 18\nn the shade of the old apple\nLJL C/C \u00E2\u0080\u00A2 \u00E2\u0080\u00A2 \u00E2\u0080\u00A2 \u00E2\u0080\u00A2 \u00E2\u0080\u00A2 *\n18\nIt aint gonna rain no more .. 18\nIt's a great big shame\n18\nIt's nice to get up\n. .. 18\nJim Crack Corn\n.. 18\nJingle Bells ..\n.. 19\nJohn Brown's Body ..\n19\nJohn Peel\n19\nJoshua\n19\nJuanita\n19\nJust a wee deoch an' <\nioris .. 19\nJust like the ivy\n19\nKeel Row .. .. .. 20\nKeep right on to the end of\nthe road .. .. .: \u00E2\u0096\u00A0 .20\nKeep the home fires burning 20\nKerry Dance .. .. .. 20\nLambeth Walk .. .. 20\nLand of Hope and Glory .. 20\nLand of my fathers .. .. 21\nLast rose of summer.. .. 21\nLet me call you sweetheart .. 21\nLet the great big world keep\nturning .. .. .. 21\nLet the rest of the world go by 21\nLet's all go down the Strand 21\nLife on the ocean wave .. 21\nLily of Laguna .. .. 22\nLincolnshire Poacher .. 22\nLittle Annie Rooney..\nLittle Brown Jug\nLittle Dolly Daydream\nLoch Lomond\nLove's old sweet song\nMile, from Armentieres\nMan on the Flying Trapeze\nMan who broke the bank .\nMaple Leaf Forever\nMarching through Georgia.\nMen of Harlech\nMermaid ..\nMiller of Dee\nMiners Dream of Home\nMinstrel Boy\nMy Bonnie\nMy girl's a Yorkshire girl .\nMy Grandfather's Clock\nMy old Kentucky Home\nMy old man said follow the\nvan\nNellie Dean ..\nNellie Gray\nNow is the hour\nO Canada\nO Danny Boy\nOh dear! what can the matter\nbe\nOh! dem golden slippers\nOh, I do like to be beside\nOh no, John!\nOh Susanna!\nOh where, oh where is my\nlittle dog gone?\nOh! you beautiful doll\nOld Black Joe\nOld Folks at Home ..\nOld Grey Mare\nOld King Cole\nOld MacDonald had a Farm\nOld Oaken Bucket ..\nThe Old Rustic Bridge by the\nMill .. ..\nOn Ilkley Moor\nOn Top of Old Smokey\nOne man went to mow\nOur lodger's such a nice\nyoung man\nPage\n22\n22\n22\n22\n22\n23\n23\n23\n23\n23\n23\n24\n24\n24\n24\n24\n25\n25\n25\n25\n25\n26\n26\n26\n26\n26\n26\n27\n27\n27\n27\n27\n27\n28\n28\n28\n28\n29\n29\n29\n29\n30\n30\nCanadian Pacific Song Book Pack up your troubles\nPolly Wolly Doodle ..\nRed River Valley\nRio Grande\nRoamin' in the gloamin'\nRoll out the barrel ..\nRose of Tralee\nRule, Britannia!\nSailing, Sailing\nSally in our alley\nSanta Lucia\nScots, wha hae wi' Wallace\nbled!\nShe was one of the early\nbirds\nShe'll be coming round the\nmountain\nShe's a lassie from Lancashire\nShenandoah\nShow me the way to go home\nSilver threads among the gold\nSkye Boat Song\nSo early in the morning\nSo long, it's been good to\nknow you\nSoldiers of the Queen\nSome folks do\nSpanish Cavalier\nStar-Spangled Banner\nSteal Away\nSur le pont d'Avignon\nSweet Adeline\nSweet Genevieve\nSweet Rosie O'Grady\nSwing low, sweet chariot\nTake me back to dear old\nBlighty\nPage\nPage\n30\nThere is a tavern in the town 35\n30\nThere's a long, long trail .. 35\nTill we meet again .. .. 35\n30\nTipperary .. .... 35\n30\nTramp! Tramp! Tramp! .. 35\n31\nTwo little girls in blue .. 36\n31\nTwo lovely black eyes .. 36\n31\n31\nUncle Ned .. .. .. 36\n31\nVicar of Bray .. .. 36\n31\n31\nWaltzing Matilda .. ,. 36\n32\n32\n32\n32\n32\n32\n32\n33\n33\n33\n33\n33\n33\n34\n34\n34\n34\n34\n34\n34\n35\nWe'll keep a welcome .. 37\nWhat shall we do with a\ndrunken sailor .. .. 37\nWhen Irish eyes are smilin'.. 37\nWhen it's springtime in the\nRockies .. .. .. 37\nWhen Johnny comes marching home again .. .. 37\nWhen the saints go marching\nWhen you and I were young,\nMaggie .. .. .. 38\nWhen you wore a tulip .. 38\nWhen you're smiling .. 38\nWhere did you get that hat? 38\nWho were you with last\nnight? .. \u00E2\u0080\u00A2 \u00E2\u0080\u00A2 \u00E2\u0080\u00A2 \u00E2\u0080\u00A2 38\nWi' a hundred pipers an' a'\nan a \u00E2\u0080\u00A2\u00E2\u0080\u00A2 \u00E2\u0080\u00A2\u00E2\u0080\u00A2 \u00E2\u0080\u00A2\u00E2\u0080\u00A2 oy\nWiddecombe Fair .... 39\nWill ye no come back again 39\nYankee Doodle .. .. 39\nYe banks and braes .. .. 39\nYellow Rose of Texas .. 39\nYou are my sunshine .. 40\nYou called me Baby Doll .. 40\nCanadian Pacific Song Book 1. AFTER THE BALL\nAfter the ball is over,\nafter the break of morn,\nAfter the dancers leaving,\nafter the stars are gone,\nMany a heart is aching\nif you could read them all,\nMany the hopes that have vanished,\nAfter the ball.\n2. ALEXANDER'S RAGTIME BAND\nCome on and hear, come on and hear,\nAlexander's ragtime band.\nCome on and hear, come on and hear,\nIt's the best band in the land;\nThey can play a bugle call like you've\nnever heard before,\nSo natural that you want to\ngo to war\u00E2\u0080\u0094\nThat's just the bestest band that am,\nhoney lamb!\nCome on along, come on along,\nLet me take you by the hand,\nUp to the man, up to the man,\nWho's the leader of the band;\nAnd if you care to hear the Swannee\nRiver played in ragtime,\nCome on and hear, come on and hear\nAlexander's Ragtime Band.\n4. ALL THRO' THE NIGHT\nWhile the moon her watch is keeping,\nAll through the night,\nWhile the weary world is sleeping,\nAll through the night,\nO'er my bosom gently stealing,\nVisions of delight revealing,\nBreathes a pure and holy feeling,\nAll through the night.\nLove, to thee my thoughts are turning,\nAll through the night,\nAnd for thee my heart is yearning,\nAll through the night,\nThough sad fate our lines may sever,\nParting will not last for ever\u00E2\u0080\u0094\nThere's a hope that leaves me never,\nAll through the night.\n5. ALOUETTE\nAlouette, gentille Alouette!\nAlouette, je te plumerai,\nJe te plumerai la tete,\nJe te plumerai la tete!\nAh\. la tete! Ah! la tete!\nAlouette . . . Alouette!\nAh! Alouette, gentille Alouette,\nAlouette, je te plumerai!\nJe te plumerai les yeux . . .\nJe te plumerai la bee\nJe te plumerai la cou . . .\nJe te plumerai les ailes . . ...\nJe te plumerai les pattes .-. .\nJe te plumerai le dos ...\nJe te plumerai le queue . . .\n3. ALL THE NICE GIRLS\nAll the nice girls love a sailor,\nAll the nice girls love a tar;\nFor there's something about a sailor-\nWell, you know what sailors are\u00E2\u0080\u0094\nBright and breezy, free and easy\u00E2\u0080\u0094\nHe's the ladies pride and joy\u00E2\u0080\u0094\nFall in love with Kate and Jane,\nThen he's off to sea again\u00E2\u0080\u0094\nShip ahoy! Ship ahoy!\n6. AMERICA, THE BEAUTIFUL\nO beautiful for spacious skies,\nFor amber waves of grain,\nFor purple mountain majesties\nAbove the fruited plain!\nAmerica, America! God shed\nHis Grace on thee,\nAnd crown thy good with brotherhood\nFrom sea to shining sea!\nCanadian Pacific Song Book 7. ANIMALS WENT IN -\nTWO BY TWO\nThe animals went in two by two,\nHurrah! Hurrah!\nThe elephant and the kangaroo.\nHurrah! Hurrah!\n{Repeat both lines)\nAnd they all went into the Ark\nFor to get out of the rain.\n{Repeat both lines)\nThe animals went in three by three,\nThe wasp, the ant and the busy bee.\nThe animals went in four by four,\nThe great hippopotamus stuck in the\ndoor.\nThe animals went in five by five\nBy eating each other they kept alive.\nThe animals went in six by six\nThey turned out the monkey because\nof his tricks.\nThe animals went in seven by seven\nAnd when they died they went to\nheaven.\n8. ANNIE LAURIE\nMaxwellton's braes are bonnie,\nWhere early fa's the dew,\nAnd 'twas there that Annie Laurie\nGave me her promise true,\nGave me her promise true,\nWhich ne're forgot will be;\nAnd for Bonnie Annie Laurie\nI'd lay me doon and dee.\n10. ASHGROVE\nDown yonder green valley where\nstreamlets meander\nWhen twilight is fading I pensively\nrove;\nOr at the bright noontide in solitude\nwander\nAmid the dark shades of the lonely\nashgrove;\n'Twas there while the blackbird was\ncheerfully singing\nI first met that dear one, the joy of\nmy heart!\nAround us for gladness the bluebells\nwere ringing\u00E2\u0080\u0094\nAh! then little thought I how soon we\nshould part.\nStill glows the bright sunshine o'er\nvalley and mountain,\nStill warbles the blackbird its note\nfrom the tree;\nStill trembles the moonbeam on\nstreamlet and fountain\u00E2\u0080\u0094\nBut what are the beauties of nature\ntome?\nWith sorrow, deep sorrow, my bosom\nis laden,\nAll day I go mourning in search of\nmy love!\nYe echoes! Oh, tell me, where is the\nsweet maiden?\n\"She sleeps 'neath the green turf down\nby the ashgrove.\"\n9. A-ROVING\nIn Plymouth Town there lived a maid\u00E2\u0080\u0094\nBless you, young woman!\nIn Plymouth Town there lived a maid\u00E2\u0080\u0094\nO mind what I do say!\nIn Plymouth Town there lived a maid\nAnd she was mistress of the trade\u00E2\u0080\u0094\nI'll go no more &-RO VING with you,\nfalse maid.\nA-roving, a-roving, since roving's been\nmy ruin,\nI'll go no more a-roving with you,\nfalse maid.\n11. AT TRINITY CHURCH\nShe told me her age was five and\ntwenty,\nCash in the Bank o'course she'd\nplenty\u00E2\u0080\u0094\nI like a lamb believed it all,\nI was an M-U-G!\nAt Trinity Church I met me doom.\nNow we live in a top back room\u00E2\u0080\u0094\nUp to me eyes in debt for \"renty\"\u00E2\u0080\u0094\nThat's what she's done for me!\nCanadian Pacific Song Book 12. AULD LANG SYNE\nShould auld acquaintance be forgot,\nAnd never brought to mind ?\nShould auld acquaintance be forgot,\nAnd days of auld lang syne ?\nFor auld lang syne, my dear,\nFor auld lang syne\u00E2\u0080\u0094\nWe'll take a cup of kindness yet\nFor auld lang syne.\nAnd here's a hand, my trusty frien',\nAnd gie's a hand on' thine;\nWe'll take a cup of kindness yet,\nFor auld lang syne.\nFor auld lang syne, my dear, etc.\n13. BATTLE CRY OF FREEDOM\nMary had a little lamb, its fleece was\nwhite as snow\u00E2\u0080\u0094\nShouting out the battle cry of\nfreedom!\nAnd everywhere that Mary went that\nlamb was sure to go\u00E2\u0080\u0094\nShouting out the battle cry of\nfreedom!\nHurrah for Mary, hurrah for\nthe lamb!\nHurrah for the teacher\nWho didn't care a little bit!\nAnd everywhere that Mary went\nThat lamb was sure to go\nShouting out the battle cry of\nfreedom!\nNow Mother Hubbard to the cupboard\nwent to look for peas\u00E2\u0080\u0094\nShouting out the Battle Cry of\nFreedom!\nBut all she found when she got there was\nchev/ing gum and cheese\u00E2\u0080\u0094\nShouting out the Battle Cry of\nFreedom!\nHurrah for Mary, etc.\nMiss Muffit on a tuffit lingers eating\ncurds and whey\u00E2\u0080\u0094\nShouting out the Battle Cry of\nFreedom!\nA Spider thought he'd like some too and\ntook the lot away\u00E2\u0080\u0094\nShouting out the Battle Cry of\nFreedom!\nHurrah for Mary, etc.\n14. BATTLE HYMN OF THE\nREPUBLIC\nMine eyes have seen the glory of the\ncoming of the Lord;\nHe is trampling out the vintage where\nthe grapes of wrath are stored;\nHe hath loos'd the fateful lightning of\nHis terrible swift sword;\nHis truth is marching on.\nGlory, glory, Hallelujah!\nGlory, glory, Hallelujah!\nGlory, glory, Hallelujah!\nHis truth is marching on.\nIn the beauty of the lilies Christ was\nborn across the sea,\nWith a glory in his bosom that\ntransfigures you and me;\nAs He died to make men holy, let us\ndie to make men free,\nWhile God is marching on.\nGlory, glory, etc.\n15. BEAUTIFUL DREAMER\nBeautiful dreamer, wake unto me,\nStarlight and dewdrops are waiting\nfor thee;\nSounds of the rude world heard in\nthe day,\nLulled by the moonlight, have all\npassed away!\nBeautiful dreamer, queen of my song,\nList while I woo thee with soft\nmelody;\nGone are the cares of life's busy throng-\nBeautiful dreamer, awake unto me!\nBeautiful dreamer, awake unto me!\n16. BECAUSE I'M A LONDONER\nMaybe it's because I'm a Londoner\nThat I love London so,\nMaybe it's because I'm a Londoner\nThat I think of her wherever I go.\nI get a funny feeling inside of me\nWhilst walking up and down\u00E2\u0080\u0094\nMaybe it's because I'm a Londoner\nThat I love London Town.\nCanadian Pacific Song Book 17. BLOW THE MAN DOWN\nAs I was walking down Paradise Street-\nWay! Hey! Blow the man down!\nA pretty young damsel I chanced for\nto meet\u00E2\u0080\u0094\nOh give me some time to blow the\nman down.\nSays she to me, \"Will you stand\na treat ?\"\nWay! Hey! Blow the man down!\n\"Delighted,\" says I, \"For a charmer so\nsweet\"\u00E2\u0080\u0094\nOh give me some time to blow the\nman down.\n18. BLUEBELL OF SCOTLAND\nOh where, tell me where\nIs your Highland Laddie gone?