FOREWORD

For the first time since 1954 (when a song book was published to commemorate the Bathurst-Wagga Intercollegiate) the Publica­tions Committee has been able to produce a Song Book which we hope will be a source of pleasure and interest to all students. We ask you to consider the variety of taste for which we had to cater and trust that we have included something that you might enjoy.

The book is designed also to be closely linked to the Music course and will be used to advantage in "Sing-a- Longs" and lectures. It may also be found useful as a teaching medium and should be in a prominent position in future Music Method Books!

The songs were selected mainly from the various 'Varsity and past College song books from Wagga and Armidale. We are grateful for the use of these.

Gratitude must be extended to Mr. Orch­ard, Miss O'Donnell, Adele V\Teatherall, Kaye

White, Beverly Berry, Alan Lynch, Brian Bazzo, Peter Crittendon, John Hough and our artist Adrian Young.

It is hoped that in future years this book will be used as a basis for bigger and better productions.

Sing well, this 1s a "Sing-a-Long with Orch" made easy.

DENIS SIMOND, President Publications Committee

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COLLEGE SO:NGS

GAUDEAMUS

Gaudeamus igitur, I uvenes dum sum us; Post iucundum iuventutem, Post molesta1n senectutem, Nos habebit humus.

Ubi sunt qui ante nos In mundo fuere? Vadite ad superos, Transite ad inferos Ubi iam fuere. '

Vita nostl·a brevis est, Brevi finietur; Venit mors velociter, Rapit nos atrociter, Nomini parcetur.

Vivat Academia, Vivant professores; Vivat membrum quodlibet, Vivant membra quaelibet, Semper sint in flore.

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Vivant omnes virgines, Faciles, formasae! Vivant et mulieres, Dulces et amabiles, Bonae, laboriosae.

Vivat et respublica Et qui illam regit! Vivat nostra civitas, l\lfaecenatum caritas, Quae nos hie protegit!

College Anthem - - -

"COLLEGE OF THE RIVERINA'' l . College of the Riverina, we thy students

sing thy fame Lifting hearts in exultation pay our tribute

to thy fame Straining limbs to win with honour, spur­

ring minds to catch the gleam, "\1\Te have found in each endeavour joy ancl

fellowship supreme. ·

2. By the Tweed beyond the Darling, where· so'er our schools may be

:Memory oft will tread the journey, "\t\Tagga College back to thee.

"\1\Te shall live once more our triumphs, see a-new the vision grand,

And refreshed return with vigour, valiant to possess the land.

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College War Cry ''YAKKA-BLUEY11

Yakka Bluey, Yakka Bluey, ya ya ya Mahee, Mahi, Mahom somebody 11\Thatcha kee - I - 0, whatcha kee - I - 0 \1\Tagga College, \1\Tagga College Ya Ya Ya Com - pa - pa, Oom - pa - pa Wagga College, Wagga College K, M, K, I, Ya Ya Ya C - 0 - L - L - E - G - E, College!

WAGGA TEACHERS COLLEGE Took an Air Force hospital Pain ted it with colours dull, Brieflv that describes the birth of \1\Tagga Teachers' College. Called up studes from everywhere, Gave each one a cot and chair Told them unmade beds were rare at Wagga Teachers' Colleg~. Lectures and demonstratwns, They gave us art and .craft and speech and

stuff Till the students cried "ENOUGH!" This is my advice to you , This is what you ought to do Get vour "D's" and "A Plus" too, At \ t\ragga Teachers' College.

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COLLEGE OF OURS College of ours Pride of life to us all here striving. College of ours Source of joy to us all here singing. So shall it be L <

When the good days are gone far from us. Still we shall praise In a song and a voice of gladness. College of ours Turn we to thee in love, Blest by thy sons and they daughters from

above.

THERE IS A COLLEGE IN THE TOWN There is a college in the town, in the

town On which some people scowl and frown,

scowl and frown. But to those who really know its greatest

worth There's not a better place on earth. \1\Te m~y fuss an~ fret and worry Do assignments m a hurry, \1\Te may tire of demonstrations But we do not mind. For when they send us out to Broken Hill

or Bourke At least we all will know how to work And we will strive to illuminate her name And ever hold aloft the flame. '

IT'S A LONG WAY TO TIBOOBURRA

It's a long way to Tibooburra It's a long; way to go, It's a long way to Tibooburra To the smallest school I know. Goodbye Wagga College We'll remember thee; It's a long, long way to Tibooburra But that's where I'll be.

THE HAPPY WAGGA STUDENTS

'it\Te introduce our honoured guests To double U.T.C. M.E.H. is our number one R.B.'s our 2 i fc.

Chorus: v\Tagga-ri etc. - - - R.B.'s our 2 i f c. At our front gate the ro-tun-da 'it\Tas built with toil and blood They only brought it from the park To save it from the flood.

Hard by the Admin. block v\Te have a statue bright, And every time we pass her by 'it\T e strive to see the light.

Chorus: v\Tagga-ri etc. -- - To save it from the light.

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Down by the Li-bra-ree We wander after tea, A warden comes along the path And turns our two to three.

Chants: 'it\Tagga-ri etc. - - And turns our two to three.

High overhead the black crows squark And at our prospects drool, For blackboards call so loud and sweet From every . outback school.

Chants: v\Tagga-ri - - - From every outback school.

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NEGRO SPIRITUALS GO DOWN MOSES

Go clown, Moses, 'Way clown in Egypt's land;

Tell ole Pharoah Let my people go.

'When Israel was in Egypt's land Let my people go;

Oppressed so hard they could not stand Let my people go.

Thus saith the Lord, bold Moses said ; Let my people go;

If not, I'll smite your first-born dead, Let my people go.

No more shall they bondage toil , Let my people go;

Let them come to Egypt's spoil Let my people go.

The Lord told Moses what to do Let my people go;

To lead the children of Israel thro' Let my people go.

When they had reached the other shore Let my people go;

They sang a song of triumph o'er, Let my people go.

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SWING LOW, SWEET CHARIOT Swing low, sweet chariot, comin' for to

carry me home; Swing low, sweet chariot, comin' for to

carry me home.

I looked over Jordan and what did I see? Comin' for to carry me home. A band of Angels comin' after me Comin' for to carry me home. Swing low, sweet chariot, comin' for to

carry me home Swing low, sweet chariot, comin' for to

carry me home.

If you get there before I ~o J es' tell my friends that I m a-comin' too.

The brightest day that e~er I saw When Jesus washed my sms away.

I'm sometimes up and sometimes down But still my soul feels heavenly boun.'

GREEN GROW THE RUSHES HO

I'll sing you one-ho! Green grow the rushes-ho. ·what is your one-ho? One is one and all alone

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I'll sing you two-ho! Green grow the rushes-ho. ·what are your two-ho? Two, two the lily-white boys,

clothed all in green-ho. One is one and all alone and

evermore shall be so.

I 'll sing you three-ho! Green grow the rushes-ho. W"hat are your three-ho? Three, three the rivals Two, two the lily-whit~ boys,

clothed all in green-ho. One is one and all alone and

evermore shall be so.

F~mr for the Gospel-makers F:ve for the. symbols at your door. Six for the SIX proud walkers S~ven for the seven stars in the sky and Eight for the April rainers. Nine for the nine bright shiners and Ten for the Ten Commandments. Eleven for the eleven went up to

Heaven and Twelve for the twelve Apostles.

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JERUSALEM

And did those feet in ancient time Walk upon England's mountains green, And was the Holy Lamb of God On England's pleasant pastures seen. And did the Countenance Divine Shine forth upon these clouded hills? And was .Jerusalem builcled here, Among these clark satanic hills?

Bring me my bow of burning gold Bring me my arrows of desire, Bring me my spear, 0 clouds unfold Bring me my chariot of fire. I will not cease from mental fight Nor shall my sword sleep in my hand Till we have built Jerusalem In England's green and pleasant land.

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SON'GS TO SING AROUND

THE PIANO (or under it, or over it, or nowhere near it)

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ABDUL

The sons o£ the prophet are brave men and bold,

And quite unaccustomed to fear, But the bravest by far in the ranks of the Shah

Was Abdul A-Bulbul Emir.

·vvhen they wanted a man to encourage the van Or shout "Attaboy" in the rear,

Or to storm a redoubt, they always sent out For Abdul A-Bulbul Emir.

