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You're a Queer One, Julie JordanMister SnowIf I Loved YouJune Is Bustin' Out All OverWhen the Children Are AsleepSoliloquyA Real Nice ClambakeStonecutters Cut It On StoneWhat's the Use of Wond'rin'?You'll Never Walk Alone

You're a Queer One, Julie Jordan [ Top ]

CarrieYou're a queer one, Julie Jordan,You were quieter and deeper than a wellAn' ye never tell me nuthin'!

JulieThere's nuthin' that a keer to choose to tell.

CarrieYou been acting most peculiar,Every morning you're awake ahead of me,Always settin' by the winder.

JulieI like to watch the river meet the sea.

CarrieWhen we work in the mill, weavin' at the loomYou gaze absent-minded at the roofAnd half the time your shuttle gets twisted in the threads,

'Till you can't tell the warp from the woof.

Julie'Taint so.

CarrieYou're a queer one, Julie Jordan,You won't ever tell a body what you think.You're as tight-lipped as an oyster,And as silent as an old Sahara spink!

Mister Snow [ Top ]

CarrieHis name is Mister Snow,And an up-standed man is he.He comes home every night in his round-bottomed boat,With a net full of herring from the sea.An almost perfect beau,As refined as a girl could wish.But he spends so much time in his round-bottomed boatThat he can't seem to lose the smell of fish.The first time he kissed me the whiff from his clothesKnocked me flat on the floor of the room.But now that I love him, my heart's in my noseAnd fish is my fav'rite perfume!Last night he spoke quite low,And a fair-spoken man is he.And he said "Miss Pipperidge, I'd like it fineIf I could be wed with a wife.And indeed, Miss Pipperidge, if you'll be mine,I'll be yours for the rest of my life."Next moment we were promised,And now my mind's in a maze.Fer all it can do is look forward toThat wonderful day of days!Then it's off to home I'll go.And both of us'll be a little dreamy-eyedA living in a cottage by the OceansideWhere the salty breezes blow.He'll carry me 'cross the threshold,And I'll be as meek as a lamb.Then he'll set me on my feet,And I'll say kinda sweet"Well Mister Snow, here I am."Then I'll kiss him so he'll know

That evry'thin'll be as right can beA living in a cottage by the sea with meFor I love that Mister Snow.That young sea-faring,Bold and daring,Big beawhiskered, overbearingDarling Mister Snow.

If I Loved You [ Top ]

JulieIf I loved you,Time and again I would try to sayAll I'd want you to know.If I loved you,Words wouldn't come in an easy wayRound in circles I'd go!Longin' to tell you,But afraid and shy,I'd let my golden chances pass me by!Soon you'd leave me,Off you would go in the mist of day,Never, never to know how I loved youIf I loved you.

BillyWhy, you can't hear a sound, not the turn of a leafNor the fall of a wave hittin' the sand.The tide's creepin' up on the beach like a thief,Afraid to be caught stealin' the land!On a night like this I start to wonderWhat life is all about.

JulieAnd I always say two heads are better than one tofiggure it out.

Billy[spoken]I don't need you, or anyone to help me.Got it figgured out for myself.[sung] Why you can't even count the stars in the sky,And the sky's so big the sea looks small,And two little people, you and IWe don't count at all.I can just see myself, kinda scrawny, and palePicking at my food,

And love-sick like any other guy.I'd throw away my sweater, and dress up like a dudeIn a dicky and a collar and a tie.If I loved you.But somehow I can seeJust exactly how I'd beIf I loved you,Time and again I would try to sayAll I'd want you to know.If I loved you,Words wouldn't come in an easy wayRound in circles I'd go!Longin' to tell you,But afraid and shyI'd let my golden chances pass me by!Soon you'd leave me,Off you would go in the mist of day,Never, never to knowHow I loved youIf I loved you.

June Is Bustin' Out All Over [ Top ]

MenJune is bustin' out all overAll over the meader and the hillFlowers bustin' out on bushesAnd the roughen river pushesEv'ry little wheel that wheels beside the millJune is bustin' out all overThe ocean is full of Jacks and JillsWith the little tail is swishing'Ev'ry lady fish is wishin' that a male would comeAnd grab 'er by the gillsBecause it's June... June, June, JuneJust because it's June, June, June!