\nOh where, tell me where\nIs your Highland Laddie gone?\nHe's gone with streaming banners\nWhere noble deeds are done,\nAnd it's oh! in my heart\nHow I wish him safe at home.\nHe's gone, etc.\nOh where, tell me where\nDid your Highland Laddie dwell ?\nOh where, tell me where\nIs your Highland Laddie gone?\nHe dwelt in Bonnie Scotland,\nWhere blooms the sweet bluebell,\nAnd it's oh! in my heart\nHow I love my laddie well.\nHe dwelt, etc.\n19. BRITISH GRENADIER\nSome talk of Alexander,\nAnd some of Hercules,\nOf Hector and Lysander,\nAnd such great names as these;\nBut of all the world's brave heroes,\nThere's none that can compare\u00E2\u0080\u0094\nWith a tow-row-row-row, row-row!\u00E2\u0080\u0094\nWith the British GRENADIER!\n20. BY THE LIGHT OF THE\nSILVERY MOON\nBy the light of the silvery moon,\nI want to spoon\nTo my honey I'll croon\nLove's tune.\nHoney moon\u00E2\u0080\u0094\nKeep a shining in June.\nYour silvery beams\nWill bring love's dreams.\nWe'll be cuddling soon\nBy the silvery moon.\n21. BY THE SIDE OF THE\nZUYDER ZEE\nBy the side of the Zuyder Zee,\nZuyder Zee, Zuyder Zee,\nThere my little Deitchen girl\nWailts for me, only me!\nI've seen diamonds in Amsterdam,\nAmsterdam, Amsterdam, '\nBut there's not a diamond\nAs bright as those eyes\nBy the Zuyder Zee!\n22. CALIFORNIA, HERE I COME\nCalifornia, here I come,\nRight back where I started from;\nWhere bowers of flowers bloom in the sun;\nEach morning at dawning\nBirds sing an' everything.\nA sun-kist miss said, \"Don't be late\"\u00E2\u0080\u0094\nThat's why I can hardly wait.\nOpen up that Golden Gate!\nCalifornia, here I come!\n23. CAMPTOWN RACES\nThe Camptown ladies sing this song:\nDoo-dah! Doo-dah!\nThe Camptown race track five miles\nlong,\nOh, doo-dah day!\nI came down there with my hat caved\nin\u00E2\u0080\u0094\nDoo-dah! Doo-dah!\nI go back home with my pocket full of\ntin\u00E2\u0080\u0094\nOh, doo-dah day!\nGoin' to run all night!\nGoing' to run all day!\nI'll bet my money on the bobtail nag\u00E2\u0080\u0094\nSomebody bet on the bay.\nCanadian Pacific Song Book 24. CANADIAN BOAT SONG\nFaintly as tolls the evening chime\nOur voices keep tune and our oars\nkeep time,\nOur voices keep tune and our oars keep\ntime\nSoon as the woods on shore look dim,\nWe'll sing at St. Anne's our parting hymn.\nRow, brothers, row! the stream runs fast,\nThe rapids are near and the daylight's\npast\u00E2\u0080\u0094\nThe rapids are near and the daylight's\npast.\n25. CARRY ME BACK TO OLD\nVIRGINNY\nCarry me back to old Virginny,\nThere's where the cotton and the\ncorn and 'tatoes grow;\nThere's where the birds warble sweet\nin the springtime,\nThere's where the old folks are\nlonging to go.\nThere's where I laboured so hard\nall my lifetime,\nDay after day in the field of yellow\ncorn;\nNo place on earth do I love more\nsincerely,\nThan old Virginny, the state where\nI was born.\nCarry me back to old Virginny,\nThere let me live till I wither and\ndecay;\nLong by the old dismal swamp have I\nwandered,\nThere's where this old one's life will\npass away.\nMy friends and my folks have long\ngone before me,\nSoon we will meet on that bright and\ngolden shore;\nThere we'll be happy and free from all\nsorrow,\nThere's where we'll meet and we'll\nnever part no more.\n26. CLEMENTINE\nIn a cavern, in a canyon,\nExcavating for a mine,\nDwelt a miner, forty-niner,\nAnd his daughter Clementine.\nOh my darling, oh my darling,\nOh my darling, Clementine!\nThou art lost and gone forever,\nDreadful sorry, Clementine!\nLight she was, and like a fairy,\nAnd her shoes were number nine,\nHerring boxes without topses\nSandals were for Clementine etc.\nDrove her ducklings to the water\nEvery morning just at nine;\nHit her foot against a splinter,\nFell into the foaming brine etc.\nSaw her lips above the water,\nBlowing bubbles, mighty fine;\nBut alas! I was no swimmer,\nSo I lost my Clementine etc.\nHow I missed her, how I missed her,\nHow I missed my Clementine;\nBut I kissed her little sister,\nAnd forgot my Clementine! etc.\n27. COAL-BLACK MAMMIE\n'Cause I'm goin', yes, I'm goin',\nWith a love that's ever growin'\nTo that Coal Black Mammie of mine.\nNot a cent, not a cent,\nAn' my clothes are only lent\u00E2\u0080\u0094\nAll the same' she'll think I'm just fine.\nHow I've dreamed, how I've schemed,\nAn' at time is almost seemed\nThat the sun would never, never shine.\nThat's why I'm goin'\u00E2\u0080\u0094yes I'm goin',\nMighty soon I'll be hallo-in'\nTo that Coal-Black Mammie of mine!\n28. COCK ROBIN\nWho killed Cock Robin ?\nI, said the sparrow,\nWith my bow and arrow,\nI killed Cock Robin.\nAll the birds of the air\nFell a-sighing and a sobbin'\nWhen they heard of the death of poor\nCock Robin, {Repeat).\nWho saw him die?\nI, said the fly,\nWith my little eye\u00E2\u0080\u0094\nI saw him die.\n8\nCanadian Pacific Song Book All the birds, etc.\nWho'll toll the bell?\nI, said the bull,\nBecause I can pull\u00E2\u0080\u0094\nI'll toll the bell.\nAll the birds, etc.\nWho'll dig his grave ?\nI, said the owl,\nWith my little trowel-\nI'U dig his grave.\nAll the birds, etc.\n29. COCKLES AND MUSSELS\nIn Dublin's fair city, where girls are\nso pretty,\nI first set my eyes on sweet Molly\nMalone,\nAs she wheeled her wheel-barrow\nthrough streets broad and narrow,\nCrying, \"Cockles and Mussels,\nalive, alive O!\"\nAlive, alive O-oh! Alive, alive O-oh!\nCrying \"Cockles and Mussels, alive,\nalive O!\"\n30. COLUMBIA, THE GEM OF THE\nOCEAN\nOh! Columbia, the gem of the ocean,\nThe home of the brave and the free,\nThe shrine of each patriot's devotion,\nA world offers homage to thee.\nThy mandates make heroes assemble,\nWhen liberty's form stands in view;\nThy banners make tyranny tremble\nWhen borne by the red, white and blue,\nWhen borne by the red, white and blue,\nWhen borne by the red, white and blue.\nThy banners make tyranny tremble\nWhen borne by the red, white and\nblue.\n31. COME, LANDLORD, FILL THE\nFLOWING BOWL\nCome, landlord, fill the flowing bowl,\nUntil it doth run over,\nFor tonight we'll merry be,\nFor tonight we'll merry be,\nFor tonight we'll merry be,\nTomorrow we'll be sober, sober, sober.\nFor tonight we'll merry be,\nFor tonight we'll merry be,\nFor tonight we'll merry be,\nTomorrow we'll be sober.\nThe man that drinketh small beer,\nAnd goes to bed quite sober,\nFades as the leaves do fade,\nFades as the leaves do fade,\nFades as the leaves do fade,\nThat drop off in October.\nFor tonight we'll merry be, etc.\n32. COMIN THRO' THE RYE\nGin a body meet a body\nComin' thro' the rye;\nGin a body kiss a body,\nNeed a body cry?\nIlka lassie has her laddie,\nNane, they say, ha'e I;\nYet a' the lads they smile at me,\nWhen comin' thro' the rye.\nGin a body meets a body\nComin' frae the toon,\nGin a body greet a body,\nNeed a body froon?\nIlka lassie, etc.\n'Mang the train there is a swain,\nI dearly lo'e mysel',\nBut what's his name, and whar's his\nhame\nI dinna care to tell.\nIlka lassie, etc.\n33. COMRADES\nComrades, comrades, ever since we\nwere boys,\nSharing each others sorrows, sharing\neach other's joys;\nComrades when manhood was dawning,\nFaithful what e'er may betide\u00E2\u0080\u0094\nWhen danger threatened my darling\nold comrade was there,\nBy my side.\nCanadian Pacific Song Book 34. DADDY WOULDN'T BUY ME A\nBOW-WOW\nDaddy wouldn't buy me a bow-wow,\nbow-wow. {Repeat)\nI've got a little cat,\nAnd I'm very fond of that,\nBut I'd rather have a bow-wow-wow!\n35. DAISY BELL\nDaisy, Daisy, give me your answer do!\nI'm half crazy\nAll for the love of you!\nIt won't be a stylish marriage,\nI can't afford a carriage,\nBut you'll look sweet,\nOn the seat\nOf a bicycle built for two!\n38. DIXIE\nI wish I was in the land of cotton,\nOld times there are not forgotten.\nLook away! Look away! Look away!\nDixie land!\nIn Dixie Land where I was born in\nEarly on one frosty mornin'\u00E2\u0080\u0094\nLook away! Lood away! Look away!\nDixie Land!\nThen I wish I was in Dixie,\nHooray! Hooray!\nIn Dixie Land I'll take my stand\nTo live and die in Dixie.\nAway, away, away down south in\nDixie!\nAway, away, away down south in\nDixie!\n36. DASHING AWAY\nTwas on a Monday morning\nWhen I beheld my darling,\nShe looked so sweet and charming\nIn ev'ry high degree;\nShe looked so neat and nimble-O\nA-washing of her linen-O,\nDashing away with the smoothing iron,\nDashing away with the smoothing iron,\nShe stole my heart away!\nTwas on a Tuesday morning, etc.\nA-hanging of her linen-O, etc.\nA-starching of her linen-O, etc.\nAn-ironing of her linen-O, etc.\nA-folding of her linen-O, etc.\nAn-airing of her linen-O, etc.\nA-wearing of her linen-O, etc.\n37. DEEP IN THE HEART OF\nTEXAS\nThe stars at night are big and bright\nDeep in the heart of Texas\u00E2\u0080\u0094\nReminds me of the one I love\nDeep in the heart of Texas.\nThe sage in bloom is like perfume\nDeep in the heart of Texas\u00E2\u0080\u0094\nThe prairie skies are wide and high\nDeep in the heart of Texas.\n39. DOWN AT THE OLD\nBULL AND BUSH\nCome, come, come and make eyes at me,\nDown at the Old Bull and Bush.\nCome, come, drink some port wine\nwith me\nDown at the Old Bull and Bush\u00E2\u0080\u0094\nHear the little German Band\u00E2\u0080\u0094\nJust let me hold your hand, dear!\nDo, do come and have a drink or two\nDown at the Old Bull and Bush.\nBush-Bush!\n40. DOWN THE ROAD AWAY\nWENT POLLY\nDown the road\nAway went Polly,\nWith a step so jolly\nThat I knew she'd win.\nDown the road,\nThe pace was killing,\nBut the mare was willing\u00E2\u0080\u0094\nFor a lightning spin.\nAll the rest was licked and might\nAs well have ne'er been born\u00E2\u0080\u0094\nWoah, mare! Woah, mare!\nYou've earnt your little bit of corn!\n10\nCanadian Pacific Song Book 41. DRINK TO ME ONLY WITH\nTHINE EYES\nDrink to me only with thine eyes,\nAnd I will pledge with mine;\nOr leave a kiss within the cup,\nAnd I'll not ask for wine.\nThe thirst that from the soul doth rise\nDoth ask a drink divine;\nBut might I of Jove's nectar sup,\nI would not change for thine.\nI sent thee late a rosy wreath,\nNot so much hon'ring thee\nAs giving it a hope that there\nIt could not wither'd be;\nBut thou thereon didst only breath,\nAnd sent'st it back to me\nSince when it grows, and smells, I swear,\nNot of itself but thee!\n42. EARLY ONE MORNING\nEarly one morning, just as the sum was\nrising,\nI heard a maid sing in the valley\nbelbw:\n\"Oh, don't deceive me!\nOh, never leave me!\nHow could you use a poor maiden so ?\"\nRemember the vows that you made to\nyour Mary;\nRemember the bow'r where you vowed\nto be true;\nOh, don't deceive me! etc.\nThus sang the poor maiden, her sorrow\nbewailing,\nThus sang the poor maid in the\nvalley below:\nOh, don't deceive me! etc.\nEverybody's doin' it, doin' it,\nEverybody's doing' it, doin' it!\nAin't that music touching your heart ?\nHear that trombone bustin' apart ?\nCome, come, come, come, let us start,\nEverybody's doing it now!\n44. FARMER'S BOY\nThe sun had set beyond the hill,\nAcross the dreary moor,\nWhen weary and lame a boy there came\nUp to a farmer's door.\n\"Can you tell me wherever there be\nOne that will me employ\nTo plough and sow, to reap and mow,\nAnd be a farmer's boy\u00E2\u0080\u0094\nAnd be a farmer's boy?\"\nThe farmer's boy grew up a man,\nAnd the good old couple died\nThey left the lad the farm they had,\nAnd their daughter for his bride.\nNow the lad that was, and the farm\nnow has,\nOften thinks and smiles with joy,\nAnd blesses the day he came that way\nTo be a farmer's boy\u00E2\u0080\u0094\nTo be a farmer's boy.\n45. FLANAGAN\nFlanagan, Flanagan,\nTake me to the Isle of Man again.\nTake me where the folks all cry\nK-E-double L-Y!\nFlanagan, Flanagan,\nIf you love your Mary Ann,\nO-o-o-oh, Flanagan,\nTake me to the Isle of Man!\n43. EVERYBODY'S DOING IT\nEverybody's doin' it, doin' it, doin' it,\nEverybody's doin' it, doin' it, doin' it!\nSee that ragtime couple over there,\nWatch them throw their shoulders in\nthe air,\nSnap their fingers\u00E2\u0080\u0094Honey, I declare,\nIt's a bear, it's a bear, it's a bear.\nThere!\n46. FLOW GENTLY, SWEET AFTON\nFlow gently, sweet Afton, among thy\ngreen braes\nFlow gently, I'll sing thee a song in\nthy praise\nMy Mary's asleep by thy murmuring\nstream;\nFlow gently, sweet Afton, disturb not\nher dream.