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Die gedanken sind frei
My thoughts freely flower Die gedanken sind frei My thoughts give me power No scholar can map them No hunter can trap them No man can deny Die gedanken sind frei I think as I please And this gives me pleasure My conscience decrees This right I must treasure My thoughts will not cater To duke or dictator No man can deny Die gedanken sind frei Tyrants can take me And throw me in prison My thoughts will burst forth Like blossoms in season Foundations may crumble And structures may tumble But free men shall cry Die gedanken sind frei |
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| 3. |
| 3:51 |
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There was a wealthy merchant, in London he did dwell
He had a lovely daughter, the truth to you I'll tell Oh, the truth to you I'll tell Her sweethearts they were plentiful, she courted day and night Until on Jackie Fraser she placed her heart's delight Oh, she placed her heart's delight "Oh daughter dearest daughter, your body I'll confine If none but Jack the sailor can ever suit your mind Oh, can ever suit your mind" "This body you may 'prison, my heart you can't confine There's none but Jackie Fraser shall have this heart o' mine Oh, shall have this heart o' mine" Her parents saw him comin', they flew in an angry way They gave him forty shillings to bear him far away Oh, to bear him far away He sailed across the ocean, across the deep blue sea Till safely he was landed in the wars of Germany Oh, the wars of Germany She went down to a tailor shop, she dressed in men's array She laboured for the captain to bear her far away Oh, to bear her far away "Before you step on board, sir, your name I'd like to know" She smiled all in her countenance, "They call me Jackaro Oh, they call me Jackaro" "Your waist is far too slender, your fingers they are small Your cheeks too red and rosy to face the cannonball Oh, to face the cannonball" "I know my waist is slender, my fingers they are small, But I would not change my countenance to see ten thousand fall Oh, to see ten thousand fall" She sailed across the ocean, across the deep blue sea Till safely she was landed in the wars of Germany Oh, the wars of Germany She went out to the battlefield, she viewed it up and down Among the dead and dying, her darling boy she found Oh, her darling boy she found She picked him up most tenderly, she carried him to the town She sent for a physician to cure up all his wounds Oh, to cure up all his wounds This couple now are married, so well did they agree, This couple now are married, so why not you and me? Oh, so why not you and me? |
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| 4. |
| 2:25 |
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An old man came courting me
Hey do a dority An old man came courting me Me being young An old man came courting me All for to marry me Maids when you're young never wed an old man For he's got no faloodorum, fadidledo doorum For he's got no faloodoorum, fadidleday He's got no faloorum, he's lost his ding doorum So maids when you're young, never wed an old man Now when we went to the church, hey do a dority When we went to the church, me being young When we went to the church, he left me in the lurch Maids when you're young, never wed an old man Now when we went to our bed, hey do a dority Now when we went to our bed, me being young When we went to our bed, he neither done nor said Maids when you're young never wed an old man Now when he went to sleep, hey do a dority Now when we went to sleep, me being young When we went to sleep, out of bed I did creep Into the arms of a handsome young man And I found his falodoorum, fa didle dodoorum I found his faloodoorum, fa didle all day I found his falodoorum and he got my dingdoorum So maids when you're young never wed an old man |
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| 1:50 |
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John Brown's body lies a-moulderin' in the grave
John Brown's body lies a-moulderin' in the grave John Brown's body lies a-moulderin' in the grave But his soul goes marching on The stars above in heaven are lookin' kindly down The stars above in heaven are lookin' kindly down The stars above in heaven are lookin' kindly down On the grave of old John Brown Glory glory hallelujah Glory glory hallelujah Glory glory hallelujah His soul goes marching on He captured Harper's Ferry with his nineteen men so true He frightened old Virginia 'til she trembled through and through They hung him for a traitor, they themselves the traitor crew But his soul goes marching on Glory glory hallelujah Glory glory hallelujah Glory glory hallelujah His soul goes marching on |
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| 3:06 |
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I'm goin' across the mountains, oh fare ye well
Goin' 'cross the mountains, you can hear my banjo tell Got my rations on my back, my powder it is dry Goin' across the mountains, oh Chrissy don't you cry Goin' across the mountain, to join the boys in blue When this fightin's over, I'll come back to you Goin' across the mountains if I have to crawl To give old Jeff's men a little o' my rifle ball 'Speck you'll miss me when I'm gone, but I'm goin' through When this fightin's over, I'll come back to you Way before it's good daylight, if nothin' happens to me I'll be way down yonder, in old Tennessee Goin' across the mountain, oh fare ye well Goin' 'cross the mountain, you can hear my banjo tell Goin' across the mountain, oh fare ye well Goin' 'cross the mountain, Chrissy fare you well Goin' across the mountain, to join the boys in blue When this fightin's over, I'll come back to you |
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| 2:04 |
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Come and listen to my story, come and listen to my song.
