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Gotta jump down, spin around and pick a bale of cotton
Gotta jump down, spin around and pick a bale a day Gotta jump down, spin around and pick a bale of cotton Gotta jump down, spin around and pick a bale a day I saw 'skeeter on my head, Blinked his eye and I killed him dead Gotta jump down, spin around and weed a patch o'turnip, Gotta jump down, spin around and weed a patch a day Gotta weed a patch o' turnip Gotta jump down, spin around and weed a patch o'turnip Gotta jump down, spin around and weed a patch a day I saw a gal in calico, She tripped and fell, and she didn't say hello Gotta jump down, spin around and cook a mess o'greens, Gotta jump down, spin around and cook a pot a day Gotta cook a mess o'greens Gotta jump down, spin around and cook a mess o'greens Gotta jump down, spin around and cook a pot a day I got a pig who's nice and greasy, All you ladies shake it easy Gotta jump down, spin around and tote a pail o' water, Gotta jump down, spin around and tote a pail a day Gotta tote a pail a day Gotta jump down, spin around and tote a pail o' water Gotta jump down, spin around and tote a pail a day I don't know but I've been told, A gopher really don't live in a hole Gotta jump down, spin around and sweat a pail o' water, Gotta jump down, spin around and sweat a pail a day Gotta sweat a pail a day Gotta jump down, spin around and sweat a pail o' water Gotta jump down, spin around and sweat a pail a day |
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| 2. |
| 1:29 | 
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| 3. |
| 3:10 |
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| 4. |
| 1:34 |
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| 5. |
| 3:18 |
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When shadows fall and stars appear
A pain I feel I cannot bear If I could relive that faithful day I would not turn my love away I reveal how I do adore her Hang my heart on my sleeve just for her All my love thru-out life assure her If this moment I could Amour her. When I think of her tender lips Gentle touch of her finger-tips Reminisce on her eyes so fair Moonlight soft on her downy hair I reveal how I do adore her Hang my heart on my sleeve just for her All my love thru-out life assure her If this moment I could Amour her. If some day I should see her smile Hold her hand and me heart beguile Feel her warmth in her earnest prayer Darling shield me from all despair I reveal how I do adore her Hang my heart on my sleeve just for her All my love thru-out life assure her If this moment I could Amour her. Now I'm standing alone and sad Thinkin' upon the joys I've had Time makes fools of men they say Take me back to that distant day I reveal how I do adore her Hang my heart on my sleeve just for her All my love thru-out life assure her If this moment I could Amour her |
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| 6. |
| 3:38 |
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| 7. |
| 2:20 |
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| 8. |
| 4:35 |
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| 9. |
| 5:19 |
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| 10. |
| 3:06 |
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| 11. |
| 3:43 |
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Darling, go home, your husband is ill.
Is he ill? Let them give him a pill. Oh, come my dear Franz, just one more dance, Then I'll go home to my poor old man, Then I'll go home to my poor old man. Darling, go home, your husband is worse. Is he worse? Well I am no nurse. Oh, come my dear Franz, just one more dance, Then I'll go home to my poor old man, Then I'll go home to my poor old man. Darling, go home, your husband is dead. Is he dead? There's no more to be said Oh, come my dear Franz, just one more dance, Then I'll go home to my poor old man, Then I'll go home to my poor old man. Darling, go home, the will's to be read What's that you said? I said the will's to be read. Oh, no, no, my dear Franz, this is no time to dance, I must go weep for my poor old man, I must go weep for my poor old man. |
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| 12. |
| 2:59 |
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| 13. |
| 2:51 |
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| 14. |
| 5:27 |
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| 15. |
| 3:46 |
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| 16. |
| 3:27 |
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| 17. |
| 4:59 |
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Old King Cole was a merry old soul
And a merry old soul was he Called for his pipe And he called for his bowl And he called for his privates three "Beer, beer, beer", said the privates Merry men are we There's none so fair as can compare With the Fighting Infantry Old King Cole was a merry old soul And a merry old soul was he Called for his pipe And he called for his bowl And he called for his corporals three Hup two said the corporals Beer, beer, beer said the privates Merry men are we There's none so fair as can compare With the Fighting Infantry Old King Cole was a merry old soul And a merry old soul was he Called for his pipe And he called for his bowl And he called for his sergeants three Yeahhhhh, said the sergeants Hup two said the corporals Beer, beer, beer said the privates Merry men are we There's none so fair as can compare With the Fighting Infantry Old King Cole was a merry old soul And a merry old soul was he Called for his pipe And he called for his bowl And he called for his shavetails three We do all the work said the shavetails Yeahhhh, said the sergeants March you dump watch said the corporals Beer, beer, beer said the privates Merry men are we There's none so fair as can compare With the Fighting Infantry Old King Cole was a merry old soul And a merry old soul was he Called for his pipe And he called for his bowl And he called for his captains three Oh don't be late for the dance said the captains We do all the work, said the shavetails Yeahhhhh said the sergeants March to the guardhouse said the corporals Beer, beer, beer said the privates Merry men are we There's none so fair as can compare With the Fighting Infantry Old King Cole was a merry old soul And a merry old soul was he Called for his pipe And he called for his bowl And he called for his chaplains three Oh what a bloody mess, amen amen hallelujah Oh don't be late for the dance, said the captains We do all the work, said the shavetails Yeahhhh said the sergeants Put it in a bucket said the corporals Beer, beer, beer said the privates Merry men are we There's none so fair as can compare With the Fighting Infantry Old King Cole was a merry old soul And a merry old soul was he Called for his pipe And he called for his bowl And he called for his colonels three Oh what a lovely war, said the colonels Oh what a bloody mess, amen, amen hallelujah Oh don't be late for the dance said the captains We do al the work said the shavetails Yeahhhhh said the sergeants March to the end said the corporals Beer, beer, beer said the privates Merry men are we There's none so fair as can compare With the Fighting Infantry Old King Cole was a merry old soul And a merry old soul was he Called for his pipe And he called for his bowl And he called for his generals three Thuh, thuh, Oh come on fellahs, give a fellah break, Uh what's my next command said the generals Oh what a lovely war said the colonels Oh what a bloody mess, amen, Oh what a bloody mess said the captains Oh what a bloody mess, said the shavetails Oh what a bloody mess, said the sergeants Oh what a bloody mess said the sergeants Beer, beer, beer said the privates Merry men are we There's none so fair as can compare With the Fighting Infantry |
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| 18. |
| 8:04 |
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