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In the days of eighteen and one
Peg and awl In the days of eighteen and one Peg and awl In the days of eighteen and one Peggin' shoes was all I done Hand me down my pegs my pegs my pegs my awl In the days of eighteen and two Peg and awl In the days of eighteen and two Peg and awl In the days of eighteen and two Peggin' shoes was all I'd do Hand me down my pegs my pegs my pegs my awl In the days of eighteen and three Peg and awl In the days of eighteen and three Peg and awl In the days of eighteen and three Peggin' shoes was all you'd see Hand me down my pegs my pegs my pegs my awl In the days of eighteen and four Peg and awl In the days of eighteen and four Peg and awl In the days of eighteen and four I said I'd peg those shoes no more Throw away my pegs my pegs my pegs my awl They've invented a new machine Peg and awl They've invented a new machine Peg and awl They've invented a new machine Prettiest little thing you ever seen Throw away my pegs my pegs my pegs my awl Makes one hundred pairs to my one Peg and awl Makes one hundred pairs to my one Peg and awl Makes one hundred pairs to my one Peggin' shoes it ain't no fun Throw away my pegs my pegs my pegs my pegs my awl |
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Let me tell you the story of a line that was held,
And many brave men and women whose courage we know well, How we held the line at Peekskill on that long September day! We will hold the line forever till the people have their way. [Chorus (after each verse):] Hold the line! Hold the line! As we held the line at Peekskill We will hold it everywhere. Hold the line! Hold the line! We will hold the line forever Till there's freedom ev'rywhere. There was music, there was singing, people listened everywhere; The people they were smiling, so happy to be there - While on the road behind us, the fascists waited there, Their curses could not drown out the music in the air. The grounds were all surrounded by a band of gallant men, Shoulder to shoulder, no fascist could get in, The music of the people was heard for miles around, Well guarded by the workers, their courage made us proud. When the music was all over, we started to go home, We did not know the trouble and the pain that was to come, We go into our buses and drove out through the gate, And saw the gangster police, their faces filled with hate. Then without any warning the rocks began to come, The cops and troopers laughed to see the damage that was done, They ran us through a gauntlet, to their everlasting shame, And the cowards there attacked us, damnation to their name. All across the nation the people heard the tale, And marveled at the concert, and knew we had not failed, We shed our blood at Peekskill, and suffered many a pain, But we beat back the fascists and we'll beat them back again! |
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Passing through, passing through,
Sometimes happy, sometimes blue. Glad that I ran into you; Tell the people that you saw me passing through. I saw Adam leave the garden With an apple in his hand, I said, "Now you're out What are you gonna do? Plant some crops and pray for rain, Maybe raise a little Cain, I'm an orphan and I'm only passing through." I saw Jesus on the cross On that hill called Calvary. "Do you hate mankind for what they've done to you?" He said, "Speak of love, not hate. Things to do, it's getting late, I've so little time and I'm just passing through." I shivered with George Washington One night at Valley Forge, "Why do the soldiers freeze here like they do?" He said, "Men will suffer, fight, Even die for what is right, Even though they know they're only passing through." I was at Franklin Roosevelt's side Just a while before he died, He said, "One world must come out of World War Two, Yankee, Russian, white or tan, Lord, a man is just a man, We're all brothers and we're only passing through." |
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Little boxes on the hillside,
Little boxes made of ticky tacky, Little boxes on the hillside, Little boxes all the same. There's a green one and a pink one And a blue one and a yellow one, And they're all made out of ticky tacky And they all look just the same. And the people in the houses All went to the university, Where they were put in boxes And they came out all the same, And there's doctors and lawyers, And business executives, And they're all made out of ticky tacky And they all look just the same. And they all play on the golf course And drink their martinis dry, And they all have pretty children And the children go to school, And the children go to summer camp And then to the university, Where they are put in boxes And they come out all the same. And the boys go into business And marry and raise a family In boxes made of ticky tacky And they all look just the same. There's a green one and a pink one And a blue one and a yellow one, And they're all made out of ticky tacky And they all look just the same. |
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How do I know my youth is all spent? My get up and go has got up and went In spite of it all, I'm able to grin When I think of the places my get up has been Old age is golden, I think I've heard said But sometimes I wonder as I crawl into bed My ears in a drawer, my teeth in a cup My eyes on the table until I wake up As sleep dims my vision, I say to myself Is there anything else I should lay on the shelf? But nations are warring and business is vexed So I'll stick around to see what happens next (chorus) When I was younger, my slippers were red I could kick up my heels right over my head When I was older my slippers were blue But still I could dance the whole night thru Now I am old, my slippers are black I huff to the store and I puff my way back But never you laugh, I don't mind at all I'd rather be huffing than not puff at all (chorus) I get up each morning and dust off my wits Open the paper and read the obits If I'm not there, I know I'm not dead So I eat a good breakfast and go back to bed |
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Oh what will you give me?
