Fireside Book of Folk Songs
by Margaret Bradford Boni (1947)
The Fireside Book of Folk Songs (1947), is a classic collection
of 147 beloved folk songs, ballads, hymns, and spirituals -- with
300 pages of piano music, lyrics, and gorgeous illustrations.
The complete set of lyrics-only are provided below
(but by all means, obtain the hardcopy).
Note, though, the appendage to each title line. For instance, the
"Star Spangled Banner -- 34Ab:531358 With spirit, not too slow".
The tempo and key of the tune (3/4 time, in the key of A-flat Major);
some "tonal digits"; and the recommended expressiveness in English or
traditional Italian. Those "tonal digits" represent the first few
notes of the song in octive-like (1-8) tones, with each digit merely
representing a pitch relative to the previous tonal pitch, independent
of any formal key. ... "Oh,(5-3) say(1) can(3) you(5) see(8)".
It's not as good as having the musical score, but it can help
jog your memory once you've heard the actual tune once or twice.
Table of Contents
BALLADS AND OLD FAVORITIES:
... Skye Boat Song
... Bendemeer's Stream
... Cockles and Mussels
... Bonnie George Campbell
... The Riddle
... Scarborough Fair
... Bold Brennan on the Moor
... Santa Lucia
... The Foggy, Foggy dew
... I Am a Poor Wayfaring Stranger
... The Young Voyageur
... The Erie Canal
... Oh, Susanna!
... On Top of Old Smoky
... Funiculi, Funicula
... Careless Love
... Joe Hill
... Widdecombe Fair
... Home, Sweet Home
... Willy, the Weeper
... Peter Gray
... Arkansas Traveler
... The Blue Bells of Scotland
... Sweet Betsy from Pike
... De Camptown Races
... Turkey in the Straw
... Johnny Has Gone for a Soldier
... The Wraggle-Taggle Gypsies, O!
... The Blue-tail Fly
... Au Clair de la Lune
... Auld Lang Syne
... La Jesucita
... Loch Lomond
... Clementine
... Carry Me Back to Old Virginny
... Old Folks at Home
... My Gentle Harp
... Drink to Me Only with Thine Eyes
... John Peel
... The Three Ravens
... Lord Lovel
... Down in the Valley
... Jeanie with the Light Brown Hair
... Hallelujah! I'm a Bum
... Barbara Allen
... Flow Gently, Sweet Afton
... La Vidalita
... Annie Laurie
... Muss I' Denn?
... Nur Du
... Lonesome Road
... Green Grow the Rushes-Ho!
... Every Night When the Sun Goes In
... El Cuando
... Alouette
... Robin M'aime
WORK SONGS:
... Lowlands
... Yeo, Heave Ho!
... Shenandoah
... Drill, Ye Tarriers, Drill!
... The Rio Grande
... Casey Jones
... Haul Away, Joe
... Red River Valley
... I Been Wukkin' on de Railroad
... Paddy Works on the Erie
... Blow the Man Down
... Boston Come-All-Ye
... She'll Be Comin' Round the Mountain
... One More Day
... Can't You Dance the Polka?
... Whoopee, Ti-Yi-Yo
... Home on the Range
... The Coasts of High Barbary
... A-Roving
... John Henry
... The Golden Vanity
... Green Grow the Lilacs
... The Drunken Sailor
MARCHING SONGS AND SONGS OF VALOR:
... The Star Spangled Banner
... Many Thousan' Gone
... Marche Lorraine
... Dixie
... Hatikvah
... When Johnny Comes Marching Home
... The British Grenadiers
... Meadowlands
... Lili Marlene
... Song of the Great Wall
... Moscow
... God Save the King
... Freiheit
... The Peat-Bog Soldiers
... Tachanka
... Waltzing Matilda
... Los Cuatro Generales
... Battle Hymn of the Republic
... John Brown's Body
... La Marseillaise
... The Minstrel Boy
... Come, Fellow Workers
CHRISTMAS CAROLS:
... Angels We Have Heard on High
... O Little Town of Bethlehem
... What Child Is This?
... Good Christian Men, Rejoice
... Jeannette, Isabella
... Adeste Fideles
... Good King Wenceslas
... Twelve Days of Christmas
... Coventry Carol
... O Sanctissima
... Deck the Halls
... The First Nowell
... Joy to the World
... God Rest You Merry, Gentlemen
... The Seven Joys of Mary
... Hark! the Herald Angels Sing
... Rise Up, Shepherd, an' Foller
... Silent Night
... Masters in This Hall
... Wassail Song
OLD HYMNS:
... A Mighty Fortress Is Our God
... Who Can Retell?
... My Faith Looks Up to Thee
... All Hail the Power of Jesus' Name
... Glee Reigns in Galilee
... Guide Me, O Thou Great Jehovah
... Old Hundredth
... Day Is Dying in the West
... Fairest Lord Jesus
... Stand Up, Stand Up, for Jesus
... Jesus, Saviour, Pilot Me
... Hanukkah Song
... All Glory, Laud, and Honor
... Who Is the Man?
... Rock of Ages
... Shall We Gather at the River?
SPIRITUALS:
... Steal Away
... Now Let Me Fly
... Nobody Knows de Trouble I See
... Joshua Fit de Battle ob Jericho
... Oh, a-Rock-a My Soul
... One More River
... Swing Low, Sweet Chariot
... Sit Down, Sister
... My Lord, What a Morning
... Go Down, Moses
...
Skye Boat Song
(Scottish)
-- 68G:121556769 With a rocking motion
- Sing me a song of a lad that is gone,
Say, could that lad be I?
Merry of soul he sailed on a day,
Over the sea to Skye.
- Mull was astern, Rum on the port,
Eigg on the starboard bow;
Glory of youth glowed in his soul;
Where is that glory now?
Bendemeer's Stream
(Irish), by Thomas Moore
-- 34F:1116666555444 Moderato
- There's a bower of roses, by Bendemeer's Stream,
And the nightingale sings 'round it all the day long.
In the time of my childhood 'Twas sweet like a dream,
To sit by the roses And hear the bird's song.
That bow'r and its music I ne'er can forget,
But of when alone In the bloom of the year
I think, "Is the nightingale singing there yet?"
Are the roses still bright by the calm Bendemeer?"
- No, the roses soon withered that hung o'er the wave,
But the blossoms were gathered While freshly they shone,
And the dew was distilled On the flowers, that gave
All the fragrance of summer - when summer is gone.
Thus memory draws from delight ere it dies,
An essence that breathes of it many a year.
Thus, bright to my soul as 'twas then to my eyes,
Is that bow'r on the banks of the calm Bendemeer.
Cockles and Mussels
(Irish)
-- 34F:144446455557 Moderately
- In Dublin's fair city
Where the girls are so pretty
'Twas there that I first met
Sweet Molly Malone
She wheeled her wheelbarrow,
Through streets broad and narrow
Crying, "Cockles and mussels,
Alive, alive-oh!"
Alive, alive-oh
Alive, alive-oh
Crying, "Cockles and mussels,
Alive, alive-oh!"
- She was a fishmonger
But sure 'twas no wonder
For so were her father
And mother before
And they each wheeled their barrow
Through streets broad and narrow
Crying, "Cockles and mussels,
Alive, alive-o"
(Chorus)
- She died of a fever
And no one could save her
And that was the end of
Sweet Molly Malone
Now her ghost wheels her barrow
Through streets broad and narrow
Crying, "Cockles and mussels,
Alive, alive-o"
(Chorus)
Bonnie George Campbell
(Scottish)
-- 34Dm:4211245456 Moderato
- High upon Highlands, low upon Tay,
Bonnie George Campbell rode out on one day.
All saddled all bridled and booted rode he,
And home came the saddle but never came he.
- My barn is to build, my baby's unborn,
But Bonnie George Campbell will never return.
Well, high upon Highlands, low upon Tay,
Bonnie George Campbell rode out on one day.
- All saddled all bridled and booted rode he,
And home came the saddle but never came he.
Home came the saddle all bloody to see,
And home came the good horse but never came he.
The Riddle
(English)
-- 44G:11111245421 Very simply, moderato
- I gave my love a cherry that has no stone,
I gave my love a chicken that has no bone,
I gave my love a ring that has no end,
I gave my love a baby with no cryen
- How can there be a cherry that has no stone?
How can there be a chicken that has no bone?
How can there be a ring that has no end?
How can there be a baby with no cryen?
- A cherry, when it's blooming, it has no stone,
A chicken, when it's pipping, it has no bone,
A ring, when it's rolling, it has no end,
A baby, when it's sleeping, has no cryen.
Scarborough Fair
(English)
-- 34F:1444567885 With motion
- "Oh, where are you going?" "To Scarb'ro Fair?"
Savory, sage, rosemary and thyme.
"Remember me to a lass who lives there,
For once she was a true love of mine."
- "And tell her to make me a cambric shirt,"
Savory, sage, rosemary and thyme.
"Without any seam or needle work,
And then she shall be a true love of mine."
- "And tell her to wash it in yonder dry well,"
Savory, sage, rosemary and thyme.