Now the heroes were plenty and well known to fame

In the troops that were led by the Czar, But of all the most daring of fame or of name

\1\Tas Ivan Skavinsky-Skavar.

One clay this bold Russian h ad shouldered ·his gun

And donned his most truculent sneer; Down-town he did go, where he trod on the toe

Of Abdul A-Bulbul Emir.

"Young man," quoth Abdul, "has life grown so dull

That you ·wish to end your career? For vile infidel, know you have trod on the toe

'Of Abdul A-Bulbul Emir."

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"Oh, take your last look at sunshine and brook, And send your regard to the Czar,

For by this I imply that you are going to die, Mr. Ivan Skavinsky-Skavar."

Then Abdul the brute drew his trusty skabuke, ·with a cry of "Allah Akabar!"

\1\Tith murderous intent he ferociously went For Ivan Skavinsky-Skavar.

They fought all that night, 'neath the pale yellow light

The din it was heard from afar; And the multitude came, so great was the fame

Of Abdul and Ivan Skavar.

As Abdul's long knife vvas extracting the life -In fact he was shouting "Huzzah!"­

He felt himself struck by that wily Kalmuk, Count Ivan Skavinsky-Skavar.

The Sultan rode by in his red-breasted fly, Expecting the victor to cheer,

But he only got there to hear the last prayer Of Abdul A-Bulbul Emir.

Czar Petravich II, in his spectacles blue, Rode up in his new crested car;

He arrived just in time to exchange a last line \1\Tith Ivan Skavinsky-Skavar.

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The tomb shadows rose where the blue Volga flows,

Engraved there in characters clear, "0 stranger, when passing, pray for the soul

Of Abdul A-Bulbul Emir."

A Muscovite maiden her lone vigil keeps, 'Neath the light of the cold polar star,

And the name that she murmurs as oft as she weeps

Is "Ivan Skavinsky-Skavar."

RICKETY TICKETY TIN

About a maid I'll sing a song, Sing Rickety Tickety Tin, About a maid I'll sing a song She didn't have her family long, Not only did she do them w~ong; She did every one of them 111,

Them in, She did every one of them in.

One morning in a fit of pique Sing Rickety Tickety Tin, . One morning, in a fit of p1que, She pushed her father into the creek. The water tasted bad for a week, And they had to make-do with gin, With gin, . . They had to make-do wlth gm.

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Her mother, too, she never could stand, Sing Rickety Tickety Tin, Her mother, too, she never could stand, And so a cyanide soup she planned; Her mother died with the spoon in her

hand, And her face in a hideous grin, A grin, Her face in a hideous grin.

She set her sister's hair on fire, Sing Rickety Tickety Tin, She set her sister's hair on fire , And as the flames grew higher and highe1 . She danced around the funeral pyre, Playing a violin, O-lin, Playing a violin.

She weighted her brother clown with stones. Sing Rickety Tickety Tin, She weighted her brother clown with stones, And sent him clown to Davey Jones, And all they ever found was bones, And occasional pieces of skin. Of skin, And occasional pieces of skin.

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One day when she had nothing to do, Sino- Rickety Tickety Tin, On~ day when she had nothin~ to do, She chopped her baby bro_ther m two And served him up as Insh stew And invited the neighbours in, 'Bmn·s in, And invited the neighbours in.

And when at last the cops came by, Sing Rickety Tickety Tin, And when at last the cops come by, Her little prank she did not deny,_ For to do so she would have to he, And lying she knew, was a sin, A sin, And lying, she knew, was a sin.

UP,IDEE The shades of night were falling fast Upidee, upidee When through an Alpine village passed Upicleeidah, A youth vvho bore 'mid snow. and Ice A banner with this strange device: Upidee-idee-idah. Up~dee, ':lpidah Upidee-idee-idah. Upidee, Idah, Rr, rr, IT, rr, rr, rr, yah, yah, yah Upidee-idee-idah. Up~dee, ~dah, Upidee-idee-idah. Up1dee, 1dah,

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His brow was sad, his eye beneath Upidee, upidah Flashed like a falchion from its sheath Upideeidah, And like a silver clarion rung The accent of that unknown tongue:

"0 stay," the maiden said, "and rest Upidee, upidah, Thy weary head upon by breast." Upideeidah, A tear stood in his bright blne eye But still he answer'd with a sigh.

The traveller by the faithful hound U pi dee, upidah, Half-buried in the snow vvas found U pideeidah, Still grasping in his hand of ice That banner with the strange device:

FOUNTAIN SONG I'm a fountain, I'm a fountain I'm a fountain, yes I am. And I'd rather be a fountain Than a drip.

I'm a suitcase, I'm a suitcase. I'm a suitcase, yes I am. And I'd rather be a suitcase Than a bag.

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I'm all sodden, I'm all sodden, I'm all sodden, yes I am. And I'd rather be all sodden Than all wet.

I'm a thrombus, I'm a thrombus, I'm a thrombus, yes I am. And I'd rather be a thrombus Than a clot.

I'm a window, I'm a window, I'm a window, yes I am. And I'd rather be a ""indovv Than a pane.

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BEER I won't sing of sherbert and water And cocoa with beer will not rhyme, "\~e wo~king men can:t afford champagne, Its a bit more than sixpence a time, But I'll sing you a song of a gargle A gargle that I love to hear, I allude to that grand institution That beautiful tonic called beer. Beer, beer, glorious beer! Fill yourselves right up to here! Drink a good deal of it, Make a big meal of it, Stick to your old fashioned beer! Don't be afraid of it, Drink till you're made of it, Let's put another down here! Up with the sale of it, Down with a pail of it, Glorious, glorious beer!

VIVE L'AMOUR Let ev'ry good fellow now fill up his glass,

Vive la campagnie! And drink to the health of our glorious

class. Vive la campagnie!

Vive la, vive la, vive !'amour! Vive la, vive la, vive !'amour! Vive la reine! Vive la roil

Vive la campagnie!

Let every married man drink to his wife T he joy of his bosom and plague of his life.

Come fill up your glasses; I'll give you a toast,

Here's a health to our friend, our kind, worthy host.

Since all with good humour you've toasted so free.

I hope it will please you to drink novv with me.

OH HOW I HATE GET UP IN THE MORNING

Oh, how I hate to get up in the morning Oh, how I'd love to remain in bed · For the hardest blow of all Is to hear the bugler call-You 've go t to get up, you've got to get up You've got to get up in the morning.

Some clay I'm going to murder the bugler Some clay they're going to find him dead I'll amputate his reveille And step upon it heavily And spend the rest of my life in bed. Oh, how I hate to - - -Oh, boy the minute the battle is over Oh , boy the minute the foe is dead I'll put my uniform away and move to

Philadelphia And spend the rest of my life in bed.

THAT'S WHERE MY MONEY GOES T hat's where my money goes, to buy my baby

clothes I buys her everything to keep her in style She's worth her weight in gold, my coal black

baby Say boys, that's where my money goes.

'ii\Then we go walkin', she does the talkin' And when my arm's around her, how time

does fly She does the teasin', I do the squeezin' Say boys, that's where my money goes.

She's got a pair of eyes just like two custard pies And when she looks at me I sure get a thrill She's got a pair of lips just like potato chips.

She's got a pair of legs just like two whisky keas And when they knock together, oh, what a sou;d She:s got a pair of hips j~st li~e two battleships Shes got a bulb<;ms nose, JUSt hke a big red rose, And when ~he hghts go out, it really does shine She wears s1lk underwear, I wear my latest pair.

OH HOW HE LIED He sat down beside her and smoked his

cigar Smoked his cigar, smoked his cigar He sat clown beside her and smoked his

cigar Smoked his cigar-r-r.

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She sat their beside him and played her guitar

He told her he loved her, but oh how he lied

She told him she loved him, but she did not lie.

They were to be married, but she ups and dies.

He went to the funeral, but just for the ride.

She went up to heaven, and flip-flop she flied

He went down below her, and sizzled and fried, .

The moral of this tale is never to he Or you, too, may perish, and sizzle and fry.

COLLEGE TIME It's college time and the whizzin' i.s e~sy Students are working and Myrtles hghts

shine "\1\Tetheral's rich and the students are beggin' So hush lit tle whizzer don't you cry. One of these mornings you're gonna wake

up teaching . And you'll spread you 're wmgs And you'll take to the sky. . Until that morning there 1s notlung can

harm you "\1\Tith Morrie and Fannie stanclin' by.