I'll tell you of a hero, he's now dead and gone He was the bravest union boy that I have ever seen Expecting to be shot on site, or taken for a ride By them dirty coal operators A'shootin down the union men wherever they were found Gave his life in struggle That was all that he could do He died for the union, Also for me and you. |
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| 3:27 |
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King Henry marched forth, a sword in his hand
Two thousand horsemen all at his command In a fortnight the rivers ran red through the land The year fifteen hundred and twenty The year it is now nineteen sixty five It's easier far to stay half alive Just keep your mouth shut while the planes zoom and dive Ten thousand miles over the ocean Simon was drafted in sixty three In sixty four, sent over the sea Last month this letter he sent to me He said, "You won't like what I'm saying" He said, "We've no friends here, no hardly a one We've got a few generals who just want our guns But it will take more than that if we're ever to win Why, we'll have to flatten the country" "It's my own troops I have to watch out for," he said "I sleep with a pistol right under my head" He wrote this last month, last week he was dead And Simon came home in a casket I mind my own business, I watch my TV Complain about taxes but pay anyway In a civilized manner my forefathers betray Who long ago struggled for freedom But each day a new headline screams at my bluff On TV some general says we must be tough In my dreams I stare at this family I love All gutted and spattered with napalm King Henry marched forth, a sword in his hand Two thousand horsemen all at his command In a fortnight the rivers ran red through the land The year fifteen hundred and twenty The year it is now nineteen sixty five It's easier far to stay half alive Just keep your mouth shut while the planes zoom and dive Ten thousand miles over the ocean |
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| 1:49 |
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| 3:28 |
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(Schmertz)
When Great Grandfather was a gay young man And Great Grandmother was his bride They found a lot, a jolly little spot Over on the old North Side It sloped down toward the river, from River Avenue Great Grandma said that it would give her Such a lovely view So they took a look in Godey's Ladies Book To see what they could find And they found a house, a jolly little house, With a Queen Anne front And a Mary Anne behind. Now, Great Grandfather was a handy man Who never wasted any time He found a crew that knew just what to do With white pine, common brick, and lime. He said, "I'll build a big veranda, where Amanda can perch. "And I'll sit there myself on Sunday mornings "When everybody else has gone to church." The neighbors said, "He's crazy in the head "He's surely lost his mind." But he built that house, that jolly little house, With a Queen Anne front And a Mary Anne behind. Now, Great Grandpa at last was laid to rest With Great Grandmother at his side. Old Aunt Amanda said, "My land, an "Empty house I can't abide. "I'll start a ladies' seminary, it will be very select. "Of course, it will be very necessary "That all my girls be circumspect." As you may guess, it was a big success Those girls were so refined In that self-same house, that jolly little house, With a Queen Anne front And a Mary Anne behind. Now, Aunt Amanda's work at last was done And she passed on to her reward. Appeared a sign that bore the line Announcing simply, "Room and Board." The house was soon filled with roomers, of every degree Red flannel underwear and bloomers Hung out for everyone to see. The old porch stoop had started in to droop The house looked so resigned That self-same house, that jolly little house, With a Queen Anne front And a Mary Anne behind. Now that old house was looking worse and worse And so was River Avenue. Wooden shacks across the tracks Spoiled Great Grandma's lovely view. A group of very pretty ladies moved in there one day. The were such pretty Sues and Sadies But a wagon came and took them all away. Said one old dame, "Now isn't it a shame "My girls were so refined." But they closed that house, that jolly little house, With a Queen Anne front And a Mary Anne behind. |
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The workers on the S.P. line for strike sent out a call
But Casey Jones the engineer he wouldn't strike at all His boiler it was leakin' and the drivers on the bum And the engines and the bearin' they were all out o' plum Casey Jones, kept his junkpile runnin' Casey Jones, was doin' double-time Casey Jones, got a wooden medal For bein' good and faithful on the S.P. line Well the workers said to Casey "Won't you help us win this strike" But Casey said "Let me alone, you'd better take hike" Well Casey's wheezy engine ran right off the wheezy track And Casey hit the river with an awful smack Casey Jones, hit the river bottom Casey Jones, broke his bloomin' spine Casey Jones, became an angelino He took a trip to heaven on the S.P. line Well Casey got to heaven, way up to that pearly gate He said "I'm Casey Jones, the guy that pulled the S.P. freight" "You're just the man" said Peter, "our musicians are on strike You can get a job a-scabbin' any time you like" Casey Jones, got a job in heaven Casey Jones, was doin' mighty fine Casey Jones, went scabbin' on the angels Just like he did to workers on the S.P. line Well the angels got together, they said it wasn't fair For Casey Jones to go around a-scabbin' everywhere The angels union number twenty-three they sure were there They promptly fired Casey down the golden stair Casey Jones, went to hell a-flyin' Casey Jones, the devil said "Oh fine Casey Jones, get busy shovellin' sulphur It's what ya get for scabbin' on the S.P. line" |