"Where no water sprung, nor a drop of rain fell,
And then she'll be a true love of mine."
- "And tell her to dry it n yonder thorn,"
Savory, sage, rosemary and thyme.
"Which never bore blossom since Adam was born,
And then she'll be a true love of mine."
- "Oh, will you find me an acre of land,"
Savory, sage, rosemary and thyme.
"Between the sea foam and the sea sand,
Or never be a true love of mine."
C: Bold Brennan on the Moor
(Irish)
-- 44C:111123456798765 Boldly
- It's of a fearless highway-man robber a story I'll tell:
His name was Willie Brennan and in Ireland he did dwell.
'Twas in the Lim'rick mountains he commenced his wild career,
Where many a wealth gentleman before him shook with fear.
Oh, Brennan on the moor,
Brennan on the moor.
Bold, gay, undaunted,
Stood young Brennan on the moor.
- A brace of loaded pistols he carried night and day.
He never robbed a poor man upon the King's Highway.
But what he'd taken from the rich, like Turpin and Black Bess,
He always did divided it with the widow in distress.
(Chorus)
- One night he met a packman, his name was Pedlar Brown.
They traveled on together, till day began to dawn.
The peddler seeing his money gone, likewise his watch and chain,
He at once encountered Brennan and robb'd them back again.
(Chorus)
- When Brennan saw the pedler was as good a man as he,
He took him on the highway, his companion for to be.
The pedler threwed away his pack without any more delay,
And proved a faithful comrade until his dying day.
(Chorus)
Santa Lucia
(Italian)
-- 34Bb:33665522443 Flowing
- Now 'neath the silver moon Ocean glowing.
O'er the calm billows, Soft winds are blowing.
Here balmy breezes blow, Pure joys invite us,
And as we gently row, All things delight us.
Hark, how the sailor's cry Joyously echoes nigh:
Santa Lucia, Santa Lucia!
Home of fair poesy, Realm of pure harmony,
Santa Lucia, Santa Lucia!
- When o'er the waters Light winds are playing,
Thy spell can soothe us, all care allaying.
To thee, sweet Napoli, What charms are given,
Where smiles creation, Toil blest by Heaven.
(Chorus)
The Foggy, Foggy Dew
(American)
-- 44G:14446442225 Ballad style
- When I was a bach'lor I lived all alone
I worked at the weaver's trade;
And the only, only thing I did that was wrong,
Was to woo a fair young maid.
I woo'd her in the winter time,
And in the summer too;
And the only, only thing I did that was wrong,
Was to keep her from the foggy, foggy dew.
- One night she knelt close by my side,
When I was fast asleep,
She threw her arms around my neck,
And then began to weep.
She wept, she cried, she tore her hair,
Ah me, what could I do?
So all night long held her in my arms,
Just to keep her from the foggy, foggy dew.
- Again I'm a bach'lor, I live with my son,
We work at the weaver's trade;
And ev'ry single time that I look into his eyes,
He reminds me of the fair young maid.
He reminds me of the winter time,
And of the summer too;
And the many, many times that I held her in my arms,
Just to keep her from the foggy, foggy dew.
I Am a Poor Wayfaring Stranger
(American)
-- 44Dm2326645642: Andante con moto
- I am a poor wayfaring stranger
A-trav'ling through this land of woe.
And there's no sickness, toil or danger
In that bright world to which I go.
I'm going home to see my father (mother/sister/brother)
I'm going there no more to roam;
I'm just a-going over Jordan
I'm just a-going over home.
The Young Voyageur
(Canadian)
-- 34Bb:321368567643 Swingingly and solidly
- From the wilds of the North comes the young voyageur,
With his boyant canoe well laden with fur.
Gladsome and free, little cares he,
For there's joy in the heart of the young voyageur.
- There's a song on the lips of the young voyageur,
And his voice, sounding far, sets the forest astir.
(Chorus)
The Erie Canal
(American)
-- 44Dm:51133445 Moderato
- I've got a mule, her name is Sal,
Fifteen miles on the Erie Canal;
She's a good ol' worker an' a good ol' pal,
Fifteen miles on the Erie Canal.
We've hauled some barges in our day,
Fill'd with lumber, coal and hay,
And we know every inch of the way
From Albany to Buffalo.
Low bridge, ev'rybody down!
Low bridge for we're comin' to a town
And you'll always know your neighbor,
You'll always know your pal,
If you've ever navigated on the Erie Canal.
- We better get along on our way ol' gal,
Fifteen miles on the Erie Canal;
'Cause you bet your life I'd never part with Sal,
Fifteen miles on the Erie Canal.
Git up there, mule, here comes a lock,
We'll make Rome 'bout six o'clock,
One more trip and back we'll go
Right back home to Buffalo.
(Chorus)
Oh, Susanna!
(American), by Stephen Foster
-- 24D:123556531 Lively
- I come from Alabama with a banjo on my knee,
I'm going to Louisiana, my Susanna for to see.
Oh! Susanna! Oh don't you cry for me,
For I come from Alabama with a banjo on my knee.
- It rained all night the day I left, the weather was so dry,
The sun so hot I froze myself, Susanna, don't you cry.
(Chorus)
- I had a dream the other night, when everything was still.
I thought I saw Susanna a-coming down the hill.
(Chorus)
- The buckwheat cake was in her mouth, the tear was in her eye,
Says I, "I'm coming from the South." Susanna, don't you cry.
(Chorus)
On Top of Old Smokey
(American)
-- 34C:11358664565 Tenderly
- On top of Old Smokey, All covered with snow,
I lost my true lover, Come a-courtin' too slow.
- For courtin's a pleasure, A flirtin' a grief,
A false-hearted lover, Is worse than a thief.
- For a thief, he will rob you, And take what you have,
But a false-hearted lover, Will send you to your grave.
- She'll hug you and kiss you, And tell you more lies,
Than the crossties on a railroad, Or stars in the skies.
- (Repeat first verse.)
Funiculi, Funicula (A Merry Life)
(Italian)
-- 68C:58877556633 Allegro
- Some think the world is made for fun and frolic,
And so do I! And so do I!
Some think it well to be all melancholic,
To pine and sigh, To pine and sigh.
But I, I love to spend my time in singing
Some joyous song, Some joyous song;
To set the air with music bravely ringing,
Is far from wrong! Is far from wrong!
Harken! Harken! Music sounds afar!
Harken! Harken! Music sounds afar! Tra-la-la-
la, tra-la-la-la, tra-la-la-la, tra-la-la-la!
Joy is ev'rywhere, Tra-la-la-la, tra-la-la-la!
- Ah, me! 'tis strange that some should take to sighing,
And like it well! And like it well!
For me, I have not tho't it worth the trying,
So cannot tell! So cannot tell!
With laugh, and dance, and song, the day soon passes,
Full soon is gone, Full soon is gone;
For mirth, was made for joyous lads and lasses
To call their own! To call their own!
(Chorus)
Careless Love
(American)
-- 44F:6431354 Swinging Blues tempo
- Love, oh love, oh careless love,
Love, oh love, oh careless love,
Oh it's love, oh love, oh careless love,
You, see what careless love has done.
- Once I wore my apron low,
Once I wore my apron low,
Oh it's once I wore my apron low,
You'd follow me through rain and snow.
- Now I wear my apron high,
Now I wear my apron high,
Oh it's now I wear my apron high,
You'll see my door and pass it by.
- I cried last night and the night before,
I cried last night and the night before,
Oh I cried last night and the night before,
Going to cry tonight and cry no more.
- (Repeat first verse.)
Joe Hill
(American), by Alfred Hayes
-- 44C:53555355568868 Freely
- I dreamed I saw Joe Hill last night,
Alive as you and me.
Says I, "But Joe, you're ten years dead,"
"I never died" says he,
"I never died" says he.
- "In Salt Lake, Joe," says I to him,
Him standing by my bed,
"They framed you on a murder charge,"
Says Joe, "But I ain't dead,"
Says Joe, "But I ain't dead."
- "The Copper Bosses killed you Joe,
they shot you Joe," says I.
"Takes more than guns to kill a man,"
Says Joe "I didn't die,"
Says Joe "I didn't die."
- And standing there as big as life
And smiling with his eyes,
Joe says, "What they can never kill
Went on to organize,
Went on to organize."
- "Joe Hill ain't dead," he says to me,
"Joe Hill ain't never died.
Where working men are out on strike
Joe Hill is at their side,
Joe Hill is at their side.
- "From San Diego up to Maine,
In every mine and mill,
Where workers strike and organize,"
Says he, "You'll find Joe Hill,"
Says he, "You'll find Joe Hill."
- (Repeat first verse.)
Widdecombe Fair
(English)
-- 68G:144643214 Rollicking
- "Tom Pearce, Tom Pearce, lend me your grey mare,
All along, down along, out along leer.
For I want for to go to Widdecombe Fair,
With Bill Brewer, Jan Stewer, Peter Gurney,
Peter Davy, Dan'l Whiddon, Harry Hawk,
Old Uncle Tom Cobleigh and all.
Old Uncle Tom Cobleigh and all.
- And when shall I see again my grey mare?
All along, down along, out along lee.