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ALOUETTE Alouette, gentille Alouette Alouette, ye te plumerai J e te plumerai la tete, Je te plumerai la tete, A le tete, a la tete, Oh! Alouette, gentille Alouette Je te plumerai le bee, Je te plumerai le bee, A la tete, a la tete Oh!

(le nex, les yeoux, les ailes, le dos, les jambes, les piecls.)

ANCHORS A WE;IGH Anchors aweigh my boys Anchors aweigh, Farewell to College joys We sail at break of day, day, day, day 'Tis our last leave on shore Toast to the foam And 'til we meet again Here's wishing you a happy voyage home.

HAPPY WANDERER I love to go a wandering Along the mountain track And as I go, I long to sing My knap-sack on my back.

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Val-de-ri, Val-de-ra, Val-de-ri Val-de-ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, Val-de-ri, Val-de-ra, My knap-sack on my back.

I love to wander by the stream T hat dances in the sun So joyously it calls to me "Come! Join my happy song!"

("Come! Join my happy song!")

I wave my hat to all I meet And they wave back to me, And blackbirds call so loud and sweet From ev-ry ·greenwood tree.

(From ev-ry greenwood tree.)

High overhead, the sky-larks wing, They never rest at home . But just like me, they love to smg­As o'er the world we roam.

(As o'er the world we roam.)

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THE WARDENS AND THE STUDENTS SHOULD BE FRIENDS

ChoTus:

College folk should stick together College folk should all be pals Students whizz all the pretty wardens v\Tardens whizz all the students' gals .

(sung after each verse)

Oh, the ·wardens and the students should be friends

The wardens and the students sho11ld be be friends

Students sit around on benches vVardens break up all the clinches That's no reason why they can't be friends.

I'd like to say a word for the students They often undergo unfair chastisement They all sneak in the back way Just at the break of day It's no wonder that we penalise them.

I'd like to say a word for the wardens Although in looks they're rather plain and

homely . They all have hearts of gold And the virtues they uphold It's no wonder that their nights are lonely.

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I'd like to say a word for the students Their hours are full of work and tests and

quizzes Every day that passes, They're devoted to their classes But at night they're breaking curfew with

their whizzes.

STANDING ON THE BACK PATH Chants:

Standing on the backpath watching all the girls go by. (repeat)

Brother you don't know a nicer occupation l\i[atter of fact neither do I, than standing

on the back path watching all the girls, watching all the girls, watching all the girls go by.

J'm the cat that got the cream, Haven't got a girl, but I can dream, haven't

got a girl, but I can wish, so I take me clown the back w·ay,

And that's where I select my imaginary dish.

Chams: Repeat first line of chorus (1).

Standing on the back path giving all the girls the eye.

Brother if you've got a rich imagination Give it a whirl Give it a try Try standing on the back path, etc.

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Saturday and I'm so broke C~uldn't buy a girl a nickel coke Sull I'm living like a millionaire. When ~ t~ke me down the back path And I I evlew the harem parading for me there.

Chorus: Repeat first line of chorus (l) .

Standing on the back path Underneath the spring-time sky Brother you can't go to jail for what you're

thinking Or the (whistle) look in your eye.

You're only standing etc.

WHAT A SWELL SYSTEM THIS IS

My1·tle Introduction.

Have you heard it's in the stars From July we could go in bars.

CIIOHIS

\!\Tell did you ever ·what a swell system this is!

Have you heard it's good to be Not run down by sobriety.

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Chants

What bars, what joints What loss of points What gaiety I'm sure you'll agree That French Champagne! So good for the brain T hat band, it's the end. Kindly don't fall clown my friend Have you heard that Kambu Dorm Took the Btma girls by storm.

Chants

Have you heard that we've lost weight Guess it's cos we stay up too late.

Chorus

No more blues for us because ' 'Ve can break all the ancient laws

Chants

Hold your breath and count to ten There we go 50 points again.

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Chants

It's great, it's grand, it's wonderland More grog, late nights The students have rights. '!\That sights you see When hours are free That Bar room rum Kindly don't fall over chum.

Chorus Have you heard The Systems fine We can stay in bed full time.

Chmus Have you heard That (Millie) Starr Just got punched in the Astor Bar.

Chonts

OLD FOLK SONGS GRANDFATHER'S CLOCK

My grandfather's clock was too large for the shelf,

So it stood ninety years on the floor; It was taller by half than the old man

himself Tho' it weighed not a pennyweight more. It was bought on the morn of the day that

he was born And was always his treasure and pri_de; But it stopped, short, never to go agam, When the old man died. Ninety years without slumbering, tick,

tock, t, t, His life seconds numbering t, t, t, t,

It stopped, short, never to go again When the old man died. My grandfather said that of those he

could hire Not a servant so faithful be found For it wasted no time and had but one

desire At the close of each week to be wound. And it kept in its place, not a frown upon

its face, And its hands never hung by its side, But it stopped, short,

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SKYE BOAT SONG

Speed bonnie boat, like a bird on the wing "Onward," the sailors cry! Carry the lad that's born to be King Over the sea to Skye!

Loud the winds howl, loud the waves roar Thunder clouds rend the air Baffled our foes stand on the shore, Follow they will not dare.

Though the waves leap, soft shall ye sleep Ocean's a royal bed; Rocked in the deep, Flora will keep Watch by your weary head.

Many's the lad fought on that clay \Vell the claymore could wield When the night came, silently lay Dead on Culloden's field.

Burned are our homes, exile and death Scatter the loyal men; Yet, e'er the sword cool in the sheath Charlie will come again.

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THERE IS A TAVERN IN THE TOWN

There is a tavern in the town, in the town, . And there my true love sits him down, sits

him down, And drinks his wine 'mid laughter free

And never, never thinks of me.

Fare thee well, for I must leave thee, Do not let the parting grieve thee. And remember that the best of friends must

part, must part Adieu, adieu, kind friends, adieu, adieu,

adieu. I can no longer stay with you, stay with you, I'll hang myLharp on a weeping willow tree, And may the world go well with thee.

He left me for a damsel dark, damsel dark, Each Friday night they used to spark, used

to spary, And now my love, once true to me, Takes that dark damsel on his knee.

Oh! dig my grave both wide and deep, wide and deep,

Put tombstones at my head and feet, head and feet,

And on my breast carve a turtle-dove, To signify I died of love.

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ROAD TO THE 'ISLES

A far croonin' is a pullin' me away As take I wi' my cromak to the road The far Coolins are puttin' love on me As step I wi' the sunlight for my load.

Chorus

Sure by Tummel and Loch Rannach and Lochaber I will go

By heather tracks wi' heaven in their vviles; If it's t~in_kin' in your inner hearts brag-

gart s 111 my step You've never smelt the tangle o' the Isles Oh, the far Coolins are puttin' love on me As step I wi' my cromak to the Isles.

It's by Shiel water the track is to the west By Allport and by Mortar to the seas The cool cresses I am thinkin' o' for pluck And bracken for a wink on Mother knee.

It's ~he blue Islands are pullin' me away The1r laughter puts the leap upon the lame. The blue Islands from the Skerries to the

Lews vVi' heather honey taste upon each name.

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THE BLUE TAIL FLY

·when I was young I used to wait On master and give him his plate, And pass the bottle when he got dry, And brush away the blue tail fly. . Jimmy crack corn and I don't care (3 times) My Master's gone away.

And when he'd ride in the afternoon I'd follo·w after with a hickory broom; The pony being rather shy . ·when bitten by the blue tail fly.

On day he ride around the f~rm The flies so numerous they did swarm Once chanced to bite the pony's thigh; The devil take the blue tail fly

The pony run, he ju~p, he pitch, He threw my master m the drtch My master died, and they w~mdered why; The verdict was-the blue tail fly .

T hey lay him under a 'simmon tree; His epitath is there to see; . "Beneath this stone I'm forced to he, Victim of the blue tail fly."

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THE LINCOLNSHIRE POACHER

·when I was bound apprentice in famous Lin­colnshire,

Full well I serv'd my master for more than seven years

Till I took. up to poaching as you shall quickly hear:

Oh, 'tis my delight on a shining night in the season of the year.