\nCanadian Pacific Song Book\n11 Thou stock-dove whose echoe resounds\nthrough the glen,\nYe wild whistling blackbirds in yon\nthorny den,\nThou green-crested lapwing, thy\nscreaming forbear,\nI charge you disturb not my\nslumbering fair.\nAnd for weeks they've been sewing,\nEv'ry Susie and Sal.\nThey're congregating, for me and my gal\nThe parson's waiting, for me and my\ngal.\nAnd sometime I'm goin' build a little\nhome for two\u00E2\u0080\u0094\nFor three or four or more\u00E2\u0080\u0094\nnl loveland, for me and my gal.\n47. FOGGY, FOGGY DEW\nWhen I was young I lived all alone,\nI worked at the weaver's trade,\nAnd the only, only thing that I ever\ndid wrong\nWas to v/oo a fair young maid.\nI wooed her in the summertime,\nAnd part of the winter too,\nAnd the only, only thing that I\never did wrong\nWas to shield her from the foggy,\nfoggy dew.\nOne night she knelt beside my bed\nAs I lay fast asleep;\nShe threw her arms about my neck,\nAnd then commenced to weep.\nShe wept, she cried, she tore her hair\u00E2\u0080\u0094\nAlas! What could I do?\nSo all that night I held her in my arms\nJust to shield her from the foggy,\nfoggy dew.\nAgain I am a bachelor I live with\nmy son;\nWe work at the weaver's trade;\nAnd every time that I look into his eyes\nHe reminds me of the fair young maid.\nHe reminds me of the summertime,\nAnd of the winter too,\nAnd of the many, many times that I\nheld her in my arms\nJust to shield her from the foggy,\nfoggy dew.\n48. FOR ME AND MY GAL\nThe bells are ringing for me and my gal;\nThe bells are singing for me and my gal.\nEverybody's been knowing\nTo a wedding they're going,\n49. GALWAY BAY\nIf you ever go across the sea to Ireland,\nThen maybe at the closing of the day\nYou will sit and watch the moon rise\nover Gladdaugh,\nAnd see the sun go down on\nGalway Bay.\nJust to hear again the ripple of the\ntrout stream,\nThe women in the meadows making\nhay,\nAnd to sit beside the turf fire in the\ncabin\nAnd watch the bare-foot gossoons at\ntheir play!\nFor the breezes blowing o'er the seas\nfrom Ireland\nAre perfumed by the heather as\nthey blow,\nAnd the women in the uplands digging\npraties\nSpeak a language that the strangers\ndo not know.\nFor the strangers came and tried to\nteach us their way;\nThey scorned us for being what\nwe are;\nBut they might as well go chasing\nafter moonbeams,\nOr light a penny candle from a star.\nAnd if there's going to be a life\nhereafter\u00E2\u0080\u0094\nAnd somehow I am sure there's going\nto be\u00E2\u0080\u0094\nI will ask me God to let me make my\nHeaven\nIn that dear land across the\nIrish Sea.\n12\nCanadian Pacific Song Book 50. GOD BLESS THE\nPRINCE OF WALES\nAmong our ancient mountains,\nAnd from our lovely vales,\nOh! let the prayer re-echo:\n\"God bless the Prince of Wales!\"\nWith heart and voice awaken\nThose minstrel strains of yore,\nTill Britain's name and glory\nResound from shore to shore.\nAmong our ancient mountains, etc.\nI'll say, Goodnight, Sweetheart,\nDreams will banish sorrow!\nGoodnight, Sweetheart,\nTill we meet tomorrow!\nDreams enfold you\u00E2\u0080\u0094\nIn my arms I'll hold you\u00E2\u0080\u0094\nGoodnight, sweetheart, goodnight!\n51. GOOD-BYE-EE!\nGood-bye-ee, good-bye-ee!\nWipe the tear, baby dear, from your\neye-ee.\nThough it's hard to part, I know,\nI'll be tickled to death to go.\nDon't cry-ee! Don't sigh-ee!\nThere's a silver lining in the sky-ee.\nBon soir, old thing! Cheerio! Chin-chin!\nNah-poo! Toodle-oo! Good-bye-ee!\n52. GOODNIGHT, LADIES\nGoodnight, ladies! Goodnight, ladies!\nGoodnight, ladies!\nWe're going to leave you now.\nMerrily we roll along\nroll along, roll along!\nMerrily we roll along\nO'er the deep blue sea!\nFarewell, ladies, etc.\nSweet dreams, ladies, etc\n53. GOODNIGHT, SWEETHEART\nGoodnight, Sweetheart,\nAll my dreams are for you!\nGoodnight, Sweetheart,\nI'll be watching o'er you!\nTears are starting,\nMy night is forlorn\u00E2\u0080\u0094\nBut with the dawn\nA new day is born\u00E2\u0080\u0094so!\n54. GREEN GROW THE\nRUSHES-OH!\nFll sing you one-ohl\nGreen grow the rushes-oh!\nWhat is your one-oh!\nOne is one and all alone and ever\nmore shall be-oh!\nFll sing you two-oh!\nGreen grow the rushes-oh!\nWhat is your two-oh!\nTwo, two, the lily-white boys\nclothed all in green-oh!\nOne is one and all alone, etc.\nFll sing you three-oh!\nGreen grow the rushes-oh!\nWhat is your three-oh!\nThree, three, the rivals!\nTwo, two, the lily-white boys, etc.\nOne is one and all alone, etc.\nFll sing you four-oh! etc.\nFour for the Gospel-Makers, etc., etc.\nFll sing you five-oh! etc.\nFive for the symbols at your door, etc.\nFll sing you six-oh! etc.\nSix for the six proud walkers, etc.\nFll sing you seven-oh! etc.\nSeven for the seven stars in the sky, etc*\nFll sing you eight-oh! etc.\nEight for the April-rainers, etc.\nFll sing you nine-oh! etc.\nNine for the nine bright shiners, etc.\nFll sing you ten-oh! etc.\nTen for the Ten Commandments, etc.\nFll sing you eleven-oh! etc.\nEleven for the eleven went up to\nHeaven, etc.\nFll sing you twelve-oh! etc.\nTwelve for the twelve Apostles, etc.\nCanadian Pacific Song Book\n13 55. GREENSLEAVES\n58. HEARTS OF OAK\nOh lady mine, what spell is thine,\nWhose glamour doth so hold me fast,\nThat year by year, come shade or shine,\nThou charmest as in days past.\nGreensleeves was all my joy\u00E2\u0080\u0094\nGreensleeves was my delight;\nGreensleeves was my heart of gold,\nAnd who but my\nLady Greensleeves ?\n56. HAPPY WANDERER\nI love to go a-wandering\nAlong the mountain track,\nAnd as I go I love to sing,\nMy knapsack on my back:\nVal-de-ri! Val-de-ra! Val-de-ra!\nVal-de-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha!\nVal-de-ri! Val-de-ra!\nMy knapsack on my back!\nI wave my hat to all I meet,\nAnd they wave back to me,\nAnd blackbirds call so loud and sweet\nFrom every greenwood tree:\nVal-de-ri! Val-de-ra! etc.\nFrom every greenwood tree.\nOh, may I go a-wandering\nUntil the day I die!\nOh, may I always laugh and sing\nBeneath God's clear blue sky!\nVal-de-ri! Val-de-ra! etc.\nBeneath God's clear blue sky!\nCome, cheer up, my lads, 'tis to glory we\nsteer\nTo add something new to this\nwonderful year;\nTo honour we call you, not press you\nlike slaves,\nFor who are so free as the sons of\nthe waves?\nHearts of oak are our ships,\nJolly tars are our men!\nWe always are ready\u00E2\u0080\u0094\nSteady, boys steady!\nWe'll fight and we'll conquer again\nand again!\n59. HELLO! HELLO! WHO'S YOUR\nLADY FRIEND ?\nHello! Hello! Who's your lady friend ?\nWho's the little girlie by your side ?\nI've seen you\u00E2\u0080\u0094with a girl or two\u00E2\u0080\u0094\nOh! Oh! Oh! I am surprised at you!\nHello! Hello! Stop your little game!\nDon't you think your ways you\nought to mend ?\nIt isn't the girl I saw you with at\nBrighton\u00E2\u0080\u0094\nWho, who, who's your lady friend ?\n57. HAS ANYBODY HERE SEEN\nKELLY?\nHas anybody here seen Kelly ?\nK - E - double L - Y.\nHas anybody here seen Kelly?\nFind him if you can!\nHe's as bad as Antonio\u00E2\u0080\u0094\nLeft me on my own-i-o!\nHas anybody here seen Kelly\u00E2\u0080\u0094\nKelly from the Isle of Man?\n60. HERE'S A HEALTH UNTO HER\nMAJESTY\nHere's a health unto Her Majesty,\nWith a fa-la-la-/a-/tf-la-la!\nConfusion to her enemies,\nWith a fa-la-la-/a-/a-la-la!\nAnd he that will not pledge her health,\nWe wish him neither wit nor wealth,\nNor yet a rope to hang himself,\nWith a fa-la-la, la-la-la-la-la-la-la!\nWith a fa-la-la, la-la, la-la!\n14\nCanadian Pacific Song Book 61. HERE'S TO GOOD\nOLD WHISKY\nHere's to good old whisky,\nMop it down, mop it down!\nHere's to good old whisky,\nMop it down, mop it down!\nHere's to good old whisky,\nThe stuff that makes you frisky!\nHere's to good old whisky,\nMop it down!\nRolling home\u00E2\u0080\u0094rolling home\u00E2\u0080\u0094\nRolling home\u00E2\u0080\u0094rolling home\u00E2\u0080\u0094\nBy the light of the silvery moon\u00E2\u0080\u0094\nHa-ha-ha-ha-ha!\nAnd a he-he-he-he-he!\nSo here's to good old whisky,\nMop it down!\nHere's to good old sherry ...\nThat makes you feel so merry ...\nHere's to good old Beer . . .\nThat never makes you queer . . .\nHere's to good old stout. . .\nThat makes you care for nowt. ..\nHere's to good old porter ...\nThat slips down as it oughter . . .\n62. HOLD YOUR HAND OUT,\nNAUGHTY BOY\nHold your hand out, naughty boy!\nHold your hand out, naughty boy!\nLast night\u00E2\u0080\u0094in the pale moonlight\u00E2\u0080\u0094\nI sawyer! I saw yer!\nWith a nice girl in the Park.\nYou were strolling full of joy\u00E2\u0080\u0094\nAnd you told her you'd never kissed\na girl before\u00E2\u0080\u0094\nHold your hand out, naughty boy!\n63. HOME ON THE RANGE\nOh give me a home where the buffalo roam,\nWhere the dear and the antelope play,\nWhere seldom is heard a discouraging word\nAnd the skies are ne'er cloudy all day.\nHome, Home on the range,\nWhere the deer and the antelope play,\nWhere seldom is heard, etc.\nHow often at night when the\nheavens are bright\nWith the light of the glittering stars\nHave I stood there amazed and asked\nas I gazed\nIf their glory exceeds that of ours.\nHome, Home on the range, etc.\n64. HOME, SWEET HOME\n'Mid pleasure and palaces though we\nmay roam,\nBe it ever so humble, there's no place\nlike home.\nA charm from the sky seems to hallow\nus there,\nWhich, seek through the world, is not\nmet with elsewhere,\nHome, home, sweet, sweet home!\nThere's no place like home\u00E2\u0080\u0094\nThere's no place like home.\n65. HONEYSUCKLE AND THE BEE\nYou are my honey, honeysuckle, I am\nthe bee\u00E2\u0080\u0094\nI'd like to sip the honey sweet\nfrom those red lips, you see.\nI love you dearly, dearly, and I want\nyou to love me,\nYou are my honeysuckle,\nI am the bee.\n66. I BELONG TO GLASGOW\nI belong to Glasgow,\nDear old Glasgow town\u00E2\u0080\u0094\nWhat is the matter with Glasgow,\nFor it's going round and round?\nI'm only a common old working chap,\nAs anyone here can see\u00E2\u0080\u0094\nBut when I've had a couple o' drinks\nOn a Saturday,\nGlasgow belongs to me!\n67. I CAN'T FORGET AULD\nREEKIE\nI can't forget Auld Reekie,\nDear auld Edinboro Toon!\nI leave my heart behind me\nWith bonnie Jessie Doon.\nAnd I'll wear the Scottish heather\nWhen I'm on a foreign shore\nTo remind me of Auld Reekie\nAnd the lassie I adore.\nCanadian Pacific Song Book\n15 68. I DREAM OF JEANIE WITH\nTHE LIGHT BROWN HAIR\nI dream of Jeanie with the light brown\nhair\nBorne, like a vapour, on the summer air;\nI see her tripping where the bright\nstreams play,\nHappy as the daisies that dance in\nher way:\nMany were the wild notes her merry\nvoice would pour,\nMany were the blithe birds that\nwarbled them o'er.\nI dream of Jeanie with the light brown\nhair\nFloating, like a vapour, on the soft\nsummer air.\n69. I LOVE A LASSIE\nI love a lassie,\nA bonnie, bonnie lassie\u00E2\u0080\u0094\nShe's as pure as the lily in the dell,\nShe's as sweet as the heather,\nThe bonnie, bonnie heather,\nMary, ma Scotch Bluebell!\n70. I WANT TO SING IN OPERA\nI want to sing in opera,\nI've got that kind of voice,\nI'd always sing in opera\nIf I could have my choice.\nSignor Caruso\nTold me I ought to do so,\nThat's why I want to sing in op'ra\u00E2\u0080\u0094\nSing in op-pop-pop-pop-e-ra!\nHoorah!\n71. I WOULDN'T LEAVE MY\nLITTLE WOODEN HUT\nI wouldn't leave my little wooden hut\nfor you!\nI've got one lover and I don't want two!\nWhat might happen there is no\nknowing,\nIf he comes round, so you'd better\nget going,\n'Cos I wouldn't leave my little wooden\nhut for you!\n72. IF I SHOULD PLANT\nIf I should plant a tiny seed of love\nIn the garden of your heart,\nWould it grow to a great big love some\nday?\nOr would it die and fade away?\nWould you care for it and tend it\nevery day\nTill the time when all must part,\nIf I should plant a tiny seed of love\nIn the garden of your heart ?\n73. IF YOU WERE THE ONLY GIRL\nIf you were the only girl in the world,\nAnd I was the only boy,\nNothing else would matter in the\nworld today,\nWe could go on loving in the same old\nway\u00E2\u0080\u0094\nA garden of Eden just made for two\nWith nothing to mar our joy\nI would say such wonderful things\nto you\nThere would be such wonderful things\nto do\u00E2\u0080\u0094\nIf you were the only girl, etc.