By Friday soon, or Saturday noon,
(Chorus)
- So they harassed and bridled the old grey mare,
All along, down along, out along lee.
And off they drove to Widddecombe Fair,
(Chorus)
- Then Friday came, and Saturday noon,
All along, down along, out along lee.
But Tom Pearce's old mare hath not trotted home,
(Chorus)
- So Tom Pearce he got up to the top of the hill,
All along, down along, out along lee.
And he see'd his old mare down a-making her will,
(Chorus)
- So Tom Pearce's old mare, her took sick and died.
All along, down along, out along lee.
And Tom he sat down on a stone, and he cried,
(Chorus)
- But this isn't the end o'this shocking affair,
All along, down along, out along lee.
Nor, th' they be dead, of the horrid career,
(Chorus)
- When the wind whistles cold on the moor of a night,
All along, down along, out along lee.
Tom Pearce's old mare doth appear ghastly white,
(Chorus)
- And all the long night be heard skirling and groans,
All along, down along, out along lee.
From Tom Pearce's old mare in her rattling bones,
(Chorus)
Home Sweet Home
(English), by John Howard Payne
-- 44D:134653543423 Simply
- 'Mid Pleasures and palaces though I may roam,
Be it ever so humble, there's no place like home;
A charm from the sky seems to hallow us there,
Which, seek thro' the world, is ne'er met with elsewhere.
Home! Home! Sweet, sweet home!
There's no place like home,
There's no place like home.
- An exile from home, spendor dazzles in vain,
Oh, give me my lowly thatched cottage again;
The birds singing gaily, that come at my call;
Give me them, with that peace of mind, dearer than all.
(Chorus)
- To thee, I'll return, overburdened with care,
The heart's dearest solace will smile on me there.
No more from that cottage again will I roam,
Be it ever so humble, there's no place like home.
(Chorus)
Willy, the Weeper
(American)
-- 24Dm:12323231233231 Not too fast
- Did you ever hear the story 'bout Willie the Weeper?
Made his livin' was a chimney sweeper.
He had a dope habit an' he bad it bad:
Listen while I tell you 'bout the dream he had:
Tee tee dee dee dee dee,
toot too doo doo doo doo,
Yah dee dah dah, dee dee dee dah dah!
- Queen o' Bulgaria wuz the first he met;
She called him her darlin', her lovin' pet.
She promised him a Ford automobile,
With a diamond headlight an' a silver steerin'-wheel:
(Chorus)
- Willy landed in New York one evenin' late,
He asked his sugar baby for an after-date.
Willy he got funny, she began to shout:
Bim bam boo! -- an' the dope gave out.
(Chorus)
Peter Gray
(American)
-- 24Cm:14565488767878 Moderato
- Once on a time there lived a man, his name was Peter Gray.
He lived way down in that 'ere town called Penn-syl-van-i-a.
Blow ye winds of morning, Blow ye winds, heigh ho!
Blow ye winds of morning, Blow, blow, blow!
- Now Peter fell in love with a nice young girl.
The first three letters of her name were Lucy Anna Pearl.
(Chorus)
- Just as they were going to wed, her father did say, "No."
And quincidently she was sent beyond the O-hi-o.
(Chorus)
- When Peter heard his love was lost, he knew not what to say,
He'd half a mind to jump into the Sus-que-hann-i-a.
(Chorus)
- Now Peter went away out West to seek his fort-i-an,
But he was caught and scalp-i-ed by a bloodie Ind-i-an.
(Chorus)
- When Lucy heard of this bad news about poor Peter Gray,
She wept, and wept, and wep-i-ed her poor sweet life away.
(Chorus)
Arkansas Traveler
(American), by David Stevens
-- 24D:1465422114 With zip
- O once upon a time in Arkansas,
An old man sat in his little cabin door,
And fiddled at a tune that he lik'd to hear,
A jolly old tune that he play'd by ear.
It was raining hard, but the fiddler didn't care
He saw'd away at the popular air,
Tho' his roof tree leaked like a waterfall,
That didn't seem to bother the man at all.
- A traveler was riding by that day,
And stopped to hear him a-practicing away;
The cabin was afloat and his feet were wet,
But still the old man didn't seem to fret.
So the stranger said: "Now the way it seems to me,
You'd better mend your roof," said he.
But the old man said, as he played away:
I couldn't mend it now, it's a rainy day.
- The traveler replied: "That's all quite true,
But this I think is the thing for you to do;
Get busy on a day that is fair and bright,
Then patch the old roof till it's good and tight."
But the old man kept on a-playing at his reel,
And tapp'd the ground with his leathery heel:
"Get along," said he, "for you give me a pain;
My cabin never leaks when it doesn't rain."
The Blue Bells of Scotland
(Scottish)
-- 44C:5876567833421 Moderato
- Oh where, and oh where is your Highland laddie gone?
Oh where, and oh where is your Highland laddie gone?
He's gone to fight the foe for King George upon the throne,
And it's oh, in my heart, I wish him safe at home.
- Oh where, and oh where, did your Highland laddie dwell?
Oh where, and oh where, did your Highland laddie dwell?
He dwelt in merry Scotland at the sign of the blue bell,
And it's oh, in my heart, I love my lad lie well.
- Suppose, and suppose your Highland lad should die?
Suppose, and suppose your Highland lad should die?
The bagpipes shall play o'er him and I'll sit me down and cry,
But it's oh in my heart, I wish he may not die.
Sweet Betsy from Pike
(American)
-- 34D:11355422111 Flowing
- Did you ever hear tell of sweet Betsy from Pike,
Who crossed the wide prairies with her lover Ike,
With two yoke of cattle and one spotted hog,
A tall shanghai rooster, an old yaller dog.
Sing too-ral-i-oo-ral-i-oo-ral-i-ay,
Sing too-ral-i-oo-ral-i-oo-ral-i-ay.
- One evening quite early they camped on the Platte,
'Twas near by the road on a green shady flat;
Where Betsy, sore-foot tired, lay down to repose,
While with wonder Ike gazed on that Pike County rose.
(Chorus)
- They swam the wide rivers and crossed the tall peaks,
And camped on the prairie for weeks upon weeks,
Starvation and cholera, and hard work and slaughter,
They reached California 'spite of hell and high water.
(Chorus)
- Out on the prairie one bright starry night,
They broke the whiskey and Betsy got tight,
She sang and she shouted and danced o'er the plain,
And showed her bare arse to the whole wagon train.
(Chorus)
- The Injuns came down in a wild yelling horde,
And Betsy was skeered they would scalp her adored;
Behind the front wagon wheel Betsy did crawl,
And there she fought the Injuns with musket and ball.
(Chorus)
- The alkali desert was burning and bare,
And Issac's soul shrank from the death that lurked there:
"Dear Old Pike County, I'll go back to you,
Says Betsy, "You'll go by yourself if you do."
(Chorus)
De Camptown Races
(American), by Stephen Foster
-- 24C:55535653 Moderato
- De Camptown ladies sing dis song, Doo-dah! doo-dah!
De Camptown race-track five miles long, Oh! doo-dah day!
I come down dah wid my hat caved in, Doo-dah! doo-dah!
I go back home wid a pocket full of tin, Oh! doo-dah day!
Gwine to run all night! Gwine to run all day!
I'll bet my money on de bob-tail nag,
Somebody bet on de bay.
- De long tail filly and de big black hoss, Doo-dah! doo-dah!
Dey fly de track an' dey both cut cross, Oh! doo-dah-day!
De blin hoss sticken in a big mud hole, Doo-dah! doo-dah!
He can't touch bottom wid a ten foot pole, Oh! doo-dah-day!
(Chorus)
- Old muley cow come on to de track, Doo-dah! doo-dah!
De bob-tail fling her ober his back, Oh! doo-dah-day!
Den fly along like a rail-road car, Doo-dah! doo-dah!
A-runnin' a race wid a shootin' star, Oh! doo-dah-day!
(Chorus)
- See dem flyin' on a ten mile heat, Doo-dah! doo-dah!
A-roun' de race track, den repeat, Oh! doo-dah-day!
I win my money on de bob-tail nag, Doo-dah! doo-dah!
I keep my money in an old tow-bag, Oh! doo-dah-day!
(Chorus)
Turkey in the Straw
(American)
-- 44F:8766612333 Lively
- As I was a-gwine on down the road,
With a tired team and a heavy load,
I cracked my whip and the leader sprung;
I says day-day to the wagon tongue.
Turkey in the straw, (whistle), Turkey in the hay,(whistle)
Roll 'em up and twist 'em up a high tuckahaw,
And hit 'em up a tune called Turkey in the Straw.
- Went out to milk and I didn't know how
I milked the goat instead of the cow
A monkey sittin' on a pile of straw
A winkin' at his mother-in-law
(Chorus)
- Met Mr. Catfish comin' down stream,
Says Mr. Catfish, "What does you mean?"