As me and my companions were setting of a snare,

'Twas then we spied the gamekeeper, for him we did not care

For we can wrestle and fight, my boys and jump o'er anywhere

Oh, 'tis my delight on a shining night in the season of the year.

As me and my companions were setting of a snare

And, taking on 'em up again, we caught a hare alive

We took the hare alive, my boys and through the woods did steer;

Oh, 'tis my delight on a shining night in the season of the year.

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I threw him on my shoulder, and then we trudged home, . , d

vVe took him to a neighbours house and sol him for a crown. .

Vve sold him for a crown, my boys, but I did not tell you where; . .

Oh, 'tis my delight on a shining mght In the season of the year.

Success to ev'ry gentleman that lives in Lin-colnshire, 1

Success to ev'ry poacher that wants to ~ell a lare, Bad luck to ev'ry gamekeeper that will not sell

his deer Oh, 'tis my delight on a shining night in the

season of the year.

IN DERRY VALE

In Derry Vale, beside the singing river So oft I strayed, ah many years ago_ . And culled at morn the golden daffodilhes That came with Spring to set the world

aglow . Oh Derry Vale, my thoughts are ever

turning . . _ To your broad stream and £any-ended le_a For your green isles my exiled heart IS

yearning So far away across the sea.

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In Derry Vale, amid the Foyle's dark waters The salmon leap above the surging weir The seabirds call, I still can hear them

calling In night's long dreams of those so dear. Oh, tarrying years, fly faster ever faster I long to see the vale beloved so well I long to know that I am not forgotten And there at home-in peace t-o dwell.

DANNY BOY

Oh, Danny Boy, the pipes, the pipes are calling From glen to glen and down the mountain side The summer's gone and all the roses falling It's you, it's you must go, and I must bide But come ye back when summer's in the meadow Or when the valley's hushed and white with

snow It's here I'll be in sunshine or in shadow Oh, Danny Boy, oh, Danny Boy, I love you so!

But when ye come and all the fiow'rs are dying If I am dead, as dead I well may be Ye'll come and find the place where I am lying And kneel and say an Ave there for me. And I shall hear, tho' soft and tread above me And all my grave will warmer, sweeter be For you will bend and tell me that you love me And I shall sleep in peace until you come to me.

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OLD FATHER THAMES

T here's some folks who always worry and some folks who never care,

But in this world of rush and hurry, it matters neither here nor there.

Be steady and realistic, don't hanker for gold or gems,

Be carefree and optimistic, like Old Father Thames.

Chorus:

High in the hills, down in the dales, happy and fancy free,

Old Father Thames keeps rolling along, down to the mighty sea. .

'!\That does he know, what does he care? Notlung for you or me.

Old Father Thames keeps rolling along, clown to the mighty sea.

He never seems to worry, doesn't care for For-tune's fame, .

He never seems to hurry, but he gets there JUSt the same.

Kingdoms may come, Kingdoms may go, what­ever the end may be,

Old Father Thames keeps rolling along, down to the mighty sea.

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The best way, a Heaven bless'd way, just try to be always kind,

It doesn't matter what the rest say, you're bound to leave them far behind.

It's your job to do your duty; be faithful to all your friends.

For England and Home and Beauty; and Old Father Thames.

GREEN SLEEVES Alas, my love, you do me wrong To cast me off discourteously; And I have loved you so long Delighting in your company.

Greensleeves was all my joy, Greensleeves was my delight Greensleeves was my heart of gold And who but my lady Greensleeves?

If you intend thus to disdain It does the more enrapture me And even so, I shall remain A lover in captivity. Alas, my love, that you should own A heart of wanton vanity So must I meditate alone Upon your insincerity. Ah, Greensleeves now farewell adieu To God I pray to prosper thee For I am still thy lover true Come once again and love me.

JOHN PEEL

D'ye ken John Peel with his coat so gay? D'ye ken John Peel at the b;eak of day? D'ye ken John Peel when he s. far, far away,

vVith his hounds and his horn in the morning?

'Twas the sound of his horn called me from ~~~ . .

And the cry of his hounds has me oft-times led, For Peel's view-hollo would waken the ~ead Yes or a fox from his lair in the mornmg.

Yes, I ken John Peel and Ruby, too! Ranter and Ringwood, Bellman and True,. From a find to a check, from a check to ~ view

From a view to a death in the mornmg.

Then there's to John Peel from my heart and

soul, . h b 1 Let's drink to his health, let's fimsh t e ow

'1\Te'll follow John Peel thro' fair and thr?' foul If we want a good hunt in the mornmg.

D'ye ken John Peel with his coat so gay? He liv'd at Troutbeck once on a day; Now he has gone far, far, far awar .

We shall ne'er hear his voice m the morning.

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EARLY ONE MORNING

Early one morning, just as the sun was nsmg, I heard a maid sing in the valley below.

Oh, don't deceive me, Oh, never leave me, How could you use a poor maiden so?

Oh, gay is the garland and fresh are the roses I've culled from the garden to bind on thy brow.

Remember the vows that you made to your Mary,

Remember the bower where you vowed to be be true.

T hus sang the poor maiden her sorrows be­wailing

Thus sang the poor maid in the valley below.

WHAT SHALL WE DO WITH THE DRUNKEN SAILOR

v\That shall we do with the drunken sailor What shall we do with the drunken sailor What shall we do with the drunken sailor Early in the morning?

Chorus: Hoo-rah and up she rises Hoo-rah and up she rises Hoo-rah and up she rises Early in the morning.

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Hoist him up in a running bowline (3) . Early in the morning.

Cl10nts: Hoo-rah and up she rises, etc.

Put him in a long boat and make him bale her (3 times) .

Early in the morning.

Clwrus: Hoo-rah and up she rises, etc. Put him in a long boat till he gets

sober (3 times) . Early in the morning.

Chor us: Hoo-rah and up she rises, etc.

RIO GRANDE

I'll sing you a song of the fish of the sea. Oh, Rio And we're bound for the Rio Grande.

Then away, love away, ''1\Tay clown Rio, So fare ye well, my pretty young gal, For we're bound for the Rio Grande.

Oh, say, were you ever in Rio Grande. It's there that the river flows down golden

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And good-bye, fare you well, all you ladies of town.

'1\Te've left you enough for to buy a silk gown.

So it's pack up your donkey and get under way.

The girls we are leaving can take our half-pay.

Now, you Bowery ladies, we'd have you to know

' 'Ve're bound to the Southward; 0 Lord let us go.

SANTA LUCIA Now, 'nea th the silver moon Ocean is glowing O'er the calm billow Soft winds are blowing Here balmy zephyrs blow Pure joys invite us, And as we gently row All things delight us.

Har, how the sailor's cry .T oyously echoes nigh Santa Lucia! Santa Lucia! Home of the fair Poesy, Realm of pure harmony Santa Lucia! Santa Lucia!

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'!\Then o'er the waters Light winds are playing Thy spell can soothe us All care allaying To thee, sweet Napoli, What charms are given '!\There smiles creation Toil blest by heaven.

Har, how the sailor's cry Joyously echoes nigh Santa Lucia! Santa Lucia! Santa Lucia! Santa Lucia! Home of fair Poesy, Realm of pure harmony Santa Lucia! Santa Lucia!

0 NO JOHN

On yonder hill there stands a creature, '1\Tho she is I do not know; I'll go ask her hand in marriage, She must answer yes or no.

0, no John, no John, no John, no!

My father was a Spanish captain, Went to sea a month ago; First he kissed me, then he left me, Bid me always answer no.

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0 Madam, in your face is beauty On your lips red roses grow; '!\Till you take me for your husband? Madam, answer yes or no.

0 Madam, since you are so cruel And that you do scorn me so If I may not be your husband, Madam, will you let me go?

0 hark! I hear the church bells ringing, ·will you come and be my wife? Or, dear Madam, have you settled To live single all your life?

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COMMUNITY SONGS THE FLORAL DANCE

As I walked home on a summer's night When stars in heaven were shining bright Far away from the footlight's glare Into the sweet and scented air Of a quaint old Cornish town. Borne from afar on the gentle breeze Joining the murmur o~ summer seas Distant tones of an old-world dance Played by the village band perchance On the calm air came floating down. I thought I could hear the curious tone Of the clarinet, cornet and big trombone Fiddle, cello, big bass drum, Bassoon, flute and euphonium Far away as in a trance I heard the sound of the Floral Dance And soon I heard such a bustling and

prancing And then I saw the whole village was

dancing In and out of the houses they came Old folk, young folk, all the same, In that quaint old Cornish town. Every boy took a girl round the waist And hurried her off in tremendous haste, '"'hether they knew one another I care not '1\Thether they cared at all I know not But they kissed as they danced-along.