\n14. I'LL BE YOUR SWEETHEART\nI'll be your sweetheart if you will be mine;\nAll my life I'll be your Valentine.\nBluebells I've gathered, keep them and\nbe true\u00E2\u0080\u0094\nWhen I'm a man my plan will be\nto marry you.\n75. I'LL TAKE YOU HOME AGAIN\nKATHLEEN\nI'll take you home again, Kathleen,\nAcross the ocean wild and wide,\nTo where your heart has ever been,\nSince first you were my bonnie bride.\nThe roses all have left your cheek\u00E2\u0080\u0094\nI've watched them fade away and die;\nYour voice is sad whene'er you speak,\nAnd tears bedim you loving eyes.\nOh! I will take you back, Kathleen,\nTo where your heart will feel no pain;\nAnd when the fields are fresh and green,\nI'll take you to your home again!\n16\nCanadian Pacific Song Book 76. I'M A YANKEE DOODLE\nDANDY\nI'm a Yanky Doodle Dandy,\nYankee Doodle Do-or-Die!\nA real life nephew of my Uncle Sam,\nBorn on the fourth of July.\nI've a Yankee Doodle sweetheart,\nShe's my Yanky Doodle girl.\n'Yankee Doodle went to town\nRiding on a pony'\u00E2\u0080\u0094\nI am that Yanky Doodle boy!\n77. I'M HENERY THE EIGHTH,\nAM\nI'm Henery the Eighth, I am!\nHenery the Eighth, I am, I am!\nI got married to the widow next door\u00E2\u0080\u0094\nShe's been married seven times before;\nEv'ry one was a Henery,\nShe wouldn't have a Willie or a Sam;\nI'm her eighth old man named Henery\u00E2\u0080\u0094\nHenery the Eighth, I am!\n78. I'M TWENTY-ONE TODAY\nI'm twenty-one today! Twenty-one\ntoday!\nI've got the key of the door,\nNever been twenty-one before,\nAnd Pa says I can do as I like,\nSo shout Hip-hip-hooray!\nHe's a jolly good fellow!\nTwenty-one today!\n79. I'VE BEEN WORKING ON THE\nRAILROAD\nI've been working on the railroad\nAll the livelong day,\nI've been working on the railroad\nTo pass the time away.\nDon't you hear the whistle blowin'\n'Rise up early in the morn?'\nDon't you hear the captain shoutin'\n'Dinah, blow your horn?'\nDinah, won't you blow, Dinah, won't\nyou blow,\nDinah, won't you blow your horn ?\nDinah, won't you blow, Dinah, won't\nyou blow,\nDinah, won't you blow your horn?\n80. I'VE GOT A LUVERLY BUNCH\nOF COCONUTS\nI've got a luverly bunch of coconuts.\nThere they are, a-standing in a row:\nBig ones, small ones, some as big as\nyer 'ead\u00E2\u0080\u0094\nGive 'em a twist, a flick of the wrist,\nThat's what the showman said.\nI've got a luverly bunch of coconuts;\nEvery ball I throw will make me rich\u00E2\u0080\u0094\nHere comes me wife,\nThe idol of my life,\nSinging, roll-a-bowl-a-ball-a-penny-\na-pitch!\nSinging roll-a-bowl-a-ball-a-penny-\na-pitch!\nRoll-a-bowl-a-ball!\nRoll-a-bowl-a-ball!\nRoll-a-bowl-a-ball-a-penny-a-pitch!\n81. I'VE GOT SIXPENCE\nI've got sixpence, jolly, jolly sixpence,\nI've got sixpence to last me all my life.\nI've got tuppence to spend and tuppence\nto lend\nAnd tuppence to send home to my\nwife, poor wife.\nNo cares have I to grieve me,\nNo pretty little girls to deceive me.\nI'm happy as a king, believe me,\nAs we go rolling, rolling home.\nRolling home, rolling home!\nRolling home, rolling home!\nBy the light of the silvery moon.\nHappy is the day when a soldier\ngets his pay\nAs we go rolling, rolling home.\nCanadian Pacific Song Book\n17 82. IN THE EVENING BY THE\nMOONLIGHT\nIn the evening by the moonlight\nYou could hear those darkies singing;\nIn the evening by the moonlight\nYou could hear those banjos ringing.\nHow the old folks would enjoy it!\nThey would sit all night and listen,\nAs we sang in the evening by the\nmoonlight.\n{N.B.) Fast \"ra-de-doo-dahV after\nevening, moonlight, singing and\nringing.\n83. IN THE SHADE OF THE OLD\nAPPLE TREE\nIn the shade of the old apple tree,\nWhere the love in your eyes I could\nsee,\nWhen the voice that I heard,\nLike the song of the bird,\nSeemed to whisper sweet music to me.\nI could hear the dull buzz of the bee\nIn the blossom as you said to me:\n\"With a heart that is true\nI'll ve waiting for you\nIn the shade of the old apple tree.\"\n84. IT AINT GONNA RAIN NO\nMORE\nIt aint gonna rain no mo', no mo',\nIt aint gonna rain no mo'\u00E2\u0080\u0094\nBut how in the hell can the old folks tell\nIt aint gonna rain no mo' ?\n86. IT'S NICE TO GET UP\nOh! It's nice to get up in the mornin'\nWhen the sun begins to shine,\nAt 4 or 5 or 6 o'clock in the good old\nsummer time;\nWhen the snow is snowin'\nAnd it's murky overhead\u00E2\u0080\u0094\nOh! it's nice to get up in the mornin'\nBut it's nicer to stay in bed!\n87. JIM CRACK CORN\n(or THE BLUE-TAIL FLY)\nWhen I was young I used to wait\nOn master and hand him his plate,\nPass down the bottle when he got dry\nAnd brush away the blue-tail fly.\nJim crack corn and I don't care,\nJim crack corn and I don't care,\nJim crack corn and I don't care!\nOl' master's gone away.\nAnd when he rode in the afternoon\nI followed with the hickory broom,\nThe pony being very shy\nWhen bitten by the blue-tail fly.\nJim crack corn, etc.\nThe pony ran, he jump and pitch\nAnd tumble master in the ditch;\nHe died and the jury wondered why\u00E2\u0080\u0094\nThe verdict was: 'The blue-tail fly.'\nJin crack corn, etc.\nOld master's gone, now let him rest\u00E2\u0080\u0094\nThey say all things are for the best;\nI'll never forget till the day I die,\nOld master and that blue-tail fly.\nJim crack corn, etc.\n85. IT'S A GREAT BIG SHAME\nIt's a great big shame, an' if she\nbelonged to me\nI'd let 'er know who's who\u00E2\u0080\u0094\nNaggin' at a feller what is six foot free\nAnd 'er only four foot two!\nOh! They 'adn't bin married not a\nmonth nor more,\nWhen underneath her fumb goes\nJim\u00E2\u0080\u0094\nIsn't it a pity as the likes of 'er\nShould put upon the likes ov 'in?\n88. JINGLE BELLS\nDashing thru the snow in a one-horse\nopen sleigh\nO'er the fields we go, laughing all\nthe way;\nBells on bobtail ring, making spirits\nbright;\nWhat fun it is to ride, and sing a\nsleighing song tonight!\nJingle bells! Jingle bells! Jingle all the\nway!\nOh, what fun it is to ride in a\none-horse open sleigh!\n18\nCanadian Pacific Song Book 89. JOHN BROWN'S BODY\nJohn Brown's Body lies a mouldering\nin the grave, (3 times I)\nBut his soul goes marching on.\nGlory, glory, Hallelujah! (3 times\)\nHis soul goes marching on.\nThe stars of heaven are looking kindly\ndown, (3 times \)\nOn the grave of old John Brown.\nGlory, glory, Hallelujah! etc.\n90. JOHN PEEL\nD'ye ken John Peel, with his coat\nso gay ?\nD'ye ken John Peel at the break of\nday?\nD'ye ken John Peel when he's far, far\naway,\nWith his hounds and his horn in the\nmorning?\nFor the sound of his horn brought me\nfrom my bed,\nAnd the cry of his hounds, which he\noft-times led\u00E2\u0080\u0094\nPeel's \"view halloo\" would awaken the\ndead\nOr the fox from his lair in the\nmorning.\n91. JOSHUA\nJoshua, Joshua!\nWhy don't you call and see mamma?\nShe'll be pleased to know\nYou are my best beau.\nJoshua, Joshua!\nNicer than lemon squash you are\u00E2\u0080\u0094\nYes, by gosh you are,\nJosh-u-os-u-ah!\n92. JUANITA\nSoft o'er the fountain\nLing'ring falls the southern moon;\nFar o'er the mountain\nBreaks the day too soon!\nIn thy dark eyes' splendour\nWhere the warm light loves to dwell\nWeary looks, yet tender,\nSpeak then fond farewell!\nNita! Juanita!\nAsk thy soul if we should part!\nNita! Juanita!\nLean thou on my heart.\n93. JUST A WEE DEOCH AN'\nDORIS\nJust a wee deoch-an'-doris,\nJust a wee yin, that's a',\nJust a wee deoch-an'-doris\nBefore we gang awa'.\nThere's a wee wifie waitin'\nIn a wee but-an'-ben;\nIf you can say, 'It's a brawbricht\nmoonlicht nicht',\nYe're a'richt, ye ken!\n94. JUST LIKE THE IVY\nJust like the ivy on the old garden wall,\nClinging so tightly whate'er may\nbefall;\nAs you grow older I'll be constant and\ntrue,\nAnd just like the ivy, I'll cling to you.\n95. KEEL ROW\nAs I came down the Sandgate, the\nSandgate, the Sandgate,\nAs I came down the Sandgate\nI heard a lassie sing:\n\"O merry may the keel row, the\nkeel row, the keel row,\nO merry may the keel row,\nThe ship my laddie's in.\"\nHe's coming soon to meet me, to meet\nme, to meet me,\nHe's coming soon to meet me\nFrom yon ship in the Tyne.\nO merry may the keel row, etc.\nCanadian Pacific Song Book\n19 96. KEEP RIGHT ON TO THE END\nOF THE ROAD\nKeep right on to the end of the road,\nKeep right on to the end.\nTho' the way be long let your heart\nbe strong,\nKeep right on round the bend.\nTho' you're tired and weary,\nStill journey on till you come to your\nhappy abode,\nWhere all you love you've been\ndreaming of\nWill be there at the end of the road.\n97. KEEP THE HOME FIRES\nBURNING\nKeep the home fires burning,\nWhile your hearts are yearning;\nTho' your lads are far away,\nThey dream of home.\nThere's a silver lining\nThrough the dark clouds shining-\nTurn the dark clouds inside out\nTill the boys come home.\n98. KERRY DANCE\nO! the days of the Kerry dancing!\nO! the ring of the piper's tune!\nO! for one of those hours of gladness\nGone, alas! like our youth, too soon!\nWhen the boys began to gather\nIn the glen of a summer night,\nAnd the Kerry piper's tuning\nMade us long with wild delight\u00E2\u0080\u0094\nO! to think of it! O! to dream of it,\nFills my heart with tears!\nO! the days of the Kerry dancing!\nO! the ring of the piper's tune!\nO! for one of those hours of\ngladness\nGone, alas! like our youth, too soon.\n99. LAMBETH WALK\nAny time you're Lambeth way,\nAny evening, any day,\nYou'll find us all\nDoin' the Lambeth Walk.\nEv'ry little Lambeth gal\nWith her little Lambeth pal,\nYou'll find them all\nDoin' the Lambeth Walk.\nEv'rything free and easy,\nDo as you darn well pleasey\u00E2\u0080\u0094\nWhy don't you make your way there,\nGo there, stay there ?\nOnce you get down Lambeth way,\nEv'ry evening, ev'ry day,\nYou'll find yourself\nDoin' the Lambeth Walk.\n100. LAND OF HOPE AND GLORY\nDear Land of Hope, thy hope is\ncrowned\u00E2\u0080\u0094\nGod make thee mightier yet!\nOn Sovereign brows beloved,\nrenowned,\nOnce more thy crown is set.\nThy equal laws by freedom gained\nHave ruled thee well and long;\nBy freedom gained, by truth\nmaintained,\nThine Empire shall be strong.\nLand of Hope and Glory, Mother of\nthe Free,\nHow shall we extol thee, who are\nborn of thee?\nWider still and wider shall thy bounds\nbe set\u00E2\u0080\u0094\nGod who made thee mighty make thee\nmightier yet.\n{Repeat last line)\n101. LAND OF MY FATHERS\nOh! land of my fathers, the land of\nthe free,\nThe home of the Telyn so soothing\nto me,\nThy noble defenders were gallant and\nbrave,\nFor freedom their heart's life they\ngave.\nWales, Wales, home sweet home is\nWales!\nTill death be passed my love\nshall last\u00E2\u0080\u0094\nMy longing, my yearning for Wales,\n20\nCanadian Pacific Song Book 102. LAST ROSE OF SUMMER\n'Tis the last rose of summer\nLeft blooming alone;\nAll her lovely companions\nAre faded and gone;\nNo flower of her kindred,\nNo rose-bud is nigh,\nTo reflect back her blushes,\nOr give sigh for sigh.\n103. LET ME CALL YOU\nSWEETHEART\nLet me call you sweetheart\u00E2\u0080\u0094\nI'm in love with you;\nLet me hear you whisper that you\nlove me too;\nKeep the lovelight glowing in your\neyes so true\u00E2\u0080\u0094\nLet me call you sweetheart\u00E2\u0080\u0094\nI'm in love with you!\n104. LET THE GREAT BIG WORLD\nKEEP TURNING\nLet the great big world keep turning,\nNever mind if I've got you;\nFor I only know that I want you so\nAnd there's no one else will do.\nYou have simply set me yearning,\nAnd forever I'll be true\u00E2\u0080\u0094\nLet the great big world keep turning\nround,\nNow I've found someone like you.\n106. LET'S ALL GO DOWN THE\nSTRAND\nLet's all go down the Strand,\nLet's all go down the Strand!\nI'll be leader, you can march behind\u00E2\u0080\u0094\nCome with me and see what we can\nfind\u00E2\u0080\u0094\nLet's all go down the Strand!\nOh, what a happy land!\nThat's the place for fun and noise,\nAll among the girls and boys\u00E2\u0080\u0094\nSo let's all\u00E2\u0080\u0094go down the Strand!\n107. LIFE ON THE OCEAN WAVE\nA life of the ocean wave,\nA home on the rolling deep!\nWhere the scattered waters rave\nAnd the winds their revels keep.