CarrieFresh and alive and gay and youngJune is a love song, sweety song

GirlsJune is bustin' out all overThe branches are bustin' out with sapLove has found my brother JuniorAnd my sister's even loonier

And my Ma is gettin' kittenish with Pap!

ChorusJune is bustin' out all over

CarrieThe sheep aren't sleepin' anymoreAll the rams are chasin' ewe-sheepAll determined there'll be new shipand the ewe-sheep aren't even keepin' score

ChorusBecause it's June... June, June, JuneJust because it's June, June, June!It's June...It's June, June, JuneJust because it's June, June...

NettieMarch went out like a lionA-wavin' up the weather in the bay;Then April cried and stepped aside,And lone came pretty little May!May was full of promisesBut she didn't keep it quick enough for someAnd the crowd up doubtin' of promisesWas predictin' that the summer'd never come

MenBut the summer's by God,We can feel it come,You can feel it in your heartYou can see it in the ground

GirlsYou can see it in the treesYou can smell it in the breeze

AllLook around! Look around! Look around!

NettieJune in bustin' out all overThe ladies and men are payin' courtLots of ships are keepin' anchorJust because the captain hankerFor the comfort they can only get in port

ChorusYou can hear it comin'!

NettieJune is bustin' out all overThe moonlight is shining on the shoreAnd the girls who were contraryWith the boys in January,Aren't nearly for contrary anymore!

Nettie and ChorusBecause it's June... June, June, JuneJust because it's June, June, June!

When the Children Are Asleep [ Top ]

EnochWhen the children are asleep we sit and dreamThe things that every other dad and mother dreamWhen the children are asleep and lights are lowIf I still love you the way I love you todayYou'll pardon my sayin', I told you so...When the children are asleep, I'll dream with youWe think what fun we have had and be gladThat it's all come true

CarrieWhen the children are asleep we sit and dream

EnochDream all alone...

CarrieThe things that every other dad and mother dream

EnochDreams that won't be interrupted...When the children are asleep and lights are low

CarrieHold and behold... If I still love youThe way I love you todayYou'll pardon my sayin', I told you so...When the children are asleep, I'll dream with you

Enoch

You'll dream with me...

CarrieWe think what fun we have had and be gladThat it's all come true!

EnochWhen today is a long time ago...

BothYou'll still hear me sayThat the beat dream I know is you

CarrieWhen the children are asleep I dream with you!

Soliloquy [ Top ]

I wonder what he'll think of meI guess he'll call me the "old man"I guess he'll think I can lickEv'ry other feller's fatherWell, I can!I bet that he'll turn out to beThe spittin' image of his dadBut he'll have more common senseThan his puddin-headed father ever hadI'll teach him to wrestleAnd dive through a waveWhen we go in the mornin's for our swimHis mother can teach himThe way to behaveBut she won't make a sissy out o' himNot him! Not my boy! Not Bill!Bill... My boy Bill I will see that he is named after me, I will.My boy, Bill! He'll be tallAnd tough as a tree, will Bill!Like a tree he'll growWith his head held highAnd his feet planted firm on the groundAnd you won't see nobody dare to tryTo boss or toss him around!No pot-bellied, baggy-eyed bully'll toss him aroundI don't give a hang what he doesAs long as he does what he likes!

He can sit on his tailOr work on a railWith a hammer, hammering spikes!He can ferry a boat on a riverOr peddle a pack on his backOr work up and downThe streets of a townWith a whip and a horse and a hackHe can haul a scow along a canalRun a cow around a corralOr maybe bark for a carouselOf course it takes talent to do that wellHe might be a champ of theheavyweightsOr a feller that sells you glueOr President of the United StatesThat'd be all right, tooHis mother would like thatBut he wouldn't be President unless he wanted to beNot Bill!My boy, Bill! He'll be tallAnd as tough as a tree, will BillLike a tree he'll growWith his head held highAnd his feet planted firm on the groundAnd you won't see nobody dare to tryTo boss or toss him around!No fat-bottomed, flabby-faced, pot-bellied, baggy-eyed bullyWill boss him aroundAnd I'm hanged if he'll marry the boss' daughterA skinny-lipped lady with blood like waterWho'll give him a peckAnd call it a kissAnd look in his eyes through a lorgnetteSay, why am I talkin' on like this?My kid ain't even been born, yet!I can see him when he's seventeen or soAnd startin' to go with a girlI can give him lots of pointers, very soundOn the way to get 'round any girlI can tell him ...Wait a minute!Could it be?What the hell!What if he is a girl?What would I do with her?What could I do for her?A bum with no money!