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And there was the band with the cunous tone

Of the cornet, clarinet and big trombone Fiddle, cello, big bass drum, Bassoon, flute and euphonium Each one making the most of his dance All together in the Floral Dance I felt so lonely standing there And I could, only stand and stare For I had no boy with me Lonely I would have to be. In that quaint old Cornish town, ·when suddenly hast'ning down the lane A figure I saw I know quite plain With outstretched hands he came along And carried me into that merry thong And fiddle and all went dancing-down vVe danced to the band with the curious

tone Of the cornet, clarinet and big trombone Fiddle, cello, big bass drum Bassoon, flute and euphonium Each one making the most of his chance. Altogether in the Floral Dance Dancing here, prancing there, Jigging, jogging everywhere Up and down and round the town Hurrah for the Cornish Floral Dance.

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From this valley they say they are going v\Te will miss your bright eyes and sweet

smile For they say you are taking the sunshine 11\Thich has brightened our pathway a while.

Come and sit by my side if you love me Do not hasten to bid me adieu But remember the Red River Valley And the girl that has loved you so true.

11\Ton't you think of the valley you're leaving Oh, how lonely, how sad it will be, Oh, think of the fond heart your breaking And the grief you are causing to me.

From this valley they say you are going; When you go, may your darling go, too? Would you leave her behind unprotected, w·hen she loves no other but you?

As you go to your home by the ocean May you never forget those sweet hours, That we spent in the Red River Valley And the love we exchanged 'mid the

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DAISY Daisy, Daisy, the Coppers are after you If they catch you, they'll give you a year

or two, They'll string you with wire Behind the Black Maria, So ring your bell And peddle like For the Coppers are after you.

NUT BROWN MAIDEN Ho-ro, my nut brown maiden, Hi-ri, my nut brown maid, Ho-ro, ro maiden, For she's the maid for me.

Her eyes so mildly beaming, Her look so frank and free There's ne'er a lowland maiden Can lure mine eyes from thee.

In Glasgow and Dunedin Are maidens fair to see But ne'er a lowland maiden Could lure mine eyes from thee.

And when with blossoms laden Bright summer comes again I'll fetch my nut brown maiden Down from the bonnie glen.

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THE KERRY DANCE 0 the days of the Kerry dancing, 0 the ring of the piper's tune! 0 for one of those hours of gladness, Gone, alas! like our youth, too soon.

·when the boys began to gather, In the glen of a summer night And the Kerry piper's tuning Made us long with wild delight 0 to think of it, 0 to dream of it Fills my heart with tears!

0 the days of the Kerry dancing, 0 the ring of the piper's tune! 0 for one of those hours of gladness Gone, alas! like our youth, too soon.

P'EDRO THE FISHERMAN Pedro the fisherman was always whistling, such

a merry call Girls who were passing by would hear him

whistling, by the harbour wall. But his sweetheart Nina who, loved him true,

always knew, that his song belonged to her alone.

And in the evening when the lights were gleam· ing, and they had to part,

As he sailed his boat away, echoing across the bay, came the tune that lingered in her heart.

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The days of dreaming quickly pass and life goes rushing on and one day from the harbour wall she found his boat had gone,

He'd sailed away to find the gold the sea could never bring

To buy a dress, a cuckoo clock, a saucepan and a ring.

She kept her eyes on the blue horizon, but he didn't return

She stopped her sighing and left off her crying, but he didn't return-

One day her father said to her "0 dearest daughter mine, you never make a lot from fish,~ vou make much more from wine,

Though Miguel is rather fat, his vineyards are doing O.K. so marry him and let your dreams of Pedro go away."

The organ peels, the choir boys sing, the priest is ready w·ith the Book and ring,

So small and white, here comes the bride, and stands by swarthy Miguel's side-"Will you have this man to be your lawful spouse eternally" and suddenly the church is still, they wait to hear her say "I will" when through the open doorway there, a far-off sound disturbs the air (whistle) .

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Suddenly she found her man, from the church, out she ran.

There he was upon the harbour wall Down rushed the wedding guests upon the

quayside, but the bride had gone As with love she sailed away, echoeing across

the bay, came the happy ending- to her song.

EMMENTAL There is no place in the wide world Half so fair as Emmental And the maidens of the valley Are as fair as Emmental

Chants: Hol-di-ri-di-a ri-ho Hol-di-ri-di-a ri-ho Hol-di-ri-di-a ri-ho Hol-di-ri-di-a ho.

There are no 1nen firmer, stronger Than the men of Emmental And the maidens of the valley Love the men of Emmental. ·

Chorus: There is ever friendly greeting In the vale of Emmental And the maidens of the valley Are as kind as Emmental.

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HAPPY JACK

I'm Happy Jack the Ripper I'm happy as can be And ·when I goes a-rippin' I chuckles gleefully.

The reason why I chuckles so Is very plain to see 'Cause when I rips the bodies up The blood spurts over me.

I'm Happy Jack the Spludger I'm happy as can be And when I goes a spludgin' I chuckles gleefully.

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The reason why I chuckles so Is very plain to see, 'Cause when I dig the bodies up The worms crawl over me.

I'm Happy Jack the Cannibal I boils the bodies up The bones crush easily. I'm Happy .Jack the Sailor The passengers get sick They're sick al over me. I'm Happy Jack the Hangman Hangs the bodies up Their eyes pop out at me.

THE SAINTS

·w·e are travelling in the footsteps Of those who went before And we'll all be re-united On that far and distant shore.

0 when the saints go marching in 0 when the saints go marching in 0 Lord, I want to be in that number '!\Then the saints go marching in.

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I Some day this world o£ trouble Is the only one we need But I'm waiting for that moment "'\!\Then the new world is revealed

0 when the new world is revealed

0 when the saints go marching in -

LITTLE BROWN JUG

My vvife and I lived all alone, In a little hut we called our own She loved gin and I loved rum. I tell you what, "'\Ne'd lots of fun .

Ha, ha, ha, you and me, Little brown jug don't I love thee; Ha, ha, ha, you and me Little brown jug don't I love thee.

'Tis you who make my friends my foes 'Tis you who make me wear old clothes; Here you are, so near my nose So tip her up and down she goes.

The rose is red, my nose is too, The violet's blue and so are you And yet I guess before I stop "'\1\Te'd better take another drop.

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JOHN BROWN'S BODY One grasshopper jumped right over the

other grasshopper's back (3 times) And his soul goes marching on, They were only playing leap frog (3 times) As one grasshopper jumped right over the

other grasshopper's back.

One mosquito bit the other mosquito on the back (3 times)

And his soul goes marching on. T hey were only playing cannibal (3 times) As one mosquito bit the other mosquito on

the back.

THERE'S A HOLE IN MY BUCKET

There's a hole in my bucket, dear Liza, dear Liza,

There's a hole in my bucket, dear liza, a hole.

Then mend it, dear Georgie, dear Georgie, dear Georgie

Then mend it, dear Georgie, dear Georgie, mend it.

With what shall I mind it, dear Liza, dear Liza? With what shall I mend it, dear Liza, with what?

·with a straw, dear Georgie, dear Georgie, dear Georgie.

"With a straw, dear Georgie, dear Georgie, with a straw.

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The straw is too long, clear Liza, clear Liza. Then cut it, clear Georgie, dear Georgie, dear

Georgie.

' 'Vith what shall I cut it dear Liza, dear Liza? '1\Tith a knife, dear Georgie, dear George, dear

Georgie.

The knife is too blunt, dear Liza, dear Liza. Then sharpen it, dear George, clear Georgie,

dear Georgie.

With what shall I sharpen it, dear Liza, clear Liza?

'1\Tith a stone, clear Georgie, dear Georgie, clear Georgie.

The stone is too dry, dear Liza, dear Liza. Then wet it, dear George, dear Georgie, dear

Georgie.

With what shall I wet it, clear Liza, dear Liza? "'Tith water, dear Georgie, clear Georgie, dear

Georgie.

In what shall I wet it, clear Liza, dear Liza? . In a bucket, clear Georgie, dear Georgie, dear

Georgie.