\n{Repeat last 3 lines)\nLike an eagle caged in pine\nOn this dull unchanging shore\u00E2\u0080\u0094\nOh, give me the flashing brine,\nThe spray and the tempest's roar!\nA life on the ocean wave,\nA home on the rolling deep,\nWhere the scattered waters rave\nAnd the winds their revels keep!\nThe winds, the winds, the winds\ntheir revels keep.\nThe winds, the winds, etc.\n105. LET THE REST OF THE\nWORLD GO BY\nWith someone like you, a pal good and\ntrue,\nI'd like to leave it all behind, and go\nand find\nSome place that's known to God alone,\nJust a spot to call our own\u00E2\u0080\u0094\nWe'll find perfect peace, where joys\nnever cease,\nOut there beneath a friendly sky:\nWe'll build a sweet little nest,\nSomewhere in the west,\nAnd let the rest of the world go by.\n108. LILY OF LAGUNA\nShe's ma' lady love\u00E2\u0080\u0094\nShe is ma' dove, ma babyiove.\nShe's no gal for sittin' down to dream-\nShe's the only queen Laguna knows.\nI know she likes me,\nI know she likes me,\nBecause she says so\u00E2\u0080\u0094\nShe is de Lily of Laguna,\nShe is ma' Lily and my Rose.\nCanadian Pacific Song Book\n21 109. LINCOLNSHIRE POACHER\n112. LITTLE DOLLY DAYDREAM\nWhen I was bound apprentice in\nfamous Lincolnshire,\nFull well I served my master for\nmore than seven years,\nTill I took up to poaching, as you\nshall quickly hear\u00E2\u0080\u0094\nOh! 'Tis my delight on a shiny night\nIn the season of the year!\nShe's\u00E2\u0080\u0094little Dolly Daydream,\nPride of Idaho,\nSo now you know\u00E2\u0080\u0094\nAnd when you go\nYou'll see there's somethin' on her\nmind\u00E2\u0080\u0094\nDon't think it's you!\n'Cos no one's got to kiss that girl but me!\nLittle Dolly Daydream, etc.\n110. LITTLE ANNIE ROONEY\nShe's my sweetheart, I'm her beau\nShe's my Annie, I'm her Joe.\nSoon we'll marry, never to part\u00E2\u0080\u0094\nLittle Annie Rooney is my sweetheart!\n111. LITTLE BROWN JUG\nMy wife and I lived all alone\nIn a little log hut we called our own:\nShe loved gin and I loved rum,\nI tell you what, we'd lots of fun!\nHa! ha! ha! you and me,\nLittle brown jug, don't I love thee!\nHa! ha! ha! you and me,\nLittle brown jug, don't I love thee!\nWhen I go toiling to my farm,\nI take little brown jug beneath my\narm\nI place it under a shady tree\u00E2\u0080\u0094\nLittle brown jug, 'tis you and me!\nHa! ha! ha! etc.\nIf I'd a cow that gave such milk\nI'd clothe her in the finest silk;\nI'd feed her on the choicest hay,\nAnd milk her forty times a day!\nHa! ha! ha! etc.\nThe rose is red, my nose is too\nThe voilet's blue and so are you;\nAnd yet I guess before I stop,\nWe'd better take another drop!\nHa! ha! ha! etc.\n113. LOCH LOMOND\nBy yon bonnie banks and by yon bonnie\nbraes,\nWhere the sun shines bright on\nLoch Lomond,\nWhere I and my true love were ever\nwont to gae,\nOn the bonnie, bonnie banks of\nLoch Lomond.\nOh! ye'll tak' the high road and\nI'll tak the low road,\nAnd I'll be in Scotland afore ye;\nBut I and my true love will never\nmeet again\nOn the bonnie, bonnie banks of\nLoch Lomond.\n'Twas there that we parted in yon\nshady glen,\nOn the steep, steep side o' Ben\nLomond,\nWhere in purple hue the Hieland hills\nwe view,\nAn' the moon comin' out in the\ngloaming.\nOh! ye'll tak', etc.\n114. LOVE'S OLD SWEET SONG\nOnce in the dear dead days beyond\nrecall,\nWhen on the world the mists began\nto fall,\nOut of the dreams that rose in happy\nthrong,\nLow in our hearts love sang an\nold sweet song.\n22\nCanadian Pacific Song Book And in the dusk, where fell the firelight\ngleam,\nSoftly it wove itself into our dream.\nJust a song at twilight, when the \u00C2\u00AB\nlights are low,\nAnd the flickering shadows softly\ncome and go;\nTho' the heart be weary, sad the\nday and long,\nStill to us at twilight comes love's\nold song,\nComes love's old sweet song.\n117. MAN WHO BROKE THE BANK\nAs I walk along the Bois Boolong\nWith an independent air,\nYou can hear the girls declare:\n\"He must be a millionaire!\"\nYou can hear them sigh and wish to die,\nYou can see them wink the other eye\nAt the Man who broke the Bank at\nMonte Carlo!\n115. MLLE. FROM ARMENTIERES\nMademoiselle from Armentieres,\nParley vous!\nMademoiselle from Armentieres\u00E2\u0080\u0094\nSame to you!\nWho was the girl who lost her sleep\nThru singing this chorus in her sleep ?\nWho was it pinched the barber's pole\nAnd used it for fuel to save the coal ?\n116. MAN ON THE FLYING\nTRAPEZE\nOnce I was happy but now I'm forlorn\nLike an old coat that is tattered and\ntorn,\nLeft in this wide world to weep and to\nmourn,\nBetrayed by a maid in her teens.\nOh, this maid that I loved she was\nhandsome\nAnd I tried all I knew her to please\nBut I could never please her one\nquarter so well\nAs the man on the flying trapeze!\n. . . Oh\\nHe fiies thro' the air with the greatest\nof ease,\nThe daring young man on the flying\ntrapeze\u00E2\u0080\u0094\nHis actions are graceful, all girls he\ncan please,\nAnd my love he has stolen away.\n118. MAPLE LEAF FOREVER\nIn days of yore from Britain's shore\nWolfe the dauntless hero came,\nAnd planted firm Britannia's flag\nOn Canada's fair domain!\nHere may it wave, our boast, our pride\nAnd, joined in love together,\nThe Thistle, Shamrock, Rose, entwine\nThe Maple Leaf forever!\nThe Maple Leaf our emblem dear,\nThe Maple Leaf forever!\nGod save the Queen, and Heaven\nbless\nThe Maple Leaf forever!\n119. MARCHING THROUGH\nGEORGIA\nBring the good old bugle, boys, we'll\nsing another song,\nSing it with a spirit that will start\nthe world along,\nSing it as we used to sing it, fifty\nthousand strong,\nWhile we were marching thro'\nGeorgia!\nHurrah! hurrah! we bring the\njubilee!\nHurrah, hurrah! the flag that makes\nyou free!\nSo we sang the chorus from\nAtlanta to the sea,\nWhile we were marching through\nGeorgia.\nCanadian Pacific Song Book\n23 120. MEN OF HARLECH\nMen of Harlech, are ye waking?\nSaxon hosts your hills are shaking,\nProudly now your swords be taking,\nGather in your might!\nHark a thousand voices call ye,\nLet old hero hearts enthrall ye.\nShall the thought of death appal ye?\nHasten to the fight!\nWith your trumpets sounding\nWidely forth be bounding\u00E2\u0080\u0094\nOnward go to meet the foe,\nThe tyrant band surrounding.\nYour ancient banners waving o'er ye,\nRank on rank fall back before ye\u00E2\u0080\u0094\nMarch to victory, march to glory\u00E2\u0080\u0094\nHarlech, show your might!\n121. MERMAID\nOn Friday morn when we set sail\nAnd our ship was far from land,\nWe there did espy a fair pretty maid\nWith a comb and a glass in her hand,\nher hand, her hand,\nWith a comb and a glass in her hand\u00E2\u0080\u0094\nWhile the raging seas did roar,\nAnd the stormy winds did blow,\nWhile we jolly sailor boys were\nsitting up aloft,\nAnd the landlubbers lying down\nbelow, below, below\u00E2\u0080\u0094\nAnd the landlubbers lying down\nbelow.\nThen up starts the mate of our gallant\nship,\nAnd a bold young man was he;\nOh! I have a wife in fair Portsmouth\ntown,\nBut a widow I fear she will be,\nwill be, will be\nBut a widow I fear she will be.\nFor the raging seas, etc.\nThen three times round went our gallant\nship,\nAnd three times round went she;\nFor the want of a life-boat the mate\nwent down,\nAnd he sank to the bottom of the sea,\nthe sea, the sea\u00E2\u0080\u0094\nAnd he sank to the bottom of the sea.\nFor the stormy seas, etc.\n122. MILLER OF DEE\nThere was a jolly miller once\nLiv'd on the river Dee;\nHe work'd and sung from morn till\nnight,\nNo lark more blithe than he.\nAnd this the burden of his song\nFor ever used to be:\n\"I care for nobody, no, not I,\nIf nobody cares for me.\"\n\"I love my mill, she is to me\nLike parent, child, and wife,\nI would not change my station\nFor any other in life.\nAnd this the burden of my song\nFor ever more will be:\nT care for nobody, no, not I,\nIf nobody cares for me'.'\n.9 >\u00C2\u00BB\n123. MINERS DREAM OF HOME\nI saw the old homestead and faces I love,\nI saw England's valleys and dells\u00E2\u0080\u0094\nI listened with joy as I did when a boy\nTo the sound of the old village bells!\nThe log was burning brightly,\n'Twas a night that should banish all\nsin,\nFor the bells were ringing the old year\nout\nAnd the New Year in!\n124. MINSTREL BOY\nThe minstrel boy to the war is gone,\nIn the ranks of death you'll find him;\nHis father's sword he has girded on,\nAnd his wild harp slung behing him.\n\"Land of song!\" said the warrior bard,\n\"Though all the world betrays thee,\nOne sword at least thy rights shall\nguard,\nOne faithful bard shall praise thee!\"\n24\nCanadian Pacific Song Book 125. MY BONNIE\n128. MY OLD KENTUCKY HOME\nMy Bonnie is over the ocean,\nMy Bonnie is over the sea,\nMy Bonnie is over the ocean,\nO bring back my Bonnie to me.\nBring back, bring back,\nBring back my Bonnie to me, to me,\nBring back, bring back,\nO bring back my bonnie to me!\nO blow ye winds over the ocean,\n0 blow ye winds over the sea,\nO blow ye winds over the ocean,\nAnd bring back my Bonnie to me.\nBring back, bring back, etc.\nLast night as I lay on my pillow,\nLast night as I lay on my bed,\nLast night as I lay on my pillow,\n1 dreamed that my Bonnie was dead.\nBring back, bring back, etc.\n126. MY GIRL'S A YORKSHIRE GIRL\nMy girl's a Yorkshire girl,\nYorkshire through and through!\nMy girl's a Yorkshire girl\u00E2\u0080\u0094\nEh! by gum, she's champion!\nThough she's a factory lass,\nAnd wears no fancy clothes,\nI've a sort of a Yorkshire relish\nFor my little Yorkshire Rose.\n127. MY GRANDFATHER'S CLOCK\nMy Grandfather's clock was too large\nfor the shelf\nSo it stood ninety years on the floor;\nIt was taller by half than the old man\nhimself,\nTho' it weighed not a pennyweight more.\nIt was bought on the morn of the day\nthat he was born,\nAnd was always his treasure and pride;\nBut it stopped short, never to go again,\nWhen the old man died.\nNinety years without slumbering,\ntick-tock-tick-tock!\nHis life seconds numbering,\ntick-tock-tick-tock!\nIt stopped short, never to go again,\nWhen the old man died.\nThe sun shines bright in the old\nKentucky home;\n'Tis summer, the darkies are gay;\nThe corn-top's ripe and the meadow's\nin the bloom,\nWhile the birds make music all the\nday.\nThe young folks roll on the little cabin\nfloor,\nAll merry, all happy and bright.\nBy 'n bye hard times come a-knocking\nat the door,\nThen my old Kentucky home,\nGoodnight.\nWeep no more, my lady, O weep\nno more today!\nWe will sing one song for the old\nKentucky home.\nFor the old Kentucky home far\naway.\n129 MY OLD MAN SAID FOLLOW\nTHE VAN\nMy old man said, 'Follow the van.\nDon't dilly-dally on the way.'\nOff went the cart with the home\npacked in it\u00E2\u0080\u0094\nI walked behind with me old cock\nlinnet,\nBut I dillied and dallied and dallied\nand dillied,\nLost the van and don't know where\nto roam.\nYer can't trust the 'specials' like the\nold time coppers\nWhen you can't find your way home.\n130. NELLIE DEAN\nThere's an old mill by the stream,\nNellie Dean,\nWhere we used to sit and dream,\nNellie Dean\nAnd the waters as they flow\nSeem to murmur sweet and low:\n\"You're my heart's desire, I love you,\nNellie Dean.;\nCanadian Pacific Song Book\n25 131. NELLIE GRAY\nThere's a low green valley on the old\nKentucky shore,\nThere I've whiled many happy hours\naway,\nA-sitting and a-singing by the little\ncottage door,\nWhere lived my darling Nelly Gray.\nOh my poor Nelly Gray,\nThey have taken you away,\nAnd I'll never see my darling any\nmore.\nI'm sitting by the river\nAnd I'm weeping all the day,\nFor you've gone from the old\nKentucky shore.\n132. NOW IS THE HOUR\nNow is the hour that we must say\ngoodbye.\nSoon you'll be sailing far across the\nsea.\nWhile you're away, oh! then remember\nme.\nWhen you return, you'll find me\nwaiting here.\n133. O CANADA\nO Canada! Our home and native land!\nTrue patriot love in all thy sons\ncommand.\nWith glowing hearts we see thee rise,\nThe true North, strong and free;\nAnd stand on guard, O Canada\u00E2\u0080\u0094\nWe stand on guard for thee.\nO Canada! Glorious and free!\nWe stand on guard,\nWe stand on guard for thee!\nO Canada, we stand on guard for thee!\n134. O DANNY BOY\nO Danny Boy!\nThe pipe, the pipes are calling\nFrom glen to glen and down the\nmountain side;\nThe summer's gone and all the\nflowers are dying;\n'Tis you, 'tis you, must go, and I must\nbide.