Caught Mr. Catfish by the snout
And turned Mr. Catfish wrong side out
(Chorus)
- Came to the river and I couldn't get across,
Paid five dollars for an old blind hoss
Wouldn't go ahead and he wouldn't stand still,
So he went up and down like an old saw mill
(Chorus)
- As I came down the new cut road
Met Mr. Bullfrog, met Miss Toad,
And every time Miss Toad would sing
Ole Bullfrog cut a pigeon wing
(Chorus)
- Oh, I jumped in the seat, and I gave a little yell,
The horses run away, broke the wagon all to hell;
Sugar in the gourd and honey in the horn,
I never was so happy since the hour I was born.
(Chorus)
Johnny Has Gone for a Soldier
(American)
-- 44Am:88776635353551 Slowly, but with motion
- Here I sit on Buttermilk Hill,
Who can blame me, cry my fill;
And ev'ry tear would turn a mill:
Johnny has gone for a soldier.
- Me, oh my, I loved him so,
Broke my heart to see him go,
And only time will heal my woe:
Johnny has gone for a soldier.
- I'll sell my flax, I'll sell my wheel,
Buy, my love a sword of steel
So it in battle he may wield:
Johnny has gone for a soldier.
The Wraggle-Taggle Gypsies, O!
(English)
-- 44Cm:54311543221 Not too slowky
- There were thrree gypsies a-come to my door,
And downstairs ran this a-lady, O!
One sang high and another sang low,
And the other sang bonny, bony Biscay, O!
- The she pulled off her silk finish'd gown,
And put on hose of leather, O!
The ragged, ragged rags about our door,
And she's gone with the wranggle-taggle gypsies, O!
- It was late last night when my lord came home,
Inquiring for his a-lady, O!
The servants said on ev'ry hand:
She's gone with the wranggle-taggle gypsies, O!
- O saddle to me my milk-white steed,
And go and fetch me my pony, O!
That I may ride and seek my bride,
Who is gone with the wraggle-taggle gypsies, O!
- O he rode high, and he rode low,
He rode through woods and copses too,
Until he came to a wide open field,
And there he espied his a-lady, O!
- "What makes you leave your house and land?
What makes you leave your money, O!
What makes you leave your new-wedded lord,
To follow the wraggle-taggle gypsies, O!"
- "What care I for my house and my land?
What care I for my money, O?
What care I for my new-wedded lord,
I'm off with the wraggle-taggle gypsies, O!"
- "Last night you slept on a goose-feather bed,
With the sheet turned down so bravely, O!
Tonight you'll sleep in a cold open field,
Along with the wraggle-taggle gypsies, O!"
- "What care I for the goose-feather bed,
With the sheet turned down so bravely, O!
Tonight I shall sleep in a cold open field,
Along with the wraggle-taggle gypsies, O!"
The Blue-tail Fly
(American)
-- 24Dm:78764228 Freely
- When I was young I used to wait
On Massa an' hand him his plate;
An' pass de bottle when he got dry,
An' brush away de blue-tail fly.
Jim crack corn an' I don't care,
Jim crack corn an' I don't care,
Jim crack corn an' I don't care,
Ole Massa's gone away.
- One day he ride aroun' de farm,
De flies so num'rous they did swarm,
One chanced to bite him on de thigh,
De devil take de blue-tail fly.
(Chorus)
- De poney run, he jump, he pitch,
He threw my massa in de ditch;
He died, an' de jury wondered why,
De verdict was, de blue-tail fly.
(Chorus)
- They lay him under a 'simmon tree,
His epitaph is there to see;
"Beneath this stone I'm forced to lie,
Victim of de blue-tail fly."
(Chorus)
Au Clair de la Lune (By the Pale Moonlight)
(French),
by Charles Fonteyn Manney -- 44F:44456546554 Simply
- "At your door I'm knocking, By the pale moonlight;
Lend a pen, I pray thee, I've a word to write;
Gutter'd is my candle, Burns my fire no more;
For the love of heaven, Open now the door!"
- Pierrot cried in answer By the pale moonlight,
"In my bed I'm lying, Late and chill the night;
Yonder at my neighbor's, Someone is astir;
Fire is freshly kindled - Get a light from her."
- To the neighbor's house then, By the pale moonlight,
Goes our gentle Lubin To beg a pen to write;
"Who knocks there so softly?" Calls a voice above;
"Open wide your door now, 'Tis the God of Love."
- Seek they pen and candle By the pale moonlight,
They can see so little, dark is now the night;
What they find in seeking, That is not revealed;
All behind her door is Carefully concealed.
Auld Lang Syne
(Scottish)
-- 44Eb:14446545644678
- Should auld acquaintance be forgot, And never brought to mind?
Should auld acquaintance be forgot, And days of auld lang syne.
And days of auld lang syne, my dear, And days of auld lang syne,
Should auld acquaintance be forgot, And Days of auld lang syne?
- We twa ha'e run about the braes, And pu'd the gowans fine,
We've wander'd mony a weary foot, Sin' auld lang syne.
Sin' auld lang syne, my dear, Sin' auld lang syne,
We've wander'd mony a weary foot, Sin' auld lang syne.
- We twa ha'e sported i' the burn, From morning sun till dine,
But seas between us braid ha'e roar'd, Sin' auld lang syne.
Sin' auld lang syne, my dear, Sin' auld lang syne,
But seas between us braid ha'e roar'd, Sin' auld lang syne.
And here's a hand, my trusty frien', And gie's a hand o' thine;
We'll tak' a cup o' kindness yet, For auld lang syne.
For auld lang syne, my dear, For auld lang syne,
We'll tak' a cup o' kindness yet, For auld lang syne.
La Jesucita
(Mexican)
-- 24G:14686546765 Lightly
- Come, let us go to the dance, see how lovely
Where twenty lanterns are burning so brightly,
Come where the dancers are swaying so lightly,
See how they step to the rhythm of the dance.
So favor me, Jesucita, And dance with only me;
You know that I am your lover, My heart beats just for thee.
Come, let us go to the dance, see how lovely
Where twenty lanterns are burning so brightly,
Come where the dancers are swaying so lightly,
See how they step to the rhythm of the dance.
Loch Lomond
(Scottish), by Lady John Scott
-- 44Dm:124456545542 Andante
- By yon bonnie banks and by yon bonnie braes,
Where the sun shines bright on Loch Lomond,
Where me and my true love were ever wont to be,
On the bonnie, bonnie banks of Loch Lomond.
Oh, you'll take the high road and I'll take the low road,
And I'll be in Scotland before you;
But me and my true love will never meet again,
On the bonnie, bonnie banks of Loch Lomond.
- I mind where we parted in yon shady glen,
On the steep, steep side of Ben Lomond,
Where in deep purple hue the Highland hills we view,
And the moon coming out in the gloaming.
(Chorus)
- The wee birdies sing and the wild flowers spring,
And in sunshine the waters are sleeping,
But the broken heart will ken no second spring again,
And the world does not know how we are greeting.
(Chorus)
Clementine
(American)
-- 34F:444166644688765 With mock seriousness
- 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!
You are 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.
(Chorus)
- Drove she ducklings to the water,
Ev'ry morning just at mine,
Struck her foot against a splinter,
Fell into the foaming brine.
(Chorus)
- Ruby lips above the water,
Blowing bubbles soft and fine,
But alas, I was no swimmer,
So I lost my Clementine.
(Chorus)
- The the miner, forty-niner,
Soon began to peak and pine,
Thought he oughter jine his daughter,
Now he's with his Clementine
(Chorus)
- In my dreams she still doth haunt me,
Robed in garments soaked in brine;
Though in life I used to hug her,
Now she's dead I draw the line.
(Chorus)
Carry Me Back to Old Virginny
(American),
by James A. Bland -- 44F:667654214 Moderato
- Carry me back to old Virginny,
There's where the cotton and the corn and taters grow,
There's where the birds warble sweet in the springtime;
There's where this old darky's heart am long'd to go,
There's where I labor'd so hard for old massa,
There's where I worked in the fields of yellow corn,
No place on earth do I love more sincerely
Than old Virginny, the state where I was born.
- Carry me back to old Virginny,
There let me live till I wither and decay;
Long by the old Dismal Swamp have I wandered,
There's where this old darky's life will pass away.
Massa and missis have long gone before me,
Soon we will meet on that bright and golden shore,
There we'll be happy and free from all sorrow,
There's where we'll meet and we'll never part no more.
Old Folks at Home
(American), by Stephen Foster
-- 44C:321321868 Not too sentimentally
- Way down upon the Swannee River,
Far, far away,
There's where my heart is turning ever,
There's where the old folks stay.
All up and down the whole creation,
Sadly I roam,
Still longing for my the old plantation,
And for the old folks at home.
All the world is sad and dreary
Everywhere I roam.
O dear ones, how my heart grows weary,
Far from the old folks at home.
- All 'round the little farm I wander'd,
When I was young;
Then many happy days I squander'd,
Many the songs I sung.
When I was playing with my brother,
Happy was I.
Oh, take me to my kind old mother,
There let me live and die.
(Chorus)
- One little hut among the bushes,
One that I love.
Still sadly to my memory rushes,
No matter where I rove.
When will I see the bees a-humming,
All 'round the comb?
When shall I hear the banjo strumming,
Down in my good old home.