There's a hole in my bucket, dear Liza, dear Liza.

Then mend it, clear Georgie, dear Georgie, dear Georgie.

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A-ROV·IMG In Amsterdam there lives a maid Mark well what I do say, In Amsterdam there lives a maid, And she is mistress of her trade.

I'll go no more a-roving from you sweet maid,

A-roving, a-roving, Since rovin's been my ru-eye-in, I'll go no more a-roving from you sweet maid.

Her eyes are like two stars so bright Mark well what I do say, Her eyes are like two stars so bright Her face is fair, her step is light.

Her cheeks are like the rosebud red, Mark well what I do say, Her cheeks are like the rosebud red, There's wealth of hair upon her head.

With love for her my heart did burn, Mark well what I do say, With love for her my heart did burn And I thought she loved me in return.

But when my money was gone and spent, Mark well what I do say, But when my money was gone and spent, Then off on her ear away she went.

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By this I have a lesson learnt Mark well what I do say By this I have a lesson learnt And I'll keep the money that I have ean1t.

LIFE ON THE OCEAN WAVE

Oh, a life on the ocean wave, Oh, a home on the rolling deep, '!\There the scattered waters rage And the winds their revels keep Like an eagle caged I pine On this dull unchanging shore Oh give me the flashing brine The ·winds and their revels roar, A life on the ocean wave, Oh, a home on the rolling deep '!\There the scattered waters leap And the winds their revels keejJ.

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I come hom Alabama with my banjo on my knee I'se gwan to Lou'sianna, my true lub for to see It rained all night de day I left, de wedder it

was dry; The sun so hot, I froze to death, Susanna, don't

you cry.

Oh, Susanna, do not cry for me, I come from Alabama with my banjo on my

knee.

I had a dream de udder night, when ebryting was still

I though I saw Susanna clear, a coming clown de hill

The buckwheat cake was in her mouf, de tear "~<vas in her eye

Says I, I'se coming from de souf, Susanna don't you cry.

I soon will be in New Orleans and den I'll look all 'round

And when I find Susanna, I'll fall upon de ground But if I do not find her, then I'll surely die,

But when I'm dead and buried, Susanna, don ' t you . cry.

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COMIN' ROUND THE MOUNTAIN

She' ll be comin' round the mountain, when she comes

She'll be comin' round the mountain, when she comes.

She'll be comin' round the mountain, blowin' steam off like a fountain,

She'll be comin' round the mountain, when she comes.

She' ll be ridin' six white horses, when she comes (etc.).

She' ll be wearin' pink pypmas, vvhen she comes (etc.).

0, we'll all go out to meet her when she comes (repeat) .

Oh, we'll all go out to meet her, and we'll all be glad to see h er,

Oh, well' all go out to meet her, when she comes.

Oh, ·we 'll kill the old reel rooster, 'cause he don't crow like he uster.

Oh, we'll all h ave chicken and dumplins', 'cause we all have chicken to clump in.

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MANDALAY

By the old Moulmein Pagoda, lookin' lazy at the sea

There's a Burma girl a-sittin' and I know she thinks of me

For the wind is in the palm trees and the temple bells they say:

"Come you back, you British soldier; corne yo u back to Mandalay!" Come you back to M:mdalay Where the old Flotilla lay Can't you hear their paddles chunk.in' front

Rangoon to Mandalay? On the road to Mandalay, 'ii\There the fiyin' fishes play An' the dawn comes up like thunder outer

China 'cross the Bay!

Ship me somewheres east of Suez, where the best is like the worst.

'iNhere there ain't no Ten Commandments, an' a man can raise a thirst:

For the temple bells are callin ,' an' its there that I would be-

By the old Moulmein Pago, lookin' lazy at the sea. Lookin' lazy at the sea.

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OPEN ROAD Roaming free as the breeze \!\That's to stop me or why I can live as I please Open road, open sky. (twice through)

AIN'T SHE SWEET Ain't she sweet? See her coming clown

the street Now I ask you very confidentially Ain't she sweet? J\in't she nice? Look her over once or tvvice Now I ask you very confidentially Ain"t she nice? Just cast an eye -In her direction, Oh me, oh my Ain't that perfection, I re-peat, Don't you think that's kind of neat, And I ask you very confidentially Ain't she sweet?

BILL BAILEY "'ii\Ton't you come home, Bill Bailey, won't you

come home?" She moans the whole day long, 'Til do de cooking, darling, I'll pay de rent; I knows I've done you wrong 'Member dat rainy eve dat I drove you out Wid nothing but a fine-tooth comb! I know I's to blame 'ii\Tell, ain't that a shame?

Biii Bailey, won't you please come home?"

TIRITOMBA

It is festa time the villagers are dancing To a melody entrancing See them all so lightly swaying bright eyes

glancing Lit with mirth and gaiety Tiritomba, tiritomba Life is full and fair when hearts are young

and gay Tiritomba, Tiritomba, sing and dance your

cares away. On the grand canal the coloured lights are

gleaming Ove11Iead the moon is beaming Many hearts with joy of love are dreaming As they pass the happy hours Tiritomba, Tiritomba, life is full and fair when

hearts are young and gay Tiritomba, Tiritomba, sing and dance your

cares away.

Then at midnight when the carnival is ending And the twinkling stars are fading Every man and maid is homeward wending Happy hearts filled with delight Tiritomba, Tiritomba, life is full and fair when

hearts are young and gay Tiritomba, Tiritomba, sing and dance your cares away.

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CLEMENTINE

In a cavern, in a canyon Excavating for a mine Dwelt a miner, forty-niner And his daughter Clementine.

Oh my darling, oh my darling Oh my darling Clementine Thou art lost and gone forever Dreadful sorry, Clementine.

Light she was and like a fairy And her shoes were number nine Herring boxes without topses Sandals were for Clementine.

Drove she ducklings to the water Every morning just at nine Hit her foot against a splinter Fell into the foaming brine.

Saw her lips above the water Blowing bubbles mighty fine But alas! I was no swimmer So I lost my Clementine.

Then the miner,, forty-niner Soon began to peak and pine; Thought her oughter join his daughter Now he 's with his Clementine.

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In my dreams she still doth haunt me Robed in garlands soaked in brine; Though in life I used to hug her, Now she's dead I draw the line.

How I missed her, how I missed her, How I missed my Clementine But I kissed her little sister, And forgot my Clementine.

SHENANDOAH 0 Shenandoah, I long to hear you Away, you rolling river, 0 Shenandoah, I long to hear you Away, I'm bound to go, 'Cross the wide Missouri.

0 Shenandoah, I love your daughter For her I've crossed the rolling water.

'Tis seven long years since last I saw thee, 'Tis seven long years since last I saw thee .

Seven long years I courted Sally Seven more I longed to have her.

0 Shenandoah, I took a notion, To sail acress the stormy ocean.

Farewell, my dear, I'm bound to leave you 0 Shenandoah, I'll not deceive you.

0 Shenandoah, .1 long to hear you. 0 Shenandoah, I long to hear you.

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WESTERING HOME vVestering home and a song in the air Light in the eye and its good-bye to care Laughter of love and a welcoming there Isle of my heart, my own one.

Tell o' lands o' the Orient gay Speak o' the riches and joys o~ ~~thay Aye, but its grand to be wakm 1lk clay To find yourself nearer to Isla And it's westering home etc.

vVhere are the folk like the folk of the west Canty and couthy and kindly, the best There would I hie me and there would I

rest At home with my ain folk at Isla.

And it's V\Testering home etc.

DOWN ON THE FARM How 'ya gonna keep 'em clown on the farm, After they've seen Paree, How 'ya gonna keep 'em away from Broad-

way, J azzin around, and pain tin' the town How 'ya gonna keep 'em away from harm, That's a mystery-They'll never want to see a rake or a plough And who the deuce can parly-vous with

a cow How 'ya gonna keep 'em clown on the farm After they've seen Paree.

DONKEY'S SERENADE There's a song in the air, but the sweet Senorita doesn't seem to care for the song in

the air So I'll sing to the mule if you're sure She won't think that I am just a fool Serenading a mule. Amigo mia does she not have a dainty bray She'd love to sing it too if only she knew the way But try as she may in her voice there's a flaw And all that my darling can say, is Hee-haw-Senorita, Donkeysita not so fleet as a mosquito but so sweet as my Chicquita, You 're the one for me.