\nBut come you back\nWhen summer's in the meadow,\nAnd when the fields are hushed and\nwhite with snow;\nAnd I'll be here in sunshine and in\nshadow\u00E2\u0080\u0094\nO Danny Boy, O Danny Boy, I love\nyou so!\n135. OH DEAR! WHAT CAN THE\nMATTER BE\nOh dear, what can the matter be, {thrice)\nJohnny's so long at the fair?\nHe promised to buy me a beautiful\nfaring,\nA gay bit of lace that the lassies are\nwearing\u00E2\u0080\u0094\nHe promised he'd buy me a bunch of\nnew ribbons\nTo tie up my bonny brown hair.\nOh dear, what can the matter be, etc.\nOh dear, what can the matter be, {thrice)\nJohnny's so long at the fair?\nHe promised to buy me a basket of\nposies,\nA garland of lilies, a wreath of red\nroses,\nA little straw hat to set off the new\nribbons\nThat tie up my bonny brown hair.\nOh dear, what can the matter be, etc.\n136. OH! DEM GOLDEN SLIPPERS\nOh, my golden slippers am laid away,\nKase I don't 'spect to w7ear 'em till\nmy wedding day;\nAn' my long-tailed coat dat I loved so\nwell\nI will wear up in de chariot in de\nmorn;\nAnd my long white robe dat I bo't\nlast June\nI'm gwine to git changed kas it fits\ntoo soon;\n26\nCanadian Pacific Song Book An' de old grey hos dat I used to drive\nI will hitch him to de chariot in\nde morn.\nOh, dem golden slippers!\nOh, dem golden slippers!\nGolden slippers I'se gwine to wear\nBekase dey look so neat!\nOh, dem golden slippers!\nOh, dem golden slippers!\nGolden slippers I'se gwine to wear\nTo walk de golden street!\n137. OH! I DO LIKE TO BE BESIDE\nOh! I do like to be beside the seaside,\nI do like to be beside the sea!\nI do like to stroll upon the Prom, Prom,\nProm,\nWhere the brass-bands play,\nTiddely-on-pom-pom!\nSo just let me be beside the seaside,\nI'll be beside myself with glee\u00E2\u0080\u0094\nAnd there's lots of girls beside\nI should like to be beside,\nBeside the seaside, beside the sea!\n138. OH NO, JOHN!\nOn yonder hill there stands a maiden;\nWho she is I do not know.\nI'll go ask her hand in marriage;\nShe must answer Yes or No.\nOh no, John! No, John! No, John,\nno!\nO Madam, in your face is beauty,\nOn your lips red roses grow\u00E2\u0080\u0094\nWill you take me for your lover?\nMadam, answer Yes or No!\nOh no, John! No, John! No John,\nno!\nOh Madam, since you are so cruel,\nAnd that you do scorn me so,\nIf I may not be your lover,\nMadam, will you let me go ?\nOh no, John! No, John!, No, John,\nno!\nO hark! I hear the church bells ringing;\nWill you come and be my wife?\nOr, dear Madam, have you settled\nTo be single all your life?j\nOh no, John! No, John! No, John,\nno!\n139. OH SUSANNA!\nI come from Alabama wid my banjo on\nmy knee;\nI'm g'wan to Louisiana my true love\nfor to see.\nIt rained all night the day I left;\nThe weather it was dry;\nThe sun so hot I froze to death\u00E2\u0080\u0094\nSusanna, don't you cry.\nOh, Susanna; oh, don't you cry for me;\nI've come from Alabama wid my;\nbanjo on my knee.\n140. OH WHERE, OH WHERE IS MY\nLITTLE DOG GONE?\nOh where, oh where is my little dog\ngone,\nOh where, oh where can he be?\nWith his ears cut short and his tail\ncut long\u00E2\u0080\u0094\nOh where, oh where is he?\nTra-la-la-la, la-la-la, la-la-la!;\nLa-la-la, la-la-la, la-la-la-la!\nTra-la-la-la, la-la-la, la-la-la-la!\nTra-la-la, la-la-la-la!\n141. OH! YOU BEAUTIFUL DOLL\nOh! you beautiful doll,\nYou great big beautiful doll!\nLet me put my arms about you\u00E2\u0080\u0094\nI could never live without you.\nOh! you beautiful doll,\nYou great big beautiful doll!\nIf you ever leave me how my heart will\nache\u00E2\u0080\u0094\nI want to hug you but I fear you'd\nbreak\u00E2\u0080\u0094\nOh-oh-oh-oh-0/i! You beautiful doll!\nCanadian Pacific Song Book\n27 142. OLD BLACK JOE\n(POOR OLD JOE)\nGone are the days when my heart was\nyoung and gay;\nGone are my friends from the cotton\nfields away;\nGone from the earth to a better land\nI know\u00E2\u0080\u0094\nI hear their gentle voices calling,\n\"Old Black Joe!\"\nI'm coming, I'm coming, for my head\nis bended low;\nI hear those gentle voices calling,\n\"Old Black Joe!\"\n143. OLD FOLKS AT HOME\n(SWANEE RIVER)\n'Way down upon the Swanee River,\nfar, far, away,\nThere's where my heart is turning ever,\nThere's where the old folks stay.\nAll up and down the whole creation,\nsadly I roam,\nStill longing for the old plantation\nAnd for the old folks at home.\nAll the world is sad and dreary,\neverywhere I roam,\nOh! darkies, how my heart grows\nweary,\nFar from the old folks at home.\n144. OLD GREY MARE\nOh, the old grey mare, she ain't what\nshe used to be\u00E2\u0080\u0094\nAint what she used to be, ain't what\nshe used to be\u00E2\u0080\u0094\nThe old grey mare, she ain't what she\nused to be\nMany long years ago\u00E2\u0080\u0094\nMany long years ago, many long years\nago\u00E2\u0080\u0094\nThe old grey mare, she ain't what\nshe used to be\nMany long years ago.\n145. OLD KING COLE\nOld King Cole was a merry old soul\nAnd a merry old soul was he;\nHe called for his pipe and he called for\nhis glass,\nAnd he called for his fiddlers three.\nNow every fiddler he had a fine fiddle,\nAnd a very fine fiddle had he.\nThen fiddle-diddle-dee, fiddle-dee,\nwent the fiddlers:\n\"Merry men are we!\nFor there's none so rare as can\ncompare\nWith the sound of our harmony.\"\nOld King Cole was a merry old soul\nAnd a merry old soul was he;\nHe called for his pipe and he called for\nhis glass,\nAnd he called for his pipers three.\nNow every piper had a fine pipe,\nAnd a very fine pipe had he.;\nThen tootle-tootle-too, tootle-too,\nwent the pipers,\nThen fiddle-diddle-dee, fiddle-dee,\nwent the fiddlers:\n\"Merry men are we! etc.\n. . . harpers . . .\nTwanga-twanga-twang, twanga-twang,\nwent the harpers . . .\n. . . drummers . . .\nRubba-dubba-dub, rubba-dub,\nwent the drummers . . .\n146. OLD MACDONALD HAD A\nFARM\nOld MacDonald had a farm,\nE-I-E-I-O!\nAnd on this farm he had some chicks,\nE-I-E-I-O!\nWith a chick-chick here, and a\nchick-chick there,\nHere a chick, there a chick,\nEverywhere a chick-chick!\nOld MacDonald had a farm,\nE-I-E-I-O!\nThus: 2. Ducks (quack-quack)\n3. Turkeys (gobble-gobble)\n4. Pigs (hoink-hoink)\n5. iwd (rattle-rattle)\nthe chorus treated \"accumulatively\"\n28\nCanadian Pacific Song Book\n- 147. OLD OAKEN BUCKET\nHow dear to my heart are the scenes of\nmy childhood,\nWhen fond recollection presents\nthem to view!\nThe orchard, the meadow, the\ndeep-tangled wildwood,\nAnd every loved spot which my\ninfancy knew.\nThe wide-spreading pond, and the mill\nthat stood by it,\nThe bridge and the rock where the\ncataract fell;\nThe cot of my father, the dairy house\nnigh it,\nAnd e'en the rude bucket that hung\nin the well.\nThe Old Oaken Bucket, the\niron-bound bucket,\nThe moss-covered bucket that\nhung in the well.\n148. THE OLD RUSTIC BRIDGE\nBY THE MILL\nI am thinking tonight of the old rustic\nbridge,\nThat bends o'er the murmuring\nstream;\n'Twas there, Maggie dear,\nWith our hearts full of cheer,\nWe strayed 'neath the moon's gentle\nbeam.\n'Twas there I first met you\u00E2\u0080\u0094the\nlight of your eyes\nAwoke in my heart a sweet thrill;\n'Tho now far away,\nStill my thoughts fondly stray\nTo the old rustic bridge by the mill.\nBeneath it the stream gently ripples\nAround it the birds love to trill.\n'Tho now far away,\nMy thoughts fondly stray\nTo the old rustic bridge by the mill.\n149. ON ILKLEY MOOR\nWheear 9as tha been sin9 ah saw thee ?\nOn Ilkley Moor baht 'at ?\nWheear 9as tha been sin9 ah saw thee ?\nWheear 9as tha been sin9 ah saw thee ?\nOn Ilkley Moor baht 'at, {thrice)\n2 Tha's been a-coortin' Mary Jane . . .\n3 Tha'll go and get thi death\no'cowld . . .\n4 Then we shall 'ave to bury thee ...\n5 Then t'worms'll come and ate thee\noop. . .\n6 Then ducks'll come and ate oop\nworms ...\n7 Then we shall go and ate oop\nducks. . .\n8 Then we shall all 'ave eaten thee . . .\n150. ON TOP OF OLD SMOKEY\nOn top of Old Smokey all covered\nwith snow\nI lost my true lover for courtin'\ntoo slow.\n(For courtin's a pleasure)\nFor courtin's a pleasure,\n(Parting is grief)\nParting is grief,\n(And a false-hearted lover)\nAnd a false-hearted lover\n(Is worse than a thief)\nIs worse than a thief.\n(A thief will just rob you)\nA thief will just rob you,\n(And take what you have)\nAnd take what you have;\n(But a false-hearted lover)\nBut a false-hearted lover\n(Will lead to the grave)\nWill lead to the grave.\n(And the grave will decay you);\nAnd the grave will decay you\n(And turn you to dust)\nAnd turn you to dust;\n(Not one boy in a hundred)\nNot one boy in a hundred\n(A poor girl can trust)\nA poor girl can trust.\n(They'll hug you and kiss you)\nThey'll hug you and kiss you\n(And tell you more lies)\nAnd tell you more lies\n(Than cross-ties on a railroad)\nThan cross-ties on a railroad\n(Or stars in the sky)\nOr stars in the sky.\nCanadian Pacific Song Book\n29 (The leaves they will wither)\nThe leaves they will wither\n(The roots they will die)\nThe roots they will die;\n(You'll all be forsaken)\nYou'll all be forsaken\n(And never know why)\nAnd never know why.\n151. ONE MAN WENT TO MOW\nOne man went to mow,\nWent to mow a meadow\nOne man and his dog\nWent to mow a meadow\nTwo men went to mow,\nWent to mow a meadow\nTwo men, one and his dog,\nWent to mow a meadow, etc. etc.!\n152. OUR LODGER'S SUCH A NICE\nYOUNG MAN\nOur lodger's such a nice young man\nSuch a nice young man is he!\nSo good, so kind\nTo all our family!\nHe's never going to leave us\u00E2\u0080\u0094\nOh dear, Oh dear, no!\nHe's such a good, goody-goody man\nMamma told me so!\n154. POLLY WOLLY DOODLE\nOh, I went down south for to see my\nSal-\nSinging Polly-Wolly-Doodle all the\nday\u00E2\u0080\u0094\nMy Sal she am a spunky gal\u00E2\u0080\u0094\nSinging Polly-Wolly-Doodle all the\nday.\nFare thee well, fare thee well,\nFare thee well, my fairy fay!\nFor I'm off to Lousiana\nFor to see my Susy Anna\u00E2\u0080\u0094\nSinging Polly-Woddle-Doodle all the day.\n155. RED RIVER VALLEY\nFrom this valley they say you are\ngoing\u00E2\u0080\u0094\nI shall miss your sweet face and\nyour smile;\nJust because you are weary and tired\nYou are changing your range for a\nwhile.\nI've been thinking a long time,\nmy darling,;\nOf the words you never would say;\nNow, alas! must the fond hopes all\nvanish\u00E2\u0080\u0094\nFor they say you are going away ?\nOh, come sit here awhile ere you leave\nme,\nDo not hasten to bid me adieu;\nJust remember the Red River Valley,\nAnd the boy (girl) that has loved you\nso true.\n153. PACK UP YOUR TROUBLES\nPack up your troubles in your old kit\nbag\nAnd smile, smile, smile\u00E2\u0080\u0094\nWhile you've a lucifer to light your fag-\nSmile boys, that's the style!\nWhat's the use of worrying\u00E2\u0080\u0094\nIt never was worth while, so\u00E2\u0080\u0094\nPack up your troubles in your old kit\nbag\u00E2\u0080\u0094\nAnd smile, smile, smile!\n156. RIO GRANDE\nOh, where are we going to, my pretty\nmaid?\nWay-ay, to Rio!\nOh, where are we going to, my pretty\nmaid?\nWe're bound for the Rio Grande.\nThen away-ay, to Rio!\nAway-ay, to Rio!\nSing fare you well, my bonnie\nwee gel,\nFor we're bound for the\nRio Grande!\n30\nCanadian Pacific Song Book 157. ROAMIN' IN THE GLOAMIN^\nRoamin' in the gloamin'\nOn the bonnie banks of Clyde,\nRoamin' in the gloamin'\nWi' my lassie by my side.\nWhen the sun has gone to rest,\nThat's the time that I love best\u00E2\u0080\u0094\nOh, it's lovely roamin' in the gloamin'!\n158. ROLL OUT THE BARREL\nRoll out the barrel\u00E2\u0080\u0094\nLet's have a barrel of fun!\nRoll out the barrel\u00E2\u0080\u0094\nWe'll have the blues on the run!\nZing, boom, ta-ra-ra!\nGives us a song of good cheer;\nNow's the time to roll the barrel,\nFor the gang's all here!\n159. ROSE OF TRALEE\nThe pale moon was shining above the\ngreen mountain,\nThe sun was declining beneath the\nblue sea,\nWhen I strayed with my love to the\npure crystal fountain\nThat stands in the beautiful vale of\nTralee.\nShe was lovely and fair as the rose of\nthe summer,\nYet 'twas not her beauty alone that\nwon me\u00E2\u0080\u0094\nOh, no! 'Twas the truth in her eyes\never dawning\nThat made me love Mary, the\nRose of Tralee.\n160. RULE, BRITANNIA!