(Chorus)
My Gentle Harp
(Irish), by Thomas Moore
-- 44C:234545875431 Andante, freely
- My gentle harp, once more I waken
The sweetness of thy slumb'ring strain
In tears our last farewell was taken
And now in tears we meet again.
Yet even then, while peace was singing,
Her halcyon song o'er land and sea,
Though joy and hope to others bringing,
She only brought new tears to thee.
- Then who can ask for notes of pleasure,
My drooping harp, from chords like thine?
Alas, the lark's gay morning measure
As ill would suit the swan's decline.
Or how shall I, who love, who bless thee,
Invoke thy breath for freedom's strains,
When e'en the wreaths in which I dress thee,
Are sadly mixed, half flours, half chains.
Drink to Me Only with Thine Eyes
(English),
by Ben Jonson -- 68C:55566765456 Andante, con moto
- Drink to me only with thine eyes,
And I will pledge with mine;
Or leave a kiss within the cup,
And I'll not ask for wine;
The thirst, that from the soul doth rise,
Doth ask a drink divine;
But might I of Jove's nectar sip,
I would not change for thine.
- I sent thee late a rosy wreath,
Not so much hon'ring thee
As giving it a hope that there
It could not withered be;
But thou thereon did'st only breathe,
And sent'st it back to me,
Since when it grows and smells, I swear,
Not of itself but thee.
John Peel
(English), by John W. Graves
-- 44C: 4566445664 Robustly
- D'ye ken John Peel with his coat so gay?
D'ye ken John Peel at the break of day,
D'ye ken John Peel when he's far, far away,
With his hounds and his horn in the morning.?
Twas the sound of his horn brought me from my bed,
And the cry of his hounds has me oft-times led,
For Peel's "View hal-lo!" would awaken the dead,
Or the fox from his lair in the morning.
- Yes, I ken John Peel and Ruby too!
Ranter and Ringwood, Bellman and True,
From a find to a check, from the check to a view,
From a view to a death in the morning.
(Chorus)
- D'ye ken John Peel with his coat so gay?
He lived at Troutbeck once on a day,
Now he has gone far, far away,
We shall ne'er hear his voice in the morning.
(Chorus)
The Three Ravens
(English)
-- 44Dm:145687665 With much expression
- There were three ravens sat on a tree,
Down a down, hey down, hey down.
They were as black as black might be,
With a down.
The one of them said to his mate.
"Where shall we our breakfast take?"
With a down, derry derry, derry down, down.
- Down in yonder green field,
Down a down, hey down, hey down.
There lies a knight slain under his shield;
With a down.
His hounds they lie down at his feet.
So well they their master keep.
With a down, derry derry, derry down, down.
- His hawks they fly so eagerly,
Down a down, hey down, hey down.
There is no fowl dare him come nigh,
With a down.
But down there comes a fallow doe,
As great with young as she might go,
With a down, derry derry, derry down, down.
- She lifted up his bloody head,
Down a down, hey down, hey down.
And kissed his wounds that were so red,
With a down.
She got him up upon her back
And carried him to an earthen lake,
With a down, derry derry, derry down, down.
- She buried him before the prime,
Down a down, hey down, hey down.
She was dead herself ere even-song time,
With a down.
Now God send every gentleman
Such hounds, such hawks and such leman,
With a down, derry derry, derry down, down.
Lord Lovel
(American)
-- 68D:14446665654 With feeling
- Lord Lovel he stood by his own castle gate,
A-combing his milk-white steed,
When along came Lady Nancy Belle
A-wishing her lover good speed, speed, speed,
A-wishing her lover good speed.
- "Oh where are you going, Lord Lovel?" she said,
"Oh where are you going?" said she.
I'm going, my Lady Nancy Bell,
Strange countries for to see, see, see
Strange countries for to see.
- "When will you be back, Lord Lovel?" she said;
"When will you be back?" cried she.
"In a year or two or three at the most,
I'll return to my Lady Nancee-cee-cee,
I'll return to my Lady Nancee."
- He'd not been gone but a year and a day,
Strange countries for to see,
When languishing thoughts came into his mind,
Lady Nancy Bell he would see, see, see,
Lady Nancy Bell he would see.
- He rode and he rode on his milk-white steed,
Till he reached fair London Town;
And there he heard St. Varney's bell
And the people all mourning, around, round, round,
And the people all mourning around.
- "Is anyone dead?" Lord Lovel he said,
"Is anyone dead?" said he he.
"A lady is dead,"the people all said,
And yhey call her Lady Nancee-cee-cee,
And they call her Lady Nancee."
- He order'd the grave to be opened forthwith,
The shroud to be folded down;
And then he kissed her clay-cold lips
Till the tears came trickling down, down, down,
Till the tears came trickling down.
- Lady Nancy she died as it might be today,
Lord Lovel he died tomorrow.
Lady Nancy she died of pure, pure grief,
Lord Lovel he died of sorrow, sorrow,
Lord Lovel he died of sorrow.
- Lady Nancy was laid in St. Clement's churchyard,
Lor Lovel was buried close by her;
And out of her bosom there grew a red rose,
And out of his backbone a briar, briar, briar,
And out of his backbone a briar.
- They grew and they grew on the old church tower,
Till they couldn't grow up any higher;
And there they tied in a true lover's knot,
For all true lovers to admire-mire-mire,
For a;; true lovers to admire.
Down in the Valley
(American)
-- 98F:1456666883 Andante con moto
- Down in the valley, the valley so low,
Hang your head over, hear the wind blow.
Hear the wind blow, dear, hear the wind blow.
Hang your head over, hear the wind blow.
- Writing this letter, containing three lines,
Answer my question, will you be mine?
Will you be mine, dear, will you be mine,
Answer my question, will you be mine?
- Roses love sunshine, violets love dew,
Angels in heaven, know I love you.
Know I love you, dear, know I love you,
Angels in heaven know I love you.
Jeanie with the Light Brown Hair
(American),
by Stephen Foster -- 44Eb:98676546124 Moderato
- I dream of Jeanie with the light brown hair,
Borne like a vapor, on the summer air;
I see her tripping where the bright streams play,
Happy as the daisies that dance on her way.
Many were the wild notes her merry voice would pour,
Many were the blithe birds that warbled them o'er;
Ah! I dream of Jeanie with the light brown hair,
Floating, like a vapor on the soft summer air.
- I long for Jeanie with the day-dawn smile,
Radiant in gladness, warm with winning guile;
I hear her melodies, like joys gone by,
Sighing round my heart o'er the fond hopes that die;
Sighing like the night wind and sobbing like the rain,
Wailing for the lost one that comes not again;
Ah! I long for Jeanie and my heart bows low,
Never more to find her where the bright waters flow.
Hallelujah! I'm a Bum
(American)
-- 34D:1444456666 Not too fast
- Oh, why don't I work Like other men do?
How the hell can I work When the skies are so blue?
Hallelujah! I'm a bum, Hallelujah! bum again,
Hallelujah! give us a handout, And revive us again!
- Oh, I love my boss And my boss loves me,
And that is the reason I'm so hunger-y.
(Chorus)
- Oh, the springtime has come And I'm just out of jail,
Without any money, Without any bail.
(Chorus)
- I went to a house And I knocked on a door;
A lady came out, says, "You been here before."
(Chorus)
- I went to a house And I asked for a piece of bread,
A lady came out, says "The baker is dead."
(Chorus)
- When springtime does come, Oh, won't we have fun,
We'll throw up our jobs And we'll goon the bum.
(Chorus)
Barbara Allen
(English)
-- 34C:134543212358875 In narrative style
- In Scarlet town where I was born,
There was a fair maid dwellin',
Made ev'ry youth cry, "Well a day,"
Her name was Barb'ra Allen.
- All in in the merry month of May,
When green buds they were swellin',
Young Jenny Grove on his deathbed lay,
For love of Barb'ra Allen.
- He sent his man unto her then,
To the town where she was dwellin',
"You must come to my master, dear,
If your name be Barb'ra Allen."
- So slowly, slowly she came up,
And slowly she came nigh him,
And all she said when there she came:
"Young man, I think you're dying!"
- He turned his face unto the wall,
And death was drawing nigh him.
"Adieu, adieu, my dear friends all,
And be kind to Barb'ra Allen."
- As she was walking o'er the fields,
She heard the death bell knellin',
And ev'ry stroke did seem tosay,
"Unworthy Barb'ra Allen."
- When he was dead and laid in grave,
Her heart was struck with sorrow.
"O mother, mother, make my bed,
For I shall die tomorrow."
- And on her deathbed as she lay,
She begged to be buried by him,
And sore repented of the day
That she did e'er deny him.
- "Farewell," she said, "ye virgins all,
And shun the fault I fell in,
Henceforth take warning by the fall
Of cruel Barb'ra Allen.
Flow Gently, Sweet Afton
(Scottish), by Robert Burns
-- 34F:144654412421 Gracefully
- Flow gently, sweet Afton, among thy green braes;
Flow gently, I'll sing thee a song in thy praise;
My Mary's asleep by thy murmuring stream,
Flow gently, sweet Afton, disturb not her dream.