GENDARMES' DUET \ tVe 're public guardians bold and wary And of our lives we take good care, To risk our precious lives we're chary \!\Then danger looms we're never there . But when we meet a helpless woman Or little boys who do no harm,

V\Te run them, we run them in, V\Te run them, we run them in, \ t\Te show them we're the bold gendarmes. \ t\Te run them in, we run them in, \1\Te show them we're the bold gendarmes.

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SOMEWHERE OVER THE RAINBOW Somewhere over the rainbow Way up high There's a land that I heard of, once m a

lullaby. Somewhere over the rainbow, skies are blue And dreams that you care to dream Really do come true. Someday I'll wish upon a star and "\!\Take up where the clouds are far Behind me "\!\There troubles melt like lemon drops Away above the chimney tops That's where you'll find me, Somewhere over the rainbow Way up high Birds fly over the rain bow "\!\Thy, oh why can't I?

DON'T FENCE ME IN Give me land, lots of land Under starry skies above, don't fence me in. Let me ride through the wide Open country that I love, don't fence me in. Let me be by myself in the evening breeze Listen to the murmur of the cottonwood

trees Send me off forever but I ask you please, Don't fence me 111 .

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Just turn me loose let me straddle mv old saddle under the western skies ·

On my cayuse let me wander over yonder till I see the mountain rise,

I want to ride to the ridge where the west commences,

Gaze at the moon till I lose my senses, Can't look at hovels and I can't stand fences Don't fence me in.

WORKIN' ON THE RAILROAD

Oh, I was born in Mobile town, a workin' on the levee;

All clay I roll de cotton clown, a workin' on the levee.

I used to have a clog named Bill, a workin' on the levee;

He ran away, but I'm still here, a workin' on the levee.

I've been workin ' on the railroad, all the live­long clay;

I've been workin' on the railroad, just to pass the time away,

Don'tcha hear the whistle blowin' rise up so early in the morn,

Don'tcha hear the captain shoutin ', "Dinah, blow your horn."

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Dinah won'tcha blow, Dinah won'tcha blow Dinah won'tcha blow your ho-o-orn? '

Dinah won'tcha blow, Dinah won'tcha blow Dinah won'tcha blow your horn? '

Someone's in the kitchen with Dinah, someone's in the kitchen I kno-o-ow,

Someone's in the kitchen with Dinah, strummin ' on his old banjo.

Fee-fie, ficldl-e-i-o, fee, fie- fiddl-e-i-o-o-o-o Fee-fie, ficlcll-e-i-o, strummin' on the old banjo.

I love Dinah Lee, I love Dinah Lee-ee-ee-ee I love Dinah Lee, but Dinah, she don't love me.

Someone's making love to Dinah, someone 's makin' love I kno-o-ow.

Someone's makin' love to Dinah, 'cause I can't hear the old banjo.

LA MARSEILLAISE

Allons, enfants de la patrie Le jour de gloire est arrive! Contre nous de la tyrannie L'etandarcl sanglant est level L'etandarcl sanglant est level Entendez-vous clans les campagnes Mugir ces feroces soldats? Ils viennent, jusgue clans nos bras Egorger nos fils, et nos compagnes'

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Aux armes, citoyens! Formez vos bataillons

Marchons, marchons! Qu'un sang impur abreuve nos siJ Ions!

.-\.mour sacre de la patrie, Conduis soutiens nos bras vengeurs; Liberte, liberte, cherie Combats avec tes clefenseurs! Combats avec tes defenseurs! Sous nos clrapeaux que la victoire Accoure a tes males accents: Que tes ennemis expirants Voient ton triomphe et notre gloire!

AULD LANG SYNE

Should auld acquaintance be forgot, And never brought to min'?

Should old acquaintance be forgot, And days o' auld lang syne?

For auld lang syne, my clear, For ald lang syne; We'll tak' a cup o' kindness yet, For auld lang syne.

And here's a hand, my trusty fiere, And gie's a hand o' mine,

And we'll tak' a richt guid willie waught For auld lang syne!

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And surely ye'll be your pint-stoup, And surely I'll be mine

And we'll tak' a cup o' kindness yet For auld lang syne!

RECESSIONAL

God of our fathers known of old, Lord of our far-flung battle-line,

Beneath whose awful hand we hold Dominion over palm and pine­

Lord God of hosts, be with us yet, Lest we forget! Lest we forget!

The tumult and the shouting dies; The captains and the kings depart

Still stands Thine ancient sacrifice An humble and a contrite heart,

Lord God of hosts, be with us yet, Lest we forget! Lest we forget!

For heathen heart that puts her trust In reeking tube and iron shard

All valiant dust that builds on dust, And, guarding, call not Thee to guard

For frantic boast and foolish word-Thy mercy on Thy People, Lord!

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-ADVANCE AUSTRALIA FAIR

Australia's sons, let us rejoice, For we are young and free; ·we've golden soil and wealth for toil Our homes are girt by sea. Our lands abounds in nature's gifts Of beauty rich and rare, In history;s page, let every stage Advance Australia's fair!

\ 1Vhen gallant Cook from Albion sail'd To trace the wide oceans o'er True British courage bore him on, Till he landed on our shore; Then there be raised old England's Flag The standard of the brave. 11\Tith all her faults we love her still Britannia rules the waves; In joyful strains then let us sing Advance Australia Fair.

·while other nations of the globe Behold us from afar, We'll rise to high renown and shine Like our glorious southern star; From England, Scotia, Erin's Isle Who came our lot to share Let all combine with heart and hand to

Advance Australia Fair, In joyful strains then let us sing, Advance Australia Fair!

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AUSTRALIAN SONGS

CLICK GO THE SHEARS

Out on the board the shearer stands, Grasping his shears in his thin bony hands Fixed in his gaze on the blue-bellied .Joe; Glory, if he gets her, won't he make the ringer

go!

Click go the shears, boys, click, click click! Wide is his blow and his hands move quick The ringer looks around and is beaten

by a blow And curses the old snagger with the blue­

bellied .Joe!

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In the middle ol the Hoor, in his cane-bottomed chair,

Sits the boss of the floor with his eyes everywhere Notes well each fleece as it comes before the

screen, Paying strict attention that it's taken off clean.

The tar-boy is waiting on demand ·with his blackened tar-pot in his tarry hand, Sees one old sheep with a cut upon its back Here is what he's waiting for; it's "Tar, there

.Tack!" Shearing is all over, we've all got our cheques Roll up your swags, boys, we're off on the

tracks. The first pub we come to, it 's there we'll h ave

a spree, r\nd everyone that comes along, it's "Come and

drink with me! "

Down by the bar, the old shearer stands, Grasping his glass in his thin, bony hands. Fixed is his gaze on a green-painted keg; Glory, he'll get down on it, ere he stirs a peg! There we leave him standing, shouting for all

hands; \ t\'hilst all around him every shooter stands; His eyes are on the keg, which by now is lower­

ing fast. He works hcu·d , he drinks hard, and goes to

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THE WILD COLONIAL BOY

'Tis of a wild colonial boy, Jack Doolan was his name

Of poor but honest parents he was born in Castlemaine;

He was his father 's only hope, his mother's only boy,

And dearly did his parents love the wild colonial boy.

He as scarcely sixteen years of age when he left his father's home .

. -\nd through Australia's sunny clime a bush­ranger did roam.

He robbed those wealthy squatters, their stocks he did destroy,

r\ncl a terror to Australia was the wild colonial boy .

In '61 this daring youth commenced his wild career,

\1\lith a heart that knew no danger, no foeman did he fear.

He stuck up the Beechworth mail coach, and robbed Judge McEvoy,

i 1Vho trembled and gave up his gold to the wild colonial boy.

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He bade the judge good morning and told him to beware,

That he'd never rob a hearty chap that acted on the square;

.-\.ncl never to rob a mother of her only son and joy,

Or else he might turn outlaw like the wild colonial boy.

One clay as he was riding the mounta inside along,

A-listening to the little birds, · their pleasant laughing song,

Three mounted troopers rode along, Kelly, Davis and Fitzroy;

T hey thought that they would capture him, the wild colonial boy.

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Surrender now, Jack Doolan, yon see there's three to one;

Surrender now, Jack Doolan, you daring high­wayman!