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| 2:08 |
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I'm just a typical American from a typical American town
I believe in God and Senator Todd and a-keeping old Castro down And when it came my time to serve I knew "better dead than red" But when I got to my old draft board, buddy, this is what I said: [Chorus:] Sarge, I'm only eighteen, I got a ruptured spleen And I always carry a purse I got eyes like a bat, my feet are flat and my asthma's getting worse Oh I think of my career, my sweetheart dear, and my poor old invalid aunt Besides, I ain't no fool, I'm goin' to school And I'm working in a defense plant I got a dislocated disc and a wracked up back I'm allergic to flowers and bugs And when bombshells hit, I get epileptic fits And I'm addicted to a thousand drugs I got the weakness woes, I can't touch my toes I can hardly touch my knees And if the enemy came close to me I'd probably start to sneeze [Chorus] I hate Chou En Lai, and I hope he dies, But one thing you gotta see That someone's gotta go over there But that someone isn't me So I wish you well, Sarge, give 'em Hell Yeah kill me a thousand or more And if you ever get a war without blood and gore Well I'll be the first to go [Chorus] ------------- Lyrics Powered by LyricFind Written By PHIL OCHS Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group |
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| 3:41 |
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Walking down death row
I sang for three men destined for the chair Walking down death row I sang of lives and loves in other years Walking down death row I sang of hopes that used to be Through the bars into each separate cell Yes, I sang to one and two and three "If you'd only only stuck together, you'd not be here If you could've loved each other's lives, you'd not be sitting here And if only this you could believe You still might, you might still be reprieved" Walking down death row I turned the corner and found to my surprise There were women there as well And babies in their arms before my eyes Walking down death row I tried again to sing of hopes, used to be But the thought of that contraption down the hall Waiting for whole families, one dozen, two, or three If you'd only stuck together, you'd not be here If you could've loved another's child as well, you'd not have to stay here And if only this you could believe You still might, you might still be reprieved Walking down death row I concentrated singing to the young I sang of hopes that flickered still I tried to mouth their many separate tongues Walking down death row I sang again of life and love that still could be Singin' down death row To each separate human cell, one billion, two, or three If we'd only stick together, we'd not be here If we could love another's child, if you could love another's life Like your own, you'd not be here, and if only this you could believe You still might, you might still be reprieved |
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| 2:28 |
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The workers on the S.P. line for strike sent out a call
But Casey Jones the engineer he wouldn't strike at all His boiler it was leakin' and the drivers on the bum And the engines and the bearin' they were all out o' plum Casey Jones, kept his junkpile runnin' Casey Jones, was doin' double-time Casey Jones, got a wooden medal For bein' good and faithful on the S.P. line Well the workers said to Casey "Won't you help us win this strike" But Casey said "Let me alone, you'd better take hike" Well Casey's wheezy engine ran right off the wheezy track And Casey hit the river with an awful smack Casey Jones, hit the river bottom Casey Jones, broke his bloomin' spine Casey Jones, became an angelino He took a trip to heaven on the S.P. line Well Casey got to heaven, way up to that pearly gate He said "I'm Casey Jones, the guy that pulled the S.P. freight" "You're just the man" said Peter, "our musicians are on strike You can get a job a-scabbin' any time you like" Casey Jones, got a job in heaven Casey Jones, was doin' mighty fine Casey Jones, went scabbin' on the angels Just like he did to workers on the S.P. line Well the angels got together, they said it wasn't fair For Casey Jones to go around a-scabbin' everywhere The angels union number twenty-three they sure were there They promptly fired Casey down the golden stair Casey Jones, went to hell a-flyin' Casey Jones, the devil said "Oh fine Casey Jones, get busy shovellin' sulphur It's what ya get for scabbin' on the S.P. line" |
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