\nWhen Britain first at Heav'n's\ncommand\nArose from out the azure main-\nArose, arose, arose from out the\nazure main\u00E2\u0080\u0094\nThis was the charter, the charter of\nthe land\nAnd guardian angels sang the strain:\nRule, Britannia! Britannia rules the\nwaves;\nBritons never, never, never shall be\nslaves.\n161. SAILING, SAILING\nSailing, sailing, over the bounding main,\nFor many a stormy wind shall blow\nEre Jack comes home again.\nSailing, sailing, etc.\n162. SALLY IN OUR ALLEY\nOf all the girls that are so smart\nThere's none like pretty Sally;\nShe is the darling of my heart,\nAnd lives in our alley.\nThere is no lady in the land\nThat's half so sweet as Sally;\nShe is the darling of my heart\nAnd lives in our alley.\nMy master and the neighbours all\nMake game of me and Sally;\nAnd but for her I'd rather be\nA slave and row a galley.\nBut when my seven long years are out-\nOh! then I'll marry Sally.\nAnd then how happily we'll live\u00E2\u0080\u0094\u00E2\u0096\u00A0\nBut not in our alley!\n163. SANTA LUCIA\nNow 'neath the silver moon ocean is\nglowing,\nO'er the calm billow soft winds\nare blowing.\nHere balmy zephyrs blow, pure joys\ninvite us;\nAnd as we gently row all things\ndelight us.\nHark, how the sailors' cry\nJoyously echoes nigh:\n\"Santa Lucia! Santa Lucia!\"\nHome of fair poesy, Realm of\npure harmony-\nSanta Lucia! Santa Lucia!\nCanadian Pacific Song Book\n31 164. SCOTS, WHA HAE WI'\nWALLACE BLED!\nScots, wha hae wi' Wallace bled!\nScots, wham Bruce has often led!\nWha sae base as be a slave?\nLet him turn an'flee!\nNow's the day, and now's the hour,\nSee the front of battle lour;\nSee approach proud Edward's power,\nChains and slavery!\nBy oppression's woes an' pains,\nBy your sons in servile chains,\nWe will drain our dearest veins,\nBut we will be free!\nLay the proud usurper low!\nTyrants fall in ev'ry foe!\nLiberty's in ev'ry blow!\nLet us do, or dee!\n168. SHENANDOAH\nOh Shenandoah, I long to hear you\u00E2\u0080\u0094\nWay-hay, you rolling river!\nOh Shenandoah, I long to hear you\u00E2\u0080\u0094\nHa-ha! We're bound away!\n'Cross the wide Missouri!\nOh, Shenandoah, I love your daughter\u00E2\u0080\u0094\nWay-hay, you rolling river!\nOh, Shenandoah, I love your daughter\u00E2\u0080\u0094\nHa-ha! We're bound away!\n'Cross the wide Missouri!\nOh, Shenandoah, I'm bound to leave\nyou\u00E2\u0080\u0094\nWay-hay, you rolling river!\nOh, Shenandoah, I'll not deceive you\u00E2\u0080\u0094\nHa-ha! We're bound away!\n'Cross the wide Missouri!\n165. SHE WAS ONE OF THE\nEARLY BIRDS\nShe was one of the early birds\u00E2\u0080\u0094\n\"Chip, chip, chip!\" she went.\nSweetly she sang to me\nTill all my money was spent.\nThen she went off song\u00E2\u0080\u0094\nWe parted on fighting terms\u00E2\u0080\u0094\nShe was one of the early birds\u00E2\u0080\u0094\nAnd I was one of the worms!\n166. SHE'LL BE COMING ROUND\nTHE MOUNTAIN\nShe'll be coming round the mountain\nWhen she comes, when she comes!\n{Repeat both lines)\nShe'll be coming round the mountain\n{thrice)\nWhen she comes.\nShe'll be driving six white horses, etc.\n167. SHE'S A LASSIE FROM\nLANCASHIRE\nShe's a lassie from Lancashire,\nJust a lassie from Lancashire;\nShe's the lassie that I love dear\u00E2\u0080\u0094\nOh, so dear!\nTho' she dresses in clogs and shawl,\nShe's the prettiest of them all;\nNone could be fairer or rarer than Sara,\nMy lassie from Lancashire!\n169. SHOW ME THE WAY TO GO\nHOME\nShow me the way to go home,\nI'm tired and I wanna go to bed.\nOh, I had a little drink about an hour\nago,\nAnd it went right to my head.\nWherever I may roam,\nOn land or sea or foam,\nYou can always hear me singin' this\nsong:\nShow me the way to go home!\n170. SILVER THREADS AMONG\nTHE GOLD\nDarling, I am growing old\u00E2\u0080\u0094\nSilver threads among the gold\nShine upon my brow today\u00E2\u0080\u0094\nLife is fading fast away.\nBut, my darling, you will be, will be,\nAlways young and fair to me\u00E2\u0080\u0094\nYes, my darling, you will be\nAlways young and fair to me . . .\nDarling, I am growing old, etc.\n32\nCanadian Pacific Song Book 171. SKYE BOAT SONG\nSpeed, bonny boat, like a bird on the\nwing\nOnward! the sailors cry;\nCarry the lad that's bom to be king\nOver the sea to Skye.\nNow the waves leap, now the winds\nroar,\nThunderclaps rend the air;\nBaffled our foe stands by Jhe shore,\nFollow they will not dare.\nSpeed, bonny boat, etc.\nBurned are our homes, exile and death\nScattered our loyal men;\nYet ere the swords cool in the sheath\nCharlie will come again!\nSpeed, bonny boat, etc.\nSo long, it's been good to know yuh!\nSo long, it's been good to know yuh!\nSo long, it's been good to know yuh!\nWhat a long time since I've been\nhome!\nAnd I gotta be driftin' along.\n174. SOLDIERS OF THE QUEEN\nIt's the soldiers of the Queen, my lads,\nWho've been, my lads, who've seen,\nmy lads,\nIn the fight for England's glory, lads,\nOf its worldwide glory let us sing!\nAnd when we say we've always won,\nAnd when you ask us how it's done,\nWe'll proudly point to everyone of\nEngland's soldiers of the Queen!\n172. SO EARLY IN THE MORNING\nSouth Carolina's a sultry clime,\nWhere we used to work in the\nsummertime;\nMassa 'neath the shade would lay\nWhile we poor darkies toiled all day.\nSo early in the morning,\nso early in the morning,\nSo early in the morning,\nbefore the break of day.\n{Repeat last two lines)\nNow Massa's dead and gone to rest;\nOf all the masters he was best;\nI never seen like since I was born,\nMiss him now he's dead and gone.\nSo early in the morning, etc.\n175. SOME FOLKS DO\nSome folks like to sigh,\nSome folks do, some folks do-\nSome folks long to die\u00E2\u0080\u0094\nBut that's not me nor you.\nLong live the merry, merry heart\nThat laughs by night and day,\nLike the Queen of Mirth,\nNo matter what some folks say.\nSome folks fear to smile,\nSome folks do, some folks do\u00E2\u0080\u0094\nOthers laugh thru guile\u00E2\u0080\u0094\nBut that's not me nor you, etc.\nSome folks fret and scold,\nSome folks do, some folks do\u00E2\u0080\u0094\nThey'll soon be dead and cold\u00E2\u0080\u0094\nBut that's not me nor you, etc.\n173. SO LONG, IT'S BEEN GOOD\nTO KNOW YOU\nI've sung this song but I'll sing it again,\nOf the people I've met and the places\nI've seen;\nOf some of the troubles that bothered\nmy mind,\nAnd a lot of good people that I've\nleft behind, saying:\n176. SPANISH CAVALIER\nA Spanish cavalier stood in his retreat,\nAnd on his guitar played a tune, dear.\nThe music so sweet would oftimes\nrepeat,\nThe blessings of my country and you,\ndear.\nSay, darling, say, when I'm far away.\nSometimes you will think of me, dear;\nBright sunny days will soon fade away;\nRemember what I say, and be true,\ndear.\nCanadian Pacific Song Book\n33 177. STAR-SPANGLED BANNER\n180. SWEET ADELINE\nOh say, can you see by the dawn's\nearly light\nWhat so proudly we hailed at the\ntwilight's last gleaming?\nWhose broad stripes and bright stars,\nthrough the perilous fight,\nO'er the ramparts we watched were\nso gallantly streaming?\nAnd the rockets red glare, the bombs\nbursting in air,\nGave proof through the night that our\nflag was still there.\nOh! say, does that star-spangled banner\nstill wave\nO'er the land of the free and the\nhome of the brave?\n178. STEAL AWAY\nSteal away, steal away, steal away to\nJesus.\nSteal away, steal away home;\nI aint got long to stay here,\nMy Lord calls me,\nHe calls me by the thunder;\nThe trumpet sounds withina my\nsoul\u00E2\u0080\u0094\nI aint got long to stay here.\nSteal away, etc.\nMy Lord calls me,\nHe calls me by the lightning, etc.\nSteal away, etc.\nSweet Adeline, sweet Adeline!\nMy Adeline, my Adeline,\nAt night, dear heart, at night, dear heart,\nFor you I pine, for you I pine.\nIn all my dreams, in all my dreams\nYour fair face beams, your fair face\nbeams.\nYou're the flower of my heart,\nSweet Adeline, sweet Adeline.\n181. SWEET GENEVIEVE\n0 Genevieve! I'd give the world\nTo live again the lovely past!\nThe rose of youth was dew-impearled\nBut now it withers in the blast.\n1 see thy face in every dream,\nMy waking thoughts are full of thee;\nThy glance is in the starry beam\nThat falls along the summer sea.\nO Genevieve! Sweet Genevieve!\nThe days may come, the days may go,\nBut still the hands of memory weave\nThe blissful dreams of long ago.\n182. SWEET ROSDE O'GRADY\nSweet Rosie O'Grady, my dear little\nRose,\nShe's my steady lady, most everyone\nknows;\nAnd when we are married, how happy\nwe'll be,\nFor I love sweet Rosie O'Grady and\nRosie O'Grady loves me.\n179. SUR LE PONT D'AVIGNON\nSur le Pont d'Avignon,\nL'on y danse, Ton y danse\nSur le Pont d'Avignon;\nL'on y danse tout en rond.\nLes belles dames (beaux messieurs)\nfont comme ci\nEt puis encore comme ca!\nSur le Pont, etc.\n183. SWING LOW,\nSWEET CHARIOT\nSwing low, sweet chariot,\nComing for to carry me home.\nSwing low, sweet chariot,\nComing for to carry me home.\nI looked over Jordan and what did I see?\nComing for to carry me home . . .\nA band of angels coming after me,\nComing for to carry me home.\n34\nCanadian Pacific Song Book Swing low, sweet chariot,\nComing for to carry me home\nSwing low, sweet chariot,\nComing for to carry me home.\nI'm sometimes up, and sometimes\ndown\u00E2\u0080\u0094\nComing for to carry me home . . .\nBut still my soul feels heav'nly bound\u00E2\u0080\u0094\nComing for to carry me home.\nSwing low, sweet chariot, etc.\n186. THERE'S A LONG, LONG\nTRAIL\nThere's a long, long trail a-winding\nInto the land of my dreams\u00E2\u0080\u0094\nWhere the nightingales are singing\nAnd the bright moon beams.\nThere's a long, long night of waiting\nUntil my dreams all come true;\nTill the day that I'll be going down\nThat long, long, trail with you!\n184. TAKE ME BACK TO DEAR\nOLD BLIGHTY\nTake me back to dear old Blighty\u00E2\u0080\u0094\nPut me on the train for\nLondon Town\u00E2\u0080\u0094\nTake me over there, drop me anywhere-\nLiverpool, Leeds or Birmingham\u00E2\u0080\u0094\nwell, I don't care!\nI should love to see my best girl\u00E2\u0080\u0094\nCuddle-in' up again we soon shall be-\nWhoa! Tiddle-y-iddle-y-ighty!\nHurry me home to Blighty\u00E2\u0080\u0094\nBlighty is the place for me!\n185. THERE IS A TAVERN IN THE\nTOWN\nThere is a tavern in the town, in the\ntown\u00E2\u0080\u0094\nAnd there my dear love sits him\n\u00E2\u0080\u00A2 down, sits him down\u00E2\u0080\u0094\nAnd drinks his wine mid laughter free\u00E2\u0080\u0094\nAnd never, never thinks of me.\nFare thee well, for I must leave\nthee,\nDo not let the parting grieve thee,\nAnd remember that the best of\nfriends must part, must part,\nAdieu, adieu, kind friends, adieu,\nadieu, adieu,\nI can no longer stay with you, stay\nwith you,\nI'll hang my harp on a weeping\nwillow tree,\nAnd may the world go well with\nthee.\n187. TILL WE MEET AGAIN\nSmile awhile you kiss me sad adieu\nWhen the clouds roll by I'll come\nto you;\nThen the skies will seem more blue\nDown in Lover's lane, my dearie.\nWedding bells will ring so merrily,\nEv'ry tear will be a memory;\nSo wait and pray each night for me,\nTill we meet again.\n188. TIPPERARY\nIt's a long way to Tipperary\u00E2\u0080\u0094\nIt's a long way to go.\nIt's a long way to Tipperary\u00E2\u0080\u0094\nTo the sweetest girl I know!\nGoodbye, Piccadilly! Farewell, Leicester\nSquare!\nIt's a long, long way to Tipperary,\nBut my heart's right there!\n189. TRAMP! TRAMP! TRAMP!\nIn the prison cell I sit,\nThinking of you, mother dear,\nAnd our bright and happy home so\nfar away;\nAnd the tears they fill my eyes\n'Spite of all that I can do,\nTho' I try to cheer my comrades and\nbe gay.\nTramp, tramp, tramp! The boys are\nmarching\nCheer up, comrades, they will\ncome;\nAnd beneath the starry flag\nWe will breath the air again\nOf the free land in our own\nbeloved home.\nCanadian Pacific Song Book\n35 190. TWO LITTLE GIRLS IN BLUE\nTwo little girls in blue, lad, two little\ngirls in blue,\nThey were sisters, we were brothers,\nAnd learned to love the two.\nAnd one little girl in blue, lad, who\nwon your father's heart,\nBecame your mother\u00E2\u0080\u0094\nI married the other;\nBut now we have drifted apart.