He drew his pistol from his belt and shook the little toy:

I'll fight, but not surrender, said the wild colonial boy. He fired at Trooper Kelly and brought him

to the ground, And in return from Davis received a mortal

wound. All shatte.red through the jaw he lay, still firing

at Fitzroy, And that's the way they captured him, the

wild colonial boy.

THE ROAD TO GUNDAGAI Oh, we started down from Roto "\!\Then the sheds had all cut out, "\1\Te'd whips and whips of rhino That we meant to push about; So we humped our blueys serenely "\'Vith a three-spot cheque between us That wanted knocking down.

But we camped at Lazy Harry's On the road to Gundagai, The road to Gundagai!

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Five miles from Gundagai! But we camped at Lazy Harry's On the road to Gundagai.

Oh, we chucked our bloomin' swags off And we walked into the bar, And we called for rum and raspberry And a shillin' each cigar But the girl who served the poison, She winked at Bill and I And we camped at Lazy Harry's Not five miles from Gundagai.

Oh, I've seen a lot of girls, mates, And drunk a lot of beer, And I've met with some of both, mates That has left me mighty queer But for beer to knock you side·ways And girls to make you sigh You must camp at Lazy Harry's On the road to Gundagai.

In a ·week the spree was over And the cheque was all knocked down So we shouldered our matildas And we turned our backs on town; And the girls they stood a nobbler As we sadly said good-bye, And we tramped from Lazy Harry's On the road to Gundagai.

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BOTANY BAY

Farewell to old England forever, Farewell to my rum culls as well, Fare'''•ell to the well-known Old Bailey, \!\There I used for to cut such a swell.

Sing tooral, liooral, liaditty, Singing tooral, liooral, liay, Singing tooral, liooral liaditty. Singing tooral, liooral, liay.

There's the captain as is our commander There's the bosun and all the ship 's crew, There's the first and second class passengers. Knows what we poor convicts go through.

Tain't leaving old England we cares about Tain't 'cos we mispells wot we knows, But because all we light-fingered gentry Hops round with a log on our toes.

Oh, had I the wings of a turt le-dove, I'd soar on my pinion so high Slap bang to the arms of my Polly love, And in her sweet presence I'd die.

Now all my young Dookies and Ducheses, Take warning fro mwhat I've to say: Mind all is your own as you toucheses, Or you'll find us in Botany Bay.

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WALTZING MATILDA Once a jolly swagman camped by a billabong

Under the shade of a coolabah tree; And he sang as he watched and waited till his

billy boiled, Yo'Jl come a waltzing Ma tilda, with me_

·waltzing Matilda, waltzing Matilda, Yo'll come a waltzing Matilda with me.

And he sang as he watched and waited till his billy boiled,

Yo'll come a waltzing Matilda with me. Down came a jumbuck to drink from that

billabong Up jumped the swagman and grabbed him

with glee; And he sang as he shoved that jumbuck in his

tucker bag You 'll come a waltzing Matilda with me.

Up rode the squatters, mounted on their thor­oughbreds

Down came the troopers, one, two, three; \1\There's that jolly jumbuck you've got in your

tucker bag? You'll come a waltzing Matilda with me.

U p jumped the swagman, sprang into the billabong

You'll never catch me alive, said he. And his ghost may be heard as you pass by

that billabong. You'll come a waltzing Matilda with me.

ROUN'DS

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FIRES ABURNING Fires burning, fires burning, Draw nearer, draw nearer, In the gloaming, in the gloaming, Come sing and be merry.

FRERE JACQUES Frere Jacques, Frere Jacques, Dormez-vouz, Dormez-vouz, Sonnez la matine, Sonnez la matine, Din din don.

ROW, ROW, ROW YOUR BOAT Row, row, row your boat Gently down the stream Merrily, merrily, merrily, merrily Li£e is bu t a dream.

KOOKABURRA Kookaburra sits on an old gum tree Merry, merry king of the bush is he, Laugh, Kookaburra, laugh, Kookaburra, Gay your life must be.

OH, HOW LOVELY IS THE EVENING Oh, how lovely is the evening, is the

evening, "~Nhen the bells are sweetly ringing, sweetly

ringing Di ng, dong-, cling. dong, cl ing, dong.

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INDEX

F oreword .. . .. .

CODLEGE SONGS

Gaudeamus . .. ... . .. . . . . . College of the Riverina . . . . . . Yakka Bluey . . . . . . . . . . . . . . Wagga Teachers' College . . . . . . College of Ours . . . . . . . . . . . . There is a Oollege in the Town .. It's a Long w·ay to Tibooburra . . . . . . . . The Happy Wagg·a Students . . . . . . . .

NEGRO SPIRITUAJJS

Go D a.wn Moses . . . . . . . . . . . . Swing Low, Sweet Chariot . . . . . . Green Grow the Rushes Ho . . . . Jerusalem .......... . .... .

SONGS TO SING AROUND THE PIANO

Abdul . .... . ........... . Rickety Tickety Tin . . . . Upidee .. . ... . . . . ... . · · · · Founta in Song . . . . . . . . . . . . . . B eer ............... . .. . . Vive L 'Amour .. ...... ........... . ·Oh How I Hate to Get Up in the Morning That's Where My Money Goes . . . . . . Oh How He Lied . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . College Time . . . . . . . . . . . . .Alouette . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .Anchors Aweigh . . .. . .

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P age

4 5 6 6 7 7 8 8

11 12 12 14

16 18 20 21 23 23 24 25 25 26 27 27

H appy W anderer . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 27 The w ·ardens and the Students should be F r iends 29 S tanding on the Back P ath 30 What a •Swell System This I s . . . . . . . . 31

OLD FOLK •SONGS Grandfather's Clock . . . . . . . . . . . . Skye Boat Song . . . . . . . . . . . . There is a Tavern in the Town . . Road to the Isles . . . . . . The Blue Tail Fly . . . . . . The Lincolnshire Poacher .. In Derry Vale . . . . . . . . D a nny Boy .. .. ... . Old Fat her Thames Greensleeves John Peel ..... . Early One Morning What s hall We Do with the Rio Grande S anta Lucia 0 No• John

Drunken Sailor

COMMUNITY SONGS The Floral Dance . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . Red River Valley . . . . . . . . . . . . Daisy ... . .. ... . Nut Brown Maiden . . . . . . . . . . The Kerry Dance . . . . . . . . . . Pedro the F isherman . . . . . . . . . . . . . . Emmental ..... . .. . . Happy Jack ..... . ... .... . .. . . The Saints ...... . ....... .. ... . Little Brown Jug . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . John Brown's Body . . . . . . . . . . . . . . There's a Hole in My Bucket . . . . . . . . A-Roving .. . . ... . .... . . ...... . . Life on the Ocean W ave . . . . . . . . . .

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34 35 3·6 37 38 39 40 41 42 43 44 45 45 46 47 48

51 5·3 54 54 55 55 57 58 59 60 61 61 63 64

I Come from Alabama . . . . . . Comin' Round the Mountain Mandalay ... .. . .. ... . . . . . Open •Road . . . . . . . . . . . . . . Ain't She Sweet . . . . . . . . . . . . Bill B ailey . . . . . . . . . . . . . . Tiritomba .... .... . .. . . . ... . Clementine . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . Shenandoah . . . . . . . . . . Westering Home . . . . . . . . . . . . . . Down on the Farm . . . . . . . . . . . . Donkey Serenade . . . . . . . . . . . . Gendarmes Duet . . . . . . . . •Somewhere Over the R ainbow . . . . . . Don't Fence Me In . . . . Workin' on the R ailroad La Marseillaise . . . . . . Auld Lang Syne . . . . . . Recessional . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . Advance Australia Fair . . . . . . . .

AUSTRALIAN SONGS Click go the Shears . . . . . . . . . . . . The Wild Colonial Boy . . . . . . . . . . The Road to Gundagai . . . . . . Botany Bay ... . . . ... . . . . . Waltzing Matilda . . . . . . . . . .

IWUNDIS

65 66 67 68 68 68 69 70 71 72 72 73 73 74 74 75 76 77 78 79

80 82 84 86 87

Fires Aburning . . . . . . . . . . . . 89 Frere Jacques . . . . . . . . . . . . 89 Row, Row, Row Your Boat . . . . . . . . . . 89 Kookaburra . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 89 Oh, How Lovely is the Evening . . . . . . . . . . 89

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