Thou stock-dove, whose echo resounds from the hill,
Ye wild whistling blackbirds in yon thorny dell,
Thou green-crested lapwing, thy screaming forbear,
I charge you disturb not my slumbering fair.
- Thy crystal stream, Afton, how lovely it glides,
And winds by the cot where my Mary resides,
How wanton thy waters her snowy feet lave,
As gathering sweet flow'rets, she stems thy clear wave.
Flow gently, sweet Afton, among thy green braes,
Flow gently, sweet river, the theme of my lays;
My Mary's asleep by thy murmuring stream,
Flow gently, sweet Afton, disturb not her dream.
La Vidalita
(Uruguayan)
-- 34Dm:1232321235 Andante espressivo
- Why in forest deep, grieves, vidalita,
Grieves the mourning dove?
For he's ever roaming, vidalita,
In the solitude.
For he's ever roaming, Vidalita,
In the solitude.
- Thus within our souls, grieve, vidalita,
Grieve with sorrow deep!
Hiding sweet ideals, there, vidalita,
Which will never come true.
Hiding sweet ideals, there, Vidalita,
Which will never come true.
Annie Laurie
(Scottish), by William Douglas
-- 44C:321187766533212 Not too slowly
- Maxwellton braes are bonnie, Where early fa's the dew,
And 'twas there that Annie Laurie Gave me her promise true.
Gave me her promise true, Which ne'er forgot will be,
And for bonnie Annie Laurie, I lay me doon and dee.
- Her brow is like the snowdrift, Her throat is like a swan,
Her face it is the fairest That e'er the sun shone on.
That e'er the sun shone on, And dark blue is her e'e,
And for bonnie Annie Laurie I lay me doon and dee.
- Like dew on th' gowan lying, Is the fa' o' her fairy feet,
And like winds in summer sighing Her voice is low and sweet.
Her voice is low and sweet, And she's a' the world to me,
And for bonnie Annie Laurie, I lay me doon and dee.
Muss I' Denn? (Must I Then?)
(German)
-- 44C:123354465543 Con moto
- Must I then, must I then to the city away,
City away, and you, my love, stay here!
When I come, when I come, when I come back again,
Come back again. I'll return to you, my dear!
I cannot always be with you, still you are my only joy.
When I come, when I come, when I come back again,
come back again, I'll return to you, my dear!
Nur Du (Thou Only)
(German)
-- 44Dm:4466998865444466 Simply, with sincerity
- My thoughts and all my memories belong to thee;
My chosen love and solace thou, Oh, stay with me!
Thou, thou, oh ever shall thou think of me.
Had I fullest magic pow'r,
I ne'er would stray away from thee.
- My chosen love and solace thou, forget me not;
My life and all I have, I vow to thee to keep,
Thine, thine, forever will I thine remain.
Thou givest mejoy and couarge high,
My grief and woe dost thou restrain.
- Thou lovely and beloved one, thou art so fair;
Thy like in all the kingdom to find is rare.
I yearn and ever long for thy dear grace.
Now that from thee I must part,
Oh, hold me, love, in thine embrace.
Lonesome Road
(American)
-- 24F:351314446 With feeling
- Look down, look down that lonesome road,
Hang down yo' head an' cry;
The best of friends must part sometime;
And why not you and I?
- True love, true love, what have I done
That you should treat me so?
You caused me to walk and talk with you,
Like I never done befo'.
Green Grow the Rushes-Ho!
(English)
-- 44Bb:85531 Allegro
- I'll sing you one-ho!
Green grow the rashes-ho.
What is your one-ho?
One is one and all alone and evermore shall be so.
- I'll sing you two-ho!
Green grow the rashes-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 rashes-ho.
What are your three-ho?
Three, three the rivals,
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 four-ho!
Green grow the rashes-ho.
What are your four-ho?
Four for the gospel makers,
Three, three the rivals,
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 five-ho!
Green grow the rashes-ho.
What are your five-ho?
Five for the symbols at your door,
Four for the gospel makers,
Three, three the rivals,
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 six-ho!
Green grow the rashes-ho.
What are your six-ho?
Six for the six proud walkers,
Five for the symbols at your door,
Four for the gospel makers,
Three, three the rivals,
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 seven-ho!
Green grow the rashes-ho.
What are your seven-ho?
Seven for the seven stars in the sky,
Six for the six proud walkers,
Five for the symbols at your door,
Four for the gospel makers,
Three, three the rivals,
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 eight-ho!
Green grow the rashes-ho.
What are your eight-ho?
Eight for the April rainers,
Seven for the seven stars in the sky,
Six for the six proud walkers,
Five for the symbols at your door,
Four for the gospel makers,
Three, three the rivals,
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 nine-ho!
Green grow the rashes-ho.
What are your nine-ho?
Nine for the nine bright shiners,
Eight for the April rainers,
Seven for the seven stars in the sky,
Six for the six proud walkers,
Five for the symbols at your door,
Four for the gospel makers,
Three, three the rivals,
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 ten-ho!
Green grow the rashes-ho.
What are your ten-ho?
Ten for the ten commandments,
Nine for the nine bright shiners,
Eight for the April rainers,
Seven for the seven stars in the sky,
Six for the six proud walkers,
Five for the symbols at your door,
Four for the gospel makers,
Three, three the rivals,
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 eleven-ho!
Green grow the rashes-ho.
What are your eleven-ho?
Eleven for the eleven went up to heav'n,
Ten for the ten commandments,
Nine for the nine bright shiners,
Eight for the April rainers,
Seven for the seven stars in the sky,
Six for the six proud walkers,
Five for the symbols at your door,
Four for the gospel makers,
Three, three the rivals,
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 twelve-ho!
Green grow the rashes-ho.
What are your twelve-ho?
Twelve for the twelve apostles,
Eleven for the eleven went up to heav'n,
Ten for the ten commandments,
Nine for the nine bright shiners,
Eight for the April rainers,
Seven for the seven stars in the sky,
Six for the six proud walkers,
Five for the symbols at your door,
Four for the gospel makers,
Three, three the rivals,
Two, two the lily-white boys, clothed all in green-ho.
One is one and all alone and evermore shall be so.
Every Night When the Sun Goes In
(American)
-- 44C:11311231 Blues tempo
- Ev'ry night when the sun goes in,
Ev'ry night when the sun goes in,
Ev'ry night when the sun goes in,
I hang down my head and mournful cry.
True love, don't weep, true love, don't mourn,
True love, don't weep, true love, don't mourn,
True love, don't weep nor mourn for me,
I'm going away to Marble town.
- I wish to the Lord that train would come, (3 times)
To take me back to where I come from.
(Chorus)
- It's once my apron hung down low, (3 times)
He'd follow me through sleet and snow.
(Chorus)
- It's now my apron's to my chin, (3 times)
He'll face my door and won't come in.
(Chorus)
- I wish to the Lord my babe was born,
A-sitting on his papa's knee,
And me, poor girl, was dead and gone,
And the green grass is growing over me.
(Chorus)
El Cuando (O When, O When)
(South American)
-- 34Eb:54332354 Like a Minuet
- When will come the happy morning,
Sweetest flow'rs the day adoring,
Down a garden pathway treading,
We will journey to a wedding?
Oh, when will the happy day be?
Oh, say, do you think it may be
That lovers can be together
Through cloudy and sunny weather?
Oh, when? Oh, when?
Oh, when will the day be, pray?
Oh, when? Oh, when?
Oh, tell me the happy day?
- Sad when future brides are double,
There is likely to be trouble;
Ugly girl with lots of money,
Pretty one as sweet as honey.
(Chorus)
- So of greed may none accuse me,
Should the pretty one refuse me,
Gladly then I'll take the treasure;
Empty pockets bring no pleasure.
(Chorus)
Alouette
(Canadian)
-- 44F:4566545641 Lively
- Alouette, gentille alouette, Alouette, je te plumerai.
Je te plumerai la tete, Je te plumerai la tete, (Head)
Et la tete, Et la tete,
Alouette, Alouette, Ah!
- Alouette, gentille alouette, Alouette, je te plumerai.
Je te plumerai le cou, Je te plumerai le cou, (Neck)
Et le cou, et le cou,
Et la tete, Et la tete,
Alouette, Alouette, Ah!
- Alouette, gentille alouette, Alouette, je te plumerai.
Je te plumerai les ailes, Je te plumerai les ailes, (Wings)
Et les ailes, et les ailes,
Et le cou, et le cou,
Et la tete, Et la tete,
Alouette, Alouette, Ah!
- Alouette, gentille alouette, Alouette, je te plumerai.
Je te plumerai les pattes, Je te plumerai les pattes, (Legs)
Et les pattes, et les pattes,
Et les ailes, et les ailes,
Et le cou, et le cou,
Et la tete, Et la tete,
Alouette, Alouette, Ah!
- Alouette, gentille alouette, Alouette, je te plumerai.
Je te plumerai le dos, Je te plumerai le dos, (Back)
Et le dos, et le dos,
Et les pattes, et les pattes,
Et les ailes, et les ailes,
Et le cou, et le cou,
Et la tete, Et la tete,
Alouette, Alouette, Ah!
