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(Francis McPeake/Ewan MacColl)
As I was sitting with a jug and spoon, one Sunday morning in the month of June. A birdie sang in an ivy bunch and the song he sang was the jug of punch. [Chorus:] Tura lura lu, tura lura lu, tura lura lu, tura lura lu. A birdie sang in an ivy bunch and the song he sang was the jug of punch. What more diversion can a man desire than to court a girl by a cheerful fire? A carey pippin to crack and crunch and on the table a jug of punch. [Chorus] A carey pippin to crack and crunch and on the table a jug of punch. Ye mortal lords, drink your nectar wine and ye quality folk, sip your claret fine. I'd give them all the grapes in the bunch for a jolly pull at my jug of punch. [Chorus] I'd give them all the grapes in the bunch for a jolly pull at my jug of punch. Ye learned doctors, with all your art, cannot cure a depression on the heart. But even a cripple forgets his hunch when he's snug outside of a jug of punch. [Chorus] But even a cripple forgets his hunch when he's snug outside of a jug of punch. And when I'm dead and I'm in my grave, no costly tombstone do I ever crave. Just lay me down in my native peat with a jug of punch at my head and feet. [Chorus] Just lay me down in my native peat with a jug of punch at my head and feet. (Ooo, Ooo) |
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Joe Hickerson/Dave Guard
Was you ever in Quebec, bonny laddie, hielan' laddie, stowing timber on the deck, bonny hielan' laddie. Was you ever in Dundee, bonny laddie, hielan' laddie, there some pretty ships you'll see, bonny hielan' laddie. Chorus: Hey, ho, and away we go, bonny laddie, hielan' laddie. Hey, ho, and away we go, bonny hielan' laddie. This Boston town don't suit my notion and I'm bound for far away. So, I'll pack my bag and sail the ocean and I'll see you on another day. Was you ever in Mobile Bay, bonny laddie, hielan' laddie, loading cotton by the day, bonny hielan' laddie. Was you ever 'round Cape Horn, bonny laddie, hielan' laddie, with the Lion and the Unicorn, bonny hielan' laddie. (Chorus) One of these days and it won't be long and I'm bound for far away. You'll take a look around and find me gone and I'll see you on another day. Was you ever in Monterey, bonny laddie, hielan' laddie, on that town with three months pay, bonny hielan' laddie. Was you ever in Aberdeen, bonny laddie, hielan' laddie, prettiest girls that you've ever seen, bonny hielan' laddie. (Chorus) Farewell, dear friends, I'm leaving soon and I'm bound for far away. We'll meet again this coming June and I'll see you on another day. (Chorus) |
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Ameniza bala la la, ameniza bala la, la, ameniza bala la, la, ameniza bala la.
(Counter melody) Uta wena, uta wena, bawo we the uka da a banto kwakho. Waba dala, waba dala baba bini, bayindo da ne nha zana. Wali the the ne loli silli, semi yo kwa anamklanje. Umntu maka, umntu maka, shiyn yise amanya nay nomfay wakay. |
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Chorus:
I been doin' some hard travelin'. I thought you knowed. I been doin' some hard travelin', way down the road. I been doin' some hard travelin', hard ramblin', hard gamblin'. I been doin' some hard travelin', Lord. I been workin' in a hard rock tunnel. I thought you knowed. I been leanin' on a pressure drill, way down the road. Hammer flyin', air hose suckin', six feet of mud, I sure been muckin', I been doin' some hard travelin', Lord. (Chorus) I been workin' the Pittsburg steel. I thought you knowed. I been workin' that red-hot slag, way down the road. I been a-blastin'. I been a-firin'. I been a-duckin' that red-hot fire. I been doin' some hard travelin', Lord. (Chorus) Well, I've been hittin' that Lincoln highway. I thought you knowed. I been hittin' that sixty-six, way down the road. Well, a heavy load and a worried mind, I a-lookin' for a woman that is hard to find. I been doin' some hard travelin', Lord. (Chorus) |
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Hangman, hangman, hangman, slack your rope a while. Think I see my brother, ridin' many a mile.
Well, brother, did you bring me silver? Brother, did you bring me gold Or did you come to see me hangin' from the gallows poles? No, I didn't bring you any silver. No, I didn't bring any gold. I just come to see you hangin' from the gallows pole. Hangman, hangman, hangman, slack your rope a while. Think I see my father, ridin' many a mile. Well, father did you bring me any silver? Father, did you bring me any gold Or did you come to see me hangin' from the gallows poles? No, I didn't bring you any silver. No, I didn't bring any gold. I just come to see you hangin' from the gallows pole. Hangman, hangman, hangman, slack your rope a while. Think I see my sweetheart, ridin' many a mile. Well, sweetheart did you bring any silver? Sweetheart, did you bring a little gold Or did you come to see me hangin' from the gallows pole? Yes, I brought a little silver. Yes, I brought a little gold. I didn't come to see you hangin' from the gallows pole. |
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I used to ride a little old speckled roan. I told him lots of things I wouldn't have told at home.