Say the sad bells of Rhymney. Is there hope for the future? Cry the brown bells of Merthyr. Who made the mine owner? Say the black bells of Rhondda. And who robbed the miner? Cry the grim bells of Blaina. They will plunder will-nilly, Cry the bells of Caerphilly. They have fangs, they have teeth, Shout the loud bells of Neath. Even God is uneasy, Say the moist bells of Swansea. And what will you give me? Say the sad bells of Rhymney. Throw the vandals in court, Say the bells of Newport. All will be well if, if, if, Cry the green bells of Cardiff. Why so worried, sisters why? Sang the silver bells of Wye. And what will you give me? Say the sad bells of Rhymney? |
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It was back in nineteen forty-two,
I was a member of a good platoon. We were on maneuvers in-a Loozianna, One night by the light of the moon. The captain told us to ford a river, That's how it all begun. We were -- knee deep in the Big Muddy, But the big fool said to push on. The Sergeant said, "Sir, are you sure, This is the best way back to the base?" "Sergeant, go on! I forded this river 'Bout a mile above this place. It'll be a little soggy but just keep slogging. We'll soon be on dry ground." We were -- waist deep in the Big Muddy And the big fool said to push on. The Sergeant said, "Sir, with all this equipment No man will be able to swim." "Sergeant, don't be a Nervous Nellie," The Captain said to him. "All we need is a little determination; Men, follow me, I'll lead on." We were -- neck deep in the Big Muddy And the big fool said to push on. All at once, the moon clouded over, We heard a gurgling cry. A few seconds later, the captain's helmet Was all that floated by. The Sergeant said, "Turn around men! I'm in charge from now on." And we just made it out of the Big Muddy With the captain dead and gone. We stripped and dived and found his body Stuck in the old quicksand. I guess he didn't know that the water was deeper Than the place he'd once before been. Another stream had joined the Big Muddy 'Bout a half mile from where we'd gone. We were lucky to escape from the Big Muddy When the big fool said to push on. Well, I'm not going to point any moral; I'll leave that for yourself Maybe you're still walking, you're still talking You'd like to keep your health. But every time I read the papers That old feeling comes on; We're -- waist deep in the Big Muddy And the big fool says to push on. Waist deep in the Big Muddy And the big fool says to push on. Waist deep in the Big Muddy And the big fool says to push on. Waist deep! Neck deep! Soon even a Tall man'll be over his head, we're Waist deep in the Big Muddy! And the big fool says to push on! |
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The words mean, I am a truthful man
From the land of the palm trees And before dying, I want to share the poems of my soul My poems are soft green, My poems are also flaming crimson My poems are like a wounded fawn Seeking refuge in the forest The last verse says "con los pobres de la tierra" With the poor people of this earth I want to share my fate The streams of the mountain Pleases me more than the sea |
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Our fathers bled at Valley Forge.