You can have fun with a sonBut you got to be a father to a girlShe mightn't be so bad at thatA kid with ribbons in her hair!A kind o' sweett and petiteLittle tin-type of her mother!What a pair!My little girlPink and whiteAs peaches and cream is sheMy little girlIs half again as brightAs girls are meant to be!Dozens of boys pursue herMany a likely lad does what he can to woo herFrom her faithful dadShe has a fewPink and white young fellers of two or threeBut my little girlGets hungry ev'ry night and she come home to me!I got to get ready before she comes!I got to make certain that sheWon't be dragged up in slumsWith a lot o' bums like meShe's got to be shelteredAnd be dressed in the best money can buy!I never knew how to get moneyBut, I'll try, I'll try! I'll try!I'll go out and make it or steal itOr take it or die!

A Real Nice Clambake [ Top ]

JiggerThis was a real nice clambakeWe're mighty glad we cameThe nibbles we ate were good, you bet!The company was the same!Our hearts are warm, our bellies are full and we are feelin' fine!This was a real nice clambake and we are at a real good time!EnoughReeee...member when we raped the red hot lobstersOut of the dreadful fireThey sizzled and cracked and spurred out a songFit for and angel's choir

ChorusFit for and angel's...Fit for and angel's...Fit for and angel's choir!

NettieWe slit them down the peck and pepper on goodAnd dust them in melted butter

CarrieThen we tore away the clawsAnd cracked them with our teethBecause we weren't in a mood to part 'em!

GirlsFit for and angel's...Fit for and angel's...Fit for and angel's choir!

ManThen at last came the clams

MenThe clams!

ManSteamed on the rock weed and poppin' from them shellsGuess how many of them galloped down our gutters?

ChorusWe wouldn't say ourselves...for...This was a real nice clambakeWe're mighty glad we cameThe nibbles we ate were good, you bet!The company was the same!Our hearts are warm, our bellies are full and we are feelin' fine!This was a real nice clambake and we are at a real good time!We said it and bored and we'll say it again,We all had a real good time!

Stonecutters Cut It On Stone [ Top ]

JiggerI've never seen it yet to failI'll never see it failA girl who's in love with a virtuous man

Is doomed to weep and wail

ChorusStonecutters cut it on stoneWoodpeckers peck it on woodThere's nothin' so bad for a womanAs a man who thinks he's good!

EnochNo!

Carrie[Cries]

JiggerNice talk!My mother used to say to meWhen you grow up, my sonI hope you're a bum like your father wasBut a good man ain't no fun!

ChorusStonecutters cut it on stoneWoodpeckers peck it on woodThere's nothin' so bad for a womanAs a man who thinks he's good!

EnochIt's false!

JiggerIt's true!

GirlsStonecutters cut it on stoneWoodpeckers peck it on woodThere's nothin' so bad for a womanAs a man who's bad or good!

What's the Use of Wond'rin'? [ Top ]

JulieWhat's the use of wond'rin', If he's good or if he's bad?Or if he likes the way he wears his hat?But what's the use of wond'rin' ,

If he's good or if he's bad?He's your fellow and you'll love himThat's all there is to say...Woman sense may tell youThat the ending will be sadAnd now is the time to break and run awayBut what's the use of wond'rin'If the endin' will be sad?He's your fellow and you'll love himThere is nothin' more to say...Something made him the way that he is,Whether he's false or true,And something gave himThe things that are hisAnd one of those things is you...So, when he wants your kissesYou will give them to the ladAnd anywhere he leads you,You will walk...And anytime he needs you,You go runnin' there like madYou're his girl and he's your fellowAnd all the rest is talk

You'll Never Walk Alone [ Top ]

NettieWhen you walk through a stormHold your head up highAnd don't be afraid of the darkAt he end of the stormIs a golden skyAnd the sweet silver song of a larkWalk on through the rainWalk on through the windThough your dreams be tossed and blownWalk on, walk onWith hope in your heartAnd you'll never walk aloneYou'll never walk alone...

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Transcribed by Hugo Pinheiro, (hugo@fortalnet.com.br)

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