I said to the speckled roan, said I, "I'm so lonesome I could die, but I ain't gonna stay lonesome very long." I used to ride a little ole yellow dun. Mending fences, rode him in the rain and sun. I said to the yellow dun, said I, "I'm gonna be rich or know the reason why. Gonna take my money to town and find the fun." And then I bought me a big old ropin' gray. Roped for money and I made it ev'ry day. But I said to the ropin' gray, said I, "I sure do miss that prairie sky," and he let out laughin' and he surely knowed the way. I brought my money home and I brought it home to stay. Couldn't have stayed in town, not another day. I'm gonna live out under a prairie sky. Gonna live out there 'till the day I die with the roan and the dun and the big old ropin' gray. |
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Nick Reynolds
Chorus: The river is wide I cannot see. Nor do I have light wings to fly. Build me a boat that can carry two and both shall row, my love and I. My love is like the lofty tree. It shudders fierce and then sways free. If it should fade when the summer's through, she'll bloom again when the spring shines through. When love is young, then love is fine. Just like a gem when first it's new. But love grows old and waxes cold and fades away like the morning dew. (Chorus) |
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I met a nice old man today, oh, yes, oh, and he sure had a lot to say, a good long time ago.
I've led a soldier's occupation, oh, yes, oh, in every part of this big nation, a good long time ago. I've seen the world and roamed its placed, oh, yes, oh. I guess I've been in a million places, a good long time ago. But there are times when soldiering gets lonely, you long for friendly company. So when you find an unfamiliar city, here's advice that always worked for me. When your train gets into town, oh, yes, oh, just make a bee line to the pound, a good long time ago. Don't just wander helter-skelter, oh, yes, oh, seek the nearest animal shelter, a good long time ago. You soon will find the truest of companions. A little dog can melt a heart of stone. Just when you think you're up a dreary canyon, a puppy's love can bring you close to home. Find a store and buy some twine, oh, yes, oh. Now tie the doggie to the line, a good long time ago. Thus prepared for any weather, oh, yes, oh. Dog and man will stand together, a good long time ago. For mothers warn their daughters of the dangers of soldiers in their quest for girls. Never, never speak to strangers unless their from the canine world. A sweet young maid in passing by, oh, yes, oh, saw my smile but made no reply, a good long time ago. The puppy fixed his gaze upon her, oh, yes, oh, two steps more and she was a goner, a good long time ago. The sands of time have swept away the heart aches, the tears, the parting, and the pain. The pup I gave her for a keep sake will always remind me of what's her name (what's her name?) |
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When I sailed into Portland town, I called upon my dear. Her window held a candle. It's light shone bright and clear.
I walked up to her doorstep. I knew she was within. Her candle told the story, boys, and I was home again. I like her good behaviour. I like her easy way. I cannot sleep contented. The night seems like the day. To sail in muddy weather, it makes me want to shout and roll her in my arms, boys, and blow the candle out. When I got home to Portland, 'twas as I said before. The candle at the window and my love at the door. We let the candle go, boys. We had no care or strife. We went to see the parson and she became my wife. And when we have a baby, boys, we'll name him after me. She'll keep him neat and kiss him and rock him on her knee, And when this trip is over, I'll sail no more about. Yes, I'll remain in Portland, Maine, to blow the candle out. |
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Gonna find a bran' new gal. Don't want one who's lazy 'cause the one I got right now, 'bout to drive me crazy.
'Bout to drive me crazy. 'Bout to drive me wild. 'Bout to drive me down that road more'n a hundred miles. I don't want a workin' gal, one whose face is flow'ry. I just want a country gal who'll have a handsome dowry. I don't want a city gal, one who's kind-a lazy 'cause I got a gal in town 'bout to drive me crazy. 'Bout to drive me crazy. 'Bout to drive me wild. 'Bout to drive me down that road more'n a hundred miles. I don't want a city gal who sips of cherry wine. I want a gal to share with me my country turpentine. Reaching for that mountain, leave her here in town. Boarding at a big hotel, run her money down. Run her money down, boys, run her money down. Boarding at that big hotel, run her money down. She lived here when I met her. She'll live here when I'm gone. She'll stay around, run her money down, but me, I'm moving on. Me, I'm moving on, boys. Me, I'm moving on. Stay and run her money down, me I'm movin' on. 'Bout to drive me crazy. 'Bout to drive me wild. 'Bout to drive me down that road more'n hundred miles. |
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Frankie and Johnnie were sweet hearts. They had a quarrel one day. Johnny vowed he would leave her.