- Alouette, gentille alouette, Alouette, je te plumerai.
Je te plumerai la queue, Je te plumerai la queue, (Tail)
Et la queue, et la queue,
Et le dos, et le dos,
Et les pattes, et les pattes,
Et les ailes, et les ailes,
Et le cou, et le cou,
Et la tete, Et la tete,
Alouette, Alouette, Ah!
Alouette, gentille alouette, Alouette, je te plumerai.
Robin M'aime
(French)
-- 34G:34554323543 Gently
- Robin loves me, Robin mine,
Robin would have me wed him, He'll be mine.
Robin bought me with his money, Scarlet kirtle fine and bonny,
Gown and girdle gay as any, fa la la la.
Robin loves me, Robin mine,
Robin would have me wed him, He'll be mine.
Lowlands
(Sea Shanty)
-- 34Cm:13453431 Slowly, with great feeling
- I dreamed a dream the other night,
Lowlands, Lowlands away my John,
My love she came all dressed in white,
My Lowlands away.
- She came to me at my bedside,
Lowlands, Lowlands away my John,
All dressed in white like some fair bride,
My Lowlands away.
- And bravely in her bosom fair,
Lowlands, Lowlands away my John,
A red, red rose did my love wear.
My Lowlands away.
- She made no sound, no word she said,
Lowlands, Lowlands away my John,
And then I knew my love was dead.
My Lowlands away.
Yeo, Heave Ho!
(Sea Shanty)
-- 68F:414445654 Lustily
- Yeo, heave ho! 'Round the capstan go;
Heave, men, with a will,
Tramp, and tramp it still!
The anchor must be weighed,
The anchor must be weighed.
Yeo ho, heave ho!
Yeo ho, heave ho!
- Yeo, heave ho! Cheerily we go,
Heave, men, with a will,
Tramp, and tramp it still!
The anchor grips the ground,
The anchor grips the ground.
(Chorus)
- Yeo, heave ho! Raise her from below,
Heave, men, with a will,
Tramp, and tramp it still!
The anchor's off the ground
And we are outward bound.
(Chorus)
- Yeo, heave ho! Round the capstan go,
Heave, men, with a will,
Tramp, and tramp it still!
The anchor now is weighed,
The anchor now is weighed.
(Chorus)
Shenandoah
(Sea Shanty)
-- 44E:144456798 Slowly, with much expression
- Oh, Shenandoah, I long to hear you,
Away, you rollin' river.
Oh, Shenandoah, I long to hear you,
Away I'm bound to go, 'Cross the wide Missouri.
- Oh, Shenandoah, I love your daughter,
Away, you rollin' river.
Oh, Shenandoah, I love your daughter,
Away I'm bound to go, 'Cross the wide Missouri.
- Oh, Shenandoah, I'm bound to leave you,
Away, you rollin' river.
Oh, Shenandoah, I'll not deceive you,
Away I'm bound to go, 'Cross the wide Missouri.
- (Repeat first verse.)
Drill, Ye Tarriers, Drill!
(Railroad Song), by Thomas Casey
-- 44Cm:113331113 Ponderously, with heavy accent
- Every morning at seven o'clock
There were twenty tarriers a-working at the rock,
And the boss comes along and he says, "Kape still,
And come down heavy on the cast iron drill,"
And drill, ye tarriers, drill,
Drill, ye tarriers, drill!
Oh it's work all day
For the sugar in your tay;
Down behind of the railway
And drill, ye tarriers, drill,
And blast! and fire!
- The new foreman was Jean McCann,
By God, he was a blame mean man.
Last week a premature blast went off,
And a mile in the air went big Jim Goff.
And drill, ye tarriers, drill,
(Chorus)
- When the next payday came around,
Jim Goff a dollar short was found.
When "What for?" came this reply,
"You're docked for the time you was up in the sky."
And drill, ye tarriers, drill,
(Chorus)
The Rio Grande
(Sea Shanty)
-- 68Eb:14446665454 Moderato, with a swinging feeling
- Oh, say were you ever in Rio Grande? Oh, Rio.
It's there that the river runs down golden sand.
And we're bound for the Rio Grande.
Then away, love, away. Way down Rio,
So fare ye well, my pretty gel,
For we're bound to the Rio Grande.
- And good-bye, fare you well, all you ladies of town, Oh, Rio.
We've left you enough for to buy a silk gown.
(Chorus)
- So it's pack up your donkey and get under way, Oh, Rio.
The girls we are leaving can take our half-pay.
(Chorus)
- Now you Bowery ladies, we'd have you to know, Oh, Rio.
We're bound to the Southward, O Lord, let us go.
(Chorus)
Casey Jones
(Railroad Song), by T. Lawrence Seibert
-- 44Bb:88887658785 Rather fast
- Come all you rounders for I want you to hear
The story of a brave engineer.
Casey Jones was the rounder's name,
On a big eight wheeler, boys, he won his fame.
The caller called Casey at half-past four,
He kissed his wife at the station door,
He mounted to the cabin with his orders in his hand,
And he took his farewell trip to that promised land.
Casey Jones -- mounted to the cabin,
Casey Jones -- with his orders in his hand.
Casey Jones -- mounted to the cabin,
And he took his farewell trip to that promised land.
- When he pulled up that Reno hill,
He whistled for the crossing with an awful shrill;
The switchman knew by the engine's moan
That the man at the throttle was Casey Jones.
He looked at his water and his water was low;
He looked at his watch and his watch was slow;
He turned to his fireman and this is what he said,
Boy, we're going to reach Frisco, but we'll all be dead.
Casey Jones -- going to reach Frisco,
Casey Jones -- but we'll all be dead.
Casey Jones -- going to reach Frisco,
We're going to reach Frisco, but we'll all be dead.
- So turn on your water and shovel in your coal,
Stick your head out the window, watch those drivers roll;
I'll drive her till she leaves the rail,
For I'm nine hours late by that Western Mail.
When he was within six miles of the place,
There number four stared him straight in the face.
He turned to his fireman, said, "Jim, you'd better jump,
For there're two locomotives that are going to bump"
Casey Jones -- two locomotives,
Casey Jones -- going to bump.
Casey Jones -- two locomotives,
There're two locomotives that are going to bump.
- Casey said just before he died,
"There're two more roads I would like to ride."
The fireman said, "Which ones can the be?"
"Oh, the Northern Pacific and the Santa Fe."
Mrs. Jones sat at her bed a-sighing
Just to hear the news that her Casey was dying.
"Hush up children, and quit your cryin',
For you've got another poppa on the Salt Lake line."
Casey Jones -- got another poppa.
Casey Jones -- on the Salt Lake line,
Casey Jones -- got another poppa,
For you've got another poppa on the Salt Lake line.
Haul Away, Joe
(Sea Shanty)
-- 68C:88577544345675 Moderato, with weighty accents
- Way, haul away, we'll haul away the bow-lin'.
.
Way, haul away, we'll haul away, Joe.
- Once I had a colored girl, and she was fat and lazy.
Way, haul away, we'll haul away, Joe.
- Then I had an Spanish girl, she nearly druv me crazy.
Way, haul away, we'll haul away, Joe.
- But now I've got a Yankee girl, and she is just a daisy.
Way, haul away, we'll haul away, Joe.
- King Louis was the King of France afore the revolution.
Way, haul away, we'll haul away, Joe.
- But Louis got his head cut off, which spoiled his constitution.
Way, haul away, we'll haul away, Joe.
- Oh, when I was a little boy, and so my mother told me,
Way, haul away, we'll haul away, Joe.
- That if I didn't kiss the girls my lips would all go mouldy.
Way, haul away, we'll haul away, Joe.
- Way haul away, we'll hang and haul together.
Way, haul away, we'll haul away, Joe.
Red River Valley
(Cowboy Song)
-- 44F:1466545424 Not too fast
- From this valley they say you are going,
We will miss your bright eyes and sweet smile,
For they say you are taking the sunshine,
That brightens our pathway awhile.
Come and sit by my side if you love me,
Do not hasten to bid me adieu,
Just remember the Red River Valley,
And the girl that has loved you so true.
- Won't you think of the valley you're leaving?
Oh, how lonely and sad it will be,
Oh, think of the fond hearts you're breaking,
And the grief you are causing me.
(Chorus)
- From this valley they say you are going,
When you go, may your darling go, too?
Would you leave her behind unprotected
When she loves no other but you?
(Chorus)
- I've have promised you, darling that never
Will a word from my lips cause you pain;
And my life, it will be yours forever
If you only will love me again.
(Chorus)
I Been Wukkin' on de Railroad
(Railroad Song)
-- 34G:111433254436554 Moderato
- Oh, I was bo'n in Mobile town, I'm wukkin' on de levee.
All day I roll de cotton down, A-wukkin' on de levee.
I been wukkin' on de railroad all de live long day,
I been wukkin' on de railroad to pass de time away.
Doan' yo' hyah de whistle blowin'? Rise up so early in de mawn.
Doan' yo' hyah de Cap'n shoutin', "Dinah, blow yo' hawn."
- I use'to have a dog name' Bill, A-wukkin' on de levee.