\n191. TWO LOVELY BLACK EYES\nStrolling so happy down Bethnal Green\nThis gay youth you might have seen,\nTompkins and I, with his girl between\u00E2\u0080\u0094\nOh! What a surprise!\nI praised the Conservatives frank and\nfree\u00E2\u0080\u0094\nTompkins got angry so speedily\u00E2\u0080\u0094\nAll in a moment he handed to me\u00E2\u0080\u0094\nTwo lovely black eyes\u00E2\u0080\u0094\nTwo lovely black eyes\u00E2\u0080\u0094\nOh! What a surprise!\nOnly for telling a man he was\nwrong\u00E2\u0080\u0094\nTwo lovely black eyes!\n192. UNCLE NED\nThere was an old darkie and his name\nwas Uncle Ned,\nBut he's dead long ago, long ago;\nHe had no wool on the top of his head\nIn the place where the wool ought to\ngrow.\nThey lay down the shovel and the\nhoe, the hoe,\nHang up the fiddle and the bow\nThere's no more hard work for\npoor Uncle Ned,\nHe's gone where good darkies go.\n{Repeat last two lines)\n193. VICAR OF BRAY\nIn good King Charles's golden days\nWhen loyalty no harm meant,\nA zealous High Churchman was I\nAnd so I got preferment;\nTo teach my flock I never missed,\nKings were by God appointed,\nAnd damned are those that do resist,\nOr touch the Lord's Annointed.\nAnd this is law I will maintain,\nUntil my dying day, Sir,\nThat whatsoever King may reign,\nStill I'll be the Vicar of Bray, Sir.\nWhen royal James obtained the crown,\nAnd Pop'ry came in fashion,\nThe penal laws I hooted down\nAnd read the declaration\nThe Church of Rome I found would fit\nFull well my constitution\nAnd had become a Jesuit\nBut for the revolution.\nAnd this is law, etc.\nWhen George in pudding-time came o'er\nAnd moderate men looked big, Sir,\nI turned a cat-in-a-pan once more,\nAnd so became a Whig, Sir;\nAnd thus preferment I procured,\nFor our new faith's defender;\nAnd almost every day abjured\nThe Pope and the Pretender.\nAnd this is law, etc.\n194. WALTZING MATILDA\nOnce a jolly swagman\nCamped by a billabong\nUnder the shade of a coilibah tree;\nAnd he sang as he watched\nAnd waited till his billy boiled,\nWho'll come a Waltzing Matilda\nwith me ?\nWaltzing Matilda, Waltzing Matilda,\nWho'll come a-waltzing Matilda\nwith me?\nAnd he sang as he watched\nAnd waited till his billy boiled,\nWho'll come a Waltzing Matilda\nwith me?\nUp came a jumbuck\nTo drink at the Billabong\nUp sprang the swagman and grabbed\nhim with glee;\nAnd he sang as he shoved\nThat jumbuck in his tuckerbag,\nWho'll come a-waltzing Matilda\nwith me?\n36\nCanadian Pacific Song Book And he sang as he shoved\nThat jumbuck in his tuckerbag\nWho'll come a Waltzing Matilda\nwith me?\nUp came the squatter\nMounted on his thoroughbred,\nDown came the troopers\u00E2\u0080\u0094one, two, three.\nWhere's that jolly jumbuck\nYou've got in your tuckerbag\u00E2\u0080\u0094\nWho'll come a-waltzing Matilda\nwith me ?\nWaltzing Matilda, Waltzing Matilda,\nWho'll come a-waltzing Matilda\nwith me ?\nWhere's that jolly jumbuck\nYou've got in your tuckerbag\u00E2\u0080\u0094\nWho'll come a-waltzing Matilda\nwith me?\nUp sprang the swagman,\nSprang into the billabong:\n\"You'll never catch me alive,\" said he.\nAnd his ghost may be heard\nAs you pass by that billabong\u00E2\u0080\u0094\nWho'll come a-waltzing Matilda\ne with me?\nWaltzing Matilda, Waltzing Matilda,\nWho'll come a-waltzing Matilda\nwith me ?\nAnd his ghost may be heard\nAs you pass by that billabong\u00E2\u0080\u0094\nWho'll come a-waltzing Matilda\nwith me ?\n195. WE'LL KEEP A WELCOME\nWe'll keep a welcome in the hillside,\nWe'll keep a welcome in the vale;\nThis land you knew will still keep\nsinging\nWhen you come home again to Wales.\nThis land of song will keep a welcome;\nAnd with a love that never fails\nWe'll kiss away each hour of \"hiraeth\",\nWhen you come home again to Wales.\n196. WHAT SHALL WE DO WITH A\nDRUNKEN SAILOR\nWhat shall we do with a drunken sailor\n{thrice)\nEarly in the morning ?\nHooray and up she rises {thrice)\nEarly in the morning! a\nPut him in the scuppers and hose him\nover {thrice)\nEarly in the morning!\nHooray and up she rises, etc.\nSet him in the cross-trees till he's sober\n{thrice)\nEarly in the morning!\nHooray and up she rises, etc.\n197. WHEN IRISH EYES ARE\nSMILIN'\nWhen Irish eyes are smilin'\nSure it's like a morn in spring,\nIn the lilt of Irish laughter,\nYou can hear the angels sing,\nWhen Irish heart's are happy,\nAll the world seems bright and gay,\nAnd when Irish eyes are smilin',\nSure they steal your heart away.\n198. WHEN IT'S SPRINGTIME IN\nTHE ROCKIES\nWhen it's Springtime in the Rockies\nI am coming home to you,\nLittle sweetheart of the mountains\nWith your bonny eyes of blue.\nOnce again I'll say, \"I love you,\"\nWhile the birds sing all the day\u00E2\u0080\u0094\nWhen it's Springtime in the Rockies,\nIn the Rockies far away.\n199. WHEN JOHNNY COMES\nMARCHING HOME AGAIN\nWhen Johnny comes marching home\nagain,\nHurrah! Hurrah!\nWe'll give him a hearty welcome then,\nHurrah! Hurrah!\nThe men will cheer, the boys will shout,\nThe ladies they will all turn out;\nAnd We'll all feel gay\nWhen Johnny comes marching\nhome.\nCanadian Pacific Song Book\n37 The old church bells will peal with joy,\nHurrah! Hurrah!\nTo welcome home our darling boy,\nHurrah! Hurrah!\nThe village lads and lassies say\nWith roses they will strew the way;\nAnd we'll all feel gay\nWhen Johnny comes marching\nhome.\n200. WHEN THE SAINTS GO\nMARCHING IN\nWe are trav'ling in the footsteps\nOf those who've gone before,\nBut we'll all be reunited\nOn a new and sunlit shore.\nOh, when the saints go marching in,\nWhen the saints go marching in;\nOh Lord, I want to be in that\nnumber\u00E2\u0080\u0094\nWhen the saints go marching in.\nAnd when the sun begins to shine,\nAnd when the sun begins to shine;\nOh Lord, I want to be in that\nnumber\u00E2\u0080\u0094\nWhen the sun begins to shine.\n202. WHEN YOU WORE A TULIP\nWhen you wore a tulip, a sweet yellow\ntulip,\nAnd I wore a big red rose\u00E2\u0080\u0094\nWhen you caressed me,\n'Twas then Heaven blessed me\u00E2\u0080\u0094\nWhat a blessing, no one knows!\nYou made life cheerie\nWhen you called me dearie\u00E2\u0080\u0094\n'Twas down where the blue grass\ngrows.\nYour lips were sweeter than julep,\nWhen you wore that tulip\nAnd I wore that big red rose.\n203. WHEN YOU'RE SMILING\nWhen you're smiling, when your smiling,\nThe whole world smiles with you.\nWhen you're laughing, when your\nlaughing,\nThe sun comes shining through.\nBut when you're crying, you bring on\nthe rain\u00E2\u0080\u0094\nSo stop your sighing; be happy again.\nKeep on smiling, 'cause when you're\nsmiling\nThe whole world smiles with you.\n201. WHEN YOU AND I WERE\nYOUNG, MAGGIE\nI wandered today to the hill, Maggie,\nTo watch the scene below,\nThe creek and the creaking old mill,\nMaggie,\nAs we used to long, long ago,\nThe green grove is gone from the hill,\nMaggie,\nWhere first the daisies sprung:\nThe creaking old mill is still, Maggie,\nSince you and I were young.\nThey say I am feeble with age, Maggie,\nMy steps are less sprightly than then;\nMy face is a well-written page, Maggie,\nBut time alone was the pen.\nThey say we are aged and grey, Maggie,\nSpray by the white breakers flung\nBut to me you're as fair as you were,\nMaggie,\nWhen you and I were young.\n204. WHERE DID YOU GET THAT\nHAT?\n\"Where did you get that hat?\nWhere did you get that tile?\nIsn't it a nobby one and just the proper\nstyle?\nI should like to have one just the\nsame as that!\"\nWhere'er I go they shout: \"Hullo!\nWhere did you get that hat ?\"\n205. WHO WERE YOU WITH LAST\nNIGHT?\nWho were you with last night?\nWho were you with last night ?\nIt wasn't your sister, it wasn't your Ma\u00E2\u0080\u0094\nAh! ah! ah! ah! Ah-ah-ah-ah!\nWho were you with last night\u00E2\u0080\u0094\u00E2\u0096\u00A0\nOut in the pale moonlight?\nAre you going to tell your Missus\nwhen you get home\u00E2\u0080\u0094\nWho you were with last night?\n38\nCanadian Pacific Song Book 206. WI' A HUNDRED PIPERS AN'\nA' AN' A'\nWi' a hundred pipers an' a', an' a',\nWi' a hundred pipers an' a', an' a',\nWe'll up an' gie them a blaw, a blaw,\nWi' a hundred pipers an' a', an' a'.\nO, it's over the Border, awa', awa',\nIt's over the Border, awa', awa'\nWe'll on an' we'll march to Carlisle ha',\nWi' its yetts, its castle, an' a', an' a'.\n207. WIDDECOMBE FAIR\nTom Pearse, Tom Pearse, lend me your\ngrey mare,\nAll along, down along, out along lee,\nFor I want for to go to Widdecombe\nFair\nWith Bill Brewer, Jan Stewer,\nPeter Gurney, Peter Davy,\nDan'l Whiddon, Harry Hawk,\nOld Uncle Tom Cobleigh and all\u00E2\u0080\u0094\nOld Uncle Tom Cobleigh and all.\nThen Friday came and Saturday noon,\nAll along, down along, out along lee,\nBut Tom Pearse's old mare have not\ntrotted home\nWith Bill Brewer, etc.\nWhen the wind whistles cold on the\nmoor of a night,\nAll along, down along, out along lee,\nTom Pearse's old mare doth appear\nghastly white\nWith Bill Brewer, etc.\n208. WILL YE NO COME BACK\nAGAIN\nBonnie Charlie's now awa',\nSafely owre the friendly main;\nMany a heart will break in twa'\nShould he ne'er come back again.\nWill ye no come back again ?\nWill ye no come back again ?\nBetter loved ye cannot be\u00E2\u0080\u0094\nWill ye no come back again?\nSweet's the laverock's note and lang,\nLilting wildly up the glen;\nBut aye to me he sings ae sang\n\"Will ye no come back again ?\"\nWill ye no, etc.\n209. YANKEE DOODLE\nO Yankee Doodle went to town\nA-riding on a pony;\nHe stuck a feather in his cap\nAnd called it macaroni.\nYankee Doodle, ha-ha-ha!\nYankee Doodle Dandy\u00E2\u0080\u0094\nMind the music and the dance,\nAnd with the girls be handy.\nYankee Doodle is a tune\nThat comes in mighty handy;\nThe enemy all runs away\nAt Yankee Doodle Dandy!\nYankee Doodle, etc.\n210. YE BANKS AND BRAES\nYe banks and braes of Bonnie Doon,\nHow can ye bloom sae fresh and fair!\nHow can ye chant, ye little birds,\nAnd I sae weary fu' o' care!\nThou'lt break my heart, thou warbling\nbird,\nThat wantons thro' the flow'ring thorn;\nThou mindst me of departed joys,\nDeparted never to return.\nOft have I roved by Bonnie Doon,\nTo see the rose and woodbine twine;\nAnd ilka bird sang o' its love,\nAnd fondly sae did I o'mine.\nWi' lightsome heart I pu'd a rose\nFu' sweet upon its thorny tree;\nAnd my fause lover stole my rose\u00E2\u0080\u0094\nBut ah! he left the thorn wi' me.\n211. YELLOW ROSE OF TEXAS\nThere's a yellow rose in Texas\nThat I'm going to see,\nNo other fellow loves her,\nNobody, only me.\nShe cried so when I left her,\nIt was like to broke my heart,\nAnd if I ever find her\nWe never more will part.\nCanadian Pacific Song Book\n39 She's the sweetest rose of colour\nThis fellow ever knew;\nHer eyes are bright as diamonds,\nThey sparkle like the dew.\nYou may talk about your dearest\nMay,\nAnd sing of Rosa Lee,\nBut the Yellow Rose of Texas\nBeats the belles of Tennessee.\nOh, now I'm going to find her,\nFor my heart is full of woe,\nAnd we'll sing the song together\nThat we sang so long ago.\nWe'll play the banjo gaily\nAnd we'll sing the songs of yore,\nAnd the Yellow Rose of Texas\nShall be mine forever more!\nShe's the sweetest rose, etc.\n212. YOU ARE MY SUNSHINE\nThe other night, dear,\nAs I lay dreaming,\nI dreamt that you were by my side.\nCame disillusion when I woke, dear;\nYou were gone. And then I cried:\nYou are my sunshine, my only\nsunshine;\nYou make me happy when skies\nare grey;\nYou'll never know, dear, how much\nI love you\u00E2\u0080\u0094\nPlease don't take my sunshine away.\n213. YOU CALLED ME BABY DOLL\nYou called me Baby Doll a year ago;\nYou told me I was very nice to know. ,\nI soon learnt what love was\u00E2\u0080\u0094\nI thought I knew;\nBut all I've learnt has only taught me\nHow to love you.\nYou made me think you loved me in\nreturn\u00E2\u0080\u0094\nDon't tell me you were only fooling\nafter all!\nFor if you turn away, you'll be sorry\nsome day\nYou left behind a Broken Doll!\nAll copyright material herein is reprinted with the permission of the respective\ncopyright owners\u00E2\u0080\u0094\nKeith Prowse\nBradbury Wood Ltd.\nAscherberg, Hopwood & Crew\nAllan & Co. (Prop.) Ltd.\nLeo Feist Inc.\nG. Ricordi & Co.\nFrancis, Day & Hunter\nSouthern Music Publishing Co. Ltd.\nEssex Music Ltd.\nLaurence Wright Music Co. Ltd.\nNovello & Co. 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