He said he was going away. Never coming home. Goin' away to roam. "My love, Johnny, please stay. Now, oh, my honey, I've done you wrong but please don't go away." Then Johnny sighed while Frankie cried. Chorus: "Oh, I'm a-going away. I'm a-goin' to stay. Never coming home. You're gonna miss me ,honey, in the days to come When the winter winds begin to blow, the ground is covered up And when you think of the way, you're gonna wish me back, your lovin' man, You're gonna miss me, honey, in the day they say's to come." Frankie done said to her Johnny, "Now man your hour done come." "Cause from behind her kimono she drew her forty-four gun. "These love affairs are hard to bear!" Johnny, he fled down the stairway. "My love, Frankie, don't shoot!" Frankie done aimed the forty-four While the town went rooty-toot-toot. As Johnny fell, then Frankie yelled, (Chorus) "Send for your rubber tired hearses. Send for your rubber tired hacks. Carry old Johnny to the graveyard, I've shot him in the back With a great big gun as the preacher begun. Send for some policeman to take me right away. Lock me down in the dungeon cell and throw the key away. My Johnny's dead because he said. (Chorus) |
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It's a mighty hard road that my poor hands have hoed. My poor feet have traveled a hot, dusty road.
Out of your dust bowls and westward we rode. Your deserts were hot and your mountains were cold. I've wandered all over this green growing land. Wherever your crops were, I've lent you my hands. On the edge of your city you'll see me and then, I come with the dust and I go with the wind. California, Arizona, I've worked all your crops. Then it's North up to Oregon to gather your hops. Dig the beets from your ground. Cut the grapes from your vines to set on your table that light sparkling wine. Green pastures of plenty from dry desert ground from the Grand Coulee dam where the waters run down Every state in the Union this migrant has been. I come with the dust and I go with the wind. It's always we ramble that river and I all along your green valley, I'll work 'til I die. And I'll travel this road until death sets me free for my pastures of plenty must always be green. I come with the dust and I go with the wind. |
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Dave Guard/Jane Bowers
There is treasure hidden there, on the coast of California. El Diego hid it there when the Clera ran aground On the coast of California, deep within a cave that's never seen. Treasure, stolen from the Incas, we could capture for the Queen. There's a mountain in the ocean on the coast of California and deep within its side the tides of night alone reveal El Diego's hidden cave where we'll plunder the riches of Grenada. While the Spaniard, blind with pleasure plays ashore in Ensenada. We will sail before the dawn along the coast of California. El Diego is delayed. The wine and woman hold their sway And our map is clearly drawn to the dark and stormy shore. On the coast of California lies a mighty prize of war. Tell not a soul that you have seen me. Breathe not a word of what I say. (Repeat line) |
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When I was seventeen, it was a very good year. It was a very good year for small town girls and soft summer nights.
We'd hide from the light on the village green when I was seventeen. When I was twenty-one, it was a very good year. It was a very good year for city girls who lived up the stairs With perfumed hair that came undone when I was twenty-one. When I was thirty-five, it was a very good year. It was a very good year for blue-blooded girls of independent means. We'd ride in limousines. Their chauffeurs would drive when I was thirty-five. But now the days are short, I'm in the autumn of the year and now I think of my life as vintage wine from fine old kegs. From the brim to the dregs, it poured sweet and clear. It was a very good year. |
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Riu, riu, chiu, la guarda ribera. Dios guardo el lobo de nuestra cordera. Dios guardo el lobo de nuestra cordera.
Chorus: Riu, riu, chiu, la guarda ribera, Dios guardo el lobo, el lobo de nuestra cordera, Dios guardo el lobo, el lobo de nuestra cordera. El lobo rabioso la quiso morder, mas dios podero so la su po defender. Wuiso le hacer que no pudies se pecar, niaun original esta virgen no tuviera. (Chorus) Este qu'es nacido es el gran monarca Cristo patriarca de carne vestido Ha nos redimido con se hacer chiquito, que era infinito, finito se hiciera. (Chorus) Este viene a dar a los muertos vida, y viene a reparar de todos la caida, Es la luz del dia a que este mozuelo este es el cordero que San Juan dijera. (Chorus) Yo vi mil garzones que andavan cantando, por aqui volando haciendo mil sones Diciendo a garzones gloria sea en el cielo, y paz en el suelo pues Jesus naciera. (Chorus) Pues que ya tenemos lo que desamos todos juntos vamos presentes llevemos, Todos le daremos nuestra voluntad, pues a se iqualar con nosotros viniera. (Chorus) |
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Come, my love, and go with me. Ah, my love, I greet thee. Take you down to Tennessee. Meet you by and by.