The snow was red with blood, Their faith was warm at Valley Forge, Their faith was brotherhood. [Chorus:] Wasn't that a time, wasn't that a time, A time to try the soul of man, Wasn't that a terrible time? Brave men who died at Gettysburg Now lie in soldier's graves, But there they stemmed the slavery tide, And there the faith was saved. [Chorus] The fascists came with chains and war To prison us in hate. And many a good man fought and died To save the stricken faith. [Chorus] And now again the madmen come, And should our vic'try fail? There is no vic'try in a land Where free men go to jail. Isn't this a time! Isn't this a time! A time to try the soul of man, Isn't this a terrible time? Our faith cries out we have no fear We dare to reach our hand To other neighbors far and near To friends in every land. Isn't this a time! Isn't this a time! A time to free the soul of man! Isn't this a wonderful time! [Two additional verses written by Lee Hays and sung at the 1980 Weavers reunion:] How many times we've gone to kill In freedom's holy name. And children died to save the pride Of rulers without shame. Informers took their Judas pay To tell their sorry tale And gangs in Congress had their way And free souls went to jail |
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We are climbing Jacob's ladder
We are climbing Jacob's ladder We are climbing Jacob's ladder Brothers, sisters, all Every rung goes higher and higher Every rung goes higher and higher Every rung goes higher and higher Brothers, sisters, all We are dancing Sarah's circle We are dancing Sarah's circle We are dancing Sarah's circle Sisters, brothers, all Every round a generation Every round a generation Every round a generation Sisters, brothers, all We are climbing Jacob's ladder We are climbing Jacob's ladder We are climbing Jacob's ladder Brothers, sisters, all ------------- Lyrics Powered by LyricFind Written By HORNSBY, BRUCE / HORNSBY, JONATHAN <i>Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.</i> |
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English is the most widely spoken language in the history of the planet.
One out of every seven human beings can speak or read it. Half the world's books, 3/4 of the international mail are in English. It has the largest vocabulary, perhaps two million words, And a noble body of literature. But face it: English is cuh-ray-zee! Just a few examples: There's no egg in eggplant, no pine or apple in pineapple. Quicksand works slowly; boxing rings are square. A writer writes, but do fingers fing? Hammers don't ham, grocers don't groce. Haberdashers don't haberdash. English is cuh-ray-zee! If the plural of tooth is teeth, shouldn't the plural of booth be beeth? It's one goose, two geese. Why not one moose, two meese? If it's one index, two indices; why not one Kleenex,two Kleenices? English is cuh-ray-zee! You can comb through the annals of history, but not just one annal. You can make amends, but not just one amend. If you have a bunch of odds and ends and get rid of all but one, is it an odd or an end? If the teacher taught, why isn't it true that a preacher praught? If you wrote a letter, did you also bote your tongue? And if a vegetarian eats vegetables, what does a humanitarian eat? English is cuh-ray-zee! Why is it that night falls but never breaks and day breaks but never falls? In what other language do people drive on the parkway and park on the driveway? Ship by truck but send cargo by ship? Recite at a play but play at a recital? Have noses that run and feet that smell? English is cuh-ray-zee! How can a slim chance and a fat chance be the same When a wise man and a wise guy are very different? To overlook something and to oversee something are very different, But quite a lot and quite a few are the same. How can the weather be hot as hell one day and cold as hell the next? English is cuh-ray-zee! You have to marvel at the lunacy of a language in which your house can burn down While it is burning up. You fill out a form by filling it in. In which your alarm clock goes off by going on. If pro is the opposite of con, what is the opposite of progress? Well, English was invented by people, not computers And reflects the creativity of the human race. So that's why when the stars are out, they're visible, But when the lights are out, they're invisible. When I wind up my watch I start it, but when I wind up this rap, I end it. English is cuh-ray-zee! |
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To make a long, long story terse,
Be it blessing, be it curse. The Lord designed the universe With built in obsolescence. Each twinkling little star and sun Enjoys its own atomic run, Exploding when its time is done With cosmic incandescence. Astronomers predict someday Our own sun will blaze away; They'll be a glorious display Of sunburst helium masses. Our little planet earth below Will join the pyrotechnic show, With blazing hydrogen aglow And thermonuclear gasses. Thank God this great combustion day Is several billion years away. So as philosophers all say Why fret, why fume, why worry? A jillion moons will wane and wax Sit down, make out your income tax. Enjoy your life, be calm, relax, For God is in no hurry. But, oh, my friends, I have a hunch Mankind might beat God to the punch. |
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