Don't you hear them hollerin' now. Ah, my love, I need thee. Ain't there goin' to be a row! Meet you by and by. Chorus: Get away from that window, my love and my dove. Get away from that window, don't ya hear? Come some other night for there's gonna be a fight. There'll be razors flyin' through the air. Pack a poke and come with me. Ah, my love, don't greet me. Shoe your foot in Tennessee. Meet you by and by. Out that window, sweet and soft. Ah, my, believe me. Hurry love and we'll be off. Meet you by and by. (Chorus) Someone's slipping down the hall. Hush, my love, be quiet. Don't you make no noise at all. Meet you by and by. Hear that blind man blow his horn. Goin' to be a riot. All those boys are full of corn. Meet you by and by. (Chorus) |
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There's a winding road and a tall pine tree, by the tall pine tree, she waits for me.
Oh, yes, she waits in the little green house that sits on top of Billy Goat Hill. Chorus: I left my love in the little green house. I left my love with a broken heart. I left my love in the little green house that sits on top of Billy Goat Hill. There's a white front porch and a ramblin' rose, by the ramblin' rose we made our vow. Oh, yes, we vowed in the little green house that sits on top of Billy Goat Hill (Chorus) I'll return some day to the winding road to my one true love who waits for me. Yes, there she'll be in the little green house that sits on top of Billy Goat Hill (Chorus) |
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Woody Guthrie
Chorus: This land is your land. This land is my land from California to the New York island, From the red wood forest to the Gulf stream waters. This land was made for you and me. As I was walkin' that ribbon of a highway, I saw above me that endless skyway. I saw below me that golden valley. This land was made for you and me. (Chorus) I roamed and rambled and I followed my footsteps to the sparklin' sands of her diamond desert And all around me a voice was sounding, "This land was made for you and me." The sun came shining and I was strolling and the wheat fields waving and the dust clouds rolling As the fog was lifting a voice was calling, "This land was made for you and me." (Chorus) |
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Run Molly, run (oh, Molly). Run Molly, run. Long John's gonna beat you, beneath the shinin' sun. Long John was the youngest horse and Molly was the old. Molly was an old grey mare and he was a stallion bold, oh, Lordy, he was a stallion bold. Long John said to Molly, "You're runnin' your last race 'Cause when I turn my head around I'm gonna see your face, old gal, I'm gonna see your face." Molly said to Long John, "Don't take me for a fool. If you didn't cut your ears and tail, I'd think you were a mule (Yeah!) I'd think you were a mule." Long John, he got mad, oh, Lord, and shook his wooly mane. "Last time that I run, old girl, I beat the Memphis train. I beat the Memphis train." (Chorus) See them waitin' on the track. The man, he hollered, "Go!" Long John runnin' fast, Lord, Molly runnin' slow. Molly runnin' slow. Long John said to Molly, "Take a last look at the sky. 'Cause baby when I pass you by, my dust's gonna blind your eye, oh, Lord, my dust's gonna blind your eye." Run, Molly, run. Look out for the turn, oh, Lordy, Lordy, here she comes! Long John beatin' Molly. Wait, what do I see? Molly passin' Long John. Molly runnin' free, oh, Lordy, Molly runnin' free. Run Molly, run (oh Molly). Run Molly, run. Put old Long John out to stud and let old Molly run! |
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Jane Bowers/Dave Guard
Don't you remember, Senora, when you had a love of your own? You had a duenna, Senora. You had a kind chaperone. Didn't she sometimes, Senora, grant you a moment alone? Once in a garden, Senora, didn't your love steal a kiss? Surely a moment remembered stirs in a setting like this. Surely, within such a garden, wisdom can smile upon bliss. Cruel is the curfew, Senora, cruelly and strictly imposed. Soon Don Hernando will signal, bidding the gate to be closed. Who'd be the wiser, Senora, if, for a moment you dozed? Don't you remember, Senora, you had a love of your own. You had a duena, Senora. You had a kind chaperone. I love her dearly, Senora. Grant us a moment alone. I love her dearly, Senora. Grant us a moment alone. |
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Will Holt
When I was just a little boy, my father said to me, "Come here and learn a lesson from the lovely lemon tree. My son, it's most important," my father said to me, "to put your faith in what you feel and not in what you see." Chorus: Lemon tree, very pretty and the lemon flower is sweet, but the fruit of the poor lemon is a thing one cannot eat. (Repeat chorus) Beneath that Lemon Tree one day, my love and I did lie. A girl so sweet that when she smiled, the sun rose in the sky. We passed the summer lost in love beneath the Lemon Tree. The music of her laughter hid my father's words from me. (Chorus) One day she left without a word. She took away the sun and in the dark she left behind, I knew what she had done. She left me for another. It's a common tale but true. A sadder man but wiser now, I sing these words to you. (Chorus) |
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You don't knock. (You don't knock.)You just walk on in. The door (the door)
into heaven's inn. There's love (there's love) and joy for you to share (to share) the whole day through. I know (I know) my friends are there to rest (to rest) in the heaven's nest. You don't knock, ring, punch a hole. The door's wide open a-waitin' for your soul. You don't knock just walk on in. I've walked life's winding road (Oh, yeah!) 'cause I'm tryin' to bear the load (Oh, yeah!) And I traveled both night and day. (Oh, yeah!) So tired I could hardly pray (Oh, yeah!) Well, Jesus, my light and guide, (Oh, yeah!) oh, He's ever by my side. (Oh, yeah!) So, I'm walkin', not a-knockin', into heaven with pride. I'll have no need to fear. (Oh, yeah!) Well, He is ever near. (Oh, yeah!) He'll know my work was true. (Oh, yeah!) So glad the day is through. (Yeah!) Well it wasn't for me to say. (Oh, yeah!) I didn't think I'd make my way. (Oh, yeah!)' So, I'm walkin', not a-knockin', to heaven with pride. Repeat first verse |
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Gang man, make the bed. A cross tie at your head. For we can't lay the track 'til the benders off your back.
Gang man, make the bed. Carry man, get the feel. Heave that ply of steel. We can't get to town 'til I bring my hammer down. Carry man, get the feel. Spiker, place your nail. Right beside the rail. I can drive all you've got 'cause I keep my hammer hot. Spiker, place your nail. Big train, stay off my back. You got a thousand mile of track. I can hear your whistle blow but there ain't no where to go. Big train, stay off my back. Captain let it be. You know you can't hurry me. You won't give me my time 'cause you know I'm in my prime. Captain, let it be. Listen to my hammer whine. We got ninety mile of track to line. We can do what we like when we drive the golden spike. Listen to my hammer whine. |
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(Bob Shane/Nick Reynolds/John Stewart)
[Note sounded like a pitch pipe] "Thank you, Sister." [Chorus:] Oh, Mary, don't you weep, don't you mourn. [Repeat] Didn't Pharaoh's army get (hut!) drownded? Oh, Mary, don't you weep. [Repeat first time] Well, Satan got mad and he knows I'm glad. Missed that soul that he thought he had. Now, didn't Pharaoh's army get drownded? Oh, Mary, don't you weep. [Chorus] Well, one of these nights around twelve o'clock, this old town's gonna really rock. Didn't Pharaoh's army get drownded? Oh, Mary, don't you weep. [Chorus] Cheer up, sisters and don't you cry. There'll be good times bye and bye. Didn't Pharaoh's army get drownded? Oh, Mary, don't you weep. [Chorus 2x] |
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I've tasted the wines of France and I've tasted the wines of Spain and though many a wine is the same,
There are none like the wines of Madeira. I've courted the girls of France and I've courted the girls of Spain and though most pretty girls are the same, There are none like the girls of Madeira. Oh, the girls who tend the vineyards in the provinces of France are the gayest girls for courting and they love to sing and dance, And they're happy in their vineyards and they smile upon romance and indeed, I would defend for you, the provinces of France, But there's not a vineyard anywhere that can compare with what I know. Why? I'll tell you why or better yet, come and we'll go. Oh, the girls who tend the vineyards in the provinces of Spain, they are spirited and fiery whether beautiful or plain, They are splendid in their vineyards in their languorous refrain and indeed, I would defend for you the provinces of Spain. But there's not a vineyard anywhere that can compare with what I know. Why? I'll tell you why or better yet, come and we'll go. You boast of the wines in France and you boast of the wines in Spain but your boast makes it very plain, That you not had the wines of Madeira. You boast of the girls in France and you boast of the girls in Spain but your boast makes it very plain, That you've not seen the girls of Madeira. |
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