He run away, but I'm here still, A-wukkin' on de levee.
(Chorus)
- Dat li'l ole dog up an' beg, A-wukkin' on de levee.
Till I done give him chicken leg, A-wukkin' on de levee.
(Chorus)
- I once did know a girl named Grace, While wukkin' on de levee,
She done bring me to dis sad disgrace, A-wukkin' on the levee.
(Chorus)
Paddy Works on the Erie
(Railroad Song)
-- 68Gm:414445656 Moderato, with a lilt
- In eighteen hundred and forty one,
I put my cord'roy britches on,
I put my cord'roy britches on
To work upon the railway.
Fil-li-me-oo-re-i-re-ay,
Fil-li-me-oo-re-i-re-ay,
Fil-li-me-oo-re-i-re-ay,
To work upon the railway.
- When we left Ireland to come here,
To spend our latter days in cheer,
Our bosses they did drink strong beer,
While Pat worked on the railway.
(Chorus)
- The contractor's name it was Tom King,
He kept a store to rob the men,
A Yankee clerk with ink and pen,
To cheat Pat on the railway.
(Chorus)
- It's "Pat, do this," and "Pat do that,"
Without a stocking or cravat,
And nothing but an old straw hat,
While Pat works on the railway.
(Chorus)
- And when Pat lays him down to sleep,
The wiry bugs around him creep,
An' Divil a bit can poor Pat sleep,
While workin' on the railway.
(Chorus)
- In eighteen hundred and forty-three,
'Twas then I met sweet Biddy McGee,
An illygant wife she's been to me,
While workin' on the railway.
(Chorus)
- In eighteen hundred and forty-six,
The gang pelted me with stones and bricks,
Oh, I was in a hell of a fix,
While workin' on the railway.
(Chorus)
- In eighteen hundred and forty-seven,
Sweet Biddy McGee she went to heaven,
She left one child, she left eleven
To work upon the railway.
(Chorus)
- In eighteen hundred and forty-eight,
I learned to take my whiskey straight,
'Tis an illygant drink and can't be bate,
For workin' on the railway.
(Chorus)
Blow the Man Down
(Sea Shanty)
-- 34D:135653135653 With rolling rhythm
- Oh, blow the man down, bullies, blow the man down!
To me, way aye, blow the man down.
Oh, blow the man down, bullies, blow him away.
Give me some time to blow the man down.
- As I was walking down Paradise Street,
To me, way aye, blow the man down.
A pretty young damsel I chanced for to meet.
Give me some time to blow the man down.
- She was round in the counter and bluff in the bow,
To me, way aye, blow the man down.
So I took in all sail and cried, "Way enough now,"
Give me some time to blow the man down.
- So I tailed her my flipper and took her in tow,
To me, way aye, blow the man down.
And yardarm to yardarm away we did go.
Give me some time to blow the man down.
- But as we were going she said unto me,
To me, way aye, blow the man down.
"There's a spanking full-rigger just ready for sea."
Give me some time to blow the man down.
- But as soon as that packet was clear of the bar,
To me, way aye, blow the man down.
The mate knocked me down with the end of a spar.
Give me some time to blow the man down.
- So I give you fair warning before we belay,
To me, way aye, blow the man down.
Don't never take heed of what pretty girls say.
Give me some time to blow the man down.
Boston Come-All-Ye
(Sea Shanty)
-- 34G:145421167864 With a swagger
- Come, all ye young sailor men, listen to me,
I'll sing you a song of the fish of the sea.
Then blow ye winds westerly, westerly blow,
We're bound to the southward, so steady she goes!
- Oh, first come the whale, the biggest of all,
He clumb up aloft and let every sail fall.
(Chorus)
- And next come the mack'rel with his striped back;
He hauled aft the sheets and boarded each tack.
(Chorus)
- Then come the porpoise with his short snout;
He went to the wheel, calling "Ready! About!"
(Chorus)
- Then come the smelt, the smallest of all;
He jumped to the poop and sung out "Topsail, haul!"
(Chorus)
- The herring came saying, "I'm king of the seas,
If you want any wind, I'll blow you a breeze."
(Chorus)
- Next come the cod with his chuckle-head;
He went to the main-chains to heave at the lead.
(Chorus)
- Last come the flounder as flat as the ground;
Says "Damn your eyes, chuckle-head, mind how you sound!"
(Chorus)
She'll Be Comin' Round the Mountain
(Railroad Song)
-- 24G:34666643136 Boisterously
- 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,
She'll be comin' round the mountain,
She'll be comin' round the mountain when she comes.
- She'll be driving six white horses when she comes,
She'll be driving six white horses when she comes,
She'll be driving six white horses,
She'll be driving six white horses,
She'll be driving six white horses when she comes.
- Oh, we'll all go to meet her when she comes,
Oh, we'll all go to meet her when she comes,
Oh, we'll all go to meet her,
Oh, we'll all go to meet her,
Oh, we'll all go to meet her when she comes.
- We'll be singin' "Hallelujah" when she comes,
We'll be singin' "Hallelujah" when she comes,
We'll be singin' "Hallelujah",
We'll be singin' "Hallelujah",
We'll be singin' "Hallelujah" when she comes.
One More Day
(Sea Shanty)
-- 44G:3455565313 Moderato
- Oh have you heard the news, my Johnny? One more day!
We're homeward bound tomorrow, One more day!
Only one more day, my Johnny, One more day!
Oh rock and row me over, One more day.
- Oh heave and sight the anchor, Johnny, One more day!
Oh heave and sight the anchor, One more day!
(Chorus)
- I'm bound away to leave you, Johnny, One more day!
But I will not deceive you, One more day!
(Chorus)
Can't You Dance the Polka?
(Sea Shanty)
-- 44C:1355346875453 Gaily
- As I came down the Bowery, one evening in July,
I met a maid who asked my trade, And a sailor John said I,
Then away, you Santy, my dear Annie,
Oh, you New York girls, can't you dance the polka?
- To Tiffany's I took her, I did not mind expense;
I bought her two gold earrings, They cost me fifteen cents,
(Chorus)
- Says she, "You lime-juice sailor, Now walk me home you may,"
But when we got to her cottage door, She unto me did say:
(Chorus)
- "My young man he's a sailor, With his hair cut short behind;
He wears a tarry jumper, And he sails in the Black Ball line."
(Chorus)
Whoopee, Ti-Yi-Yo
(Cowboy Song)
-- 68C:131142255531 With loping tempo
- As I was a-walkin' one mornin' for pleasure,
I spied a cowpuncher a-lopin' along.
His hat was throwed back and his spurs was a-jinglin'
As he approached he was singin' this song:
Whoopee ti yi yo, git along little dogies,
For you know that Wyoming 'll be your new home.
Whoopee ti yi yo, git along little dogies,
For you know that Wyoming 'll be your new home.
- It's early in spring that we round up the dogies,
We mark them and brand them and bob off their tails;
We round up our horses, load up the chuck-wagon,
And then throw the dogies upon the long trail.
(Chorus)
- Your mother was raised away down in Texas,
Where the jimpson weed and the sand-burs grow,
Now we'll fill you up on prickly pear and cholla,
Till you are all ready for the trail to Idaho.
(Chorus)
- Oh, you'll be soup for Uncle Sam's Injuns,
"It's beef, heap beef!" I hear them cry.
Git along, git along, git along little dogies,
You'll be beef steers by and by.
(Chorus)
Home on the Range
(Cowboy Song)
-- 68G:11456432777 Moderato
- Oh, give me a home, where the buffalo roam,
Where the deer and the antelope play;
Where seldom is heard a discouraging word,
And the skies are not cloudy all day.
Home, home on the range,
Where the deer and the antelope play;
Where seldom is heard a discouraging word,
And the skies are not cloudy all day.
- How often at night when the heavens are bright
With the light from the glittering stars;
Have I stood here amazed and asked as I gazed
If their glory exceeds that of ours.
(Chorus)
- Oh, give me a land where the bright diamond sand
Flows leisurely down the stream;
Where the graceful, white swan goes gliding along,
Like a maid in a heavenly dream.
(Chorus)
- Where the air is so pure, the zephyrs so free,
The breezes so balmy and light,
That I would not exchange my home on the range
For all of the cities so bright.
(Chorus)
- Oh, I love those wild flowers in this dear land of ours,
The curlew I love to hear scream,
And I love the white rocks and the antelope flocks
That graze on the mountain-tops green.
(Chorus)
The Coasts of High Barbary
(Sea Song)
-- 68G:1144565346534 Vigorously
- Look ahead, look astern, look the weather in the lee
Blow high! Blow low! and so sailed we.
I see a wreck to the windward and a lofty ship to lee,
A-sailing down all on the coasts of High Barbary.
- "O are you a pirate or a man-o-war?" cried we.
Blow high! Blow low! and so sailed we.
"O no! I'm not a pirate ut a man-o-war," cried he,
A-sailing down all on the coasts of High Barbary.
- "Then back up your topsails and heave your vessel to";
Blow high! Blow low! and so sailed we.
"For we have got some letters to be carried home by you."
A-sailing down all on the coasts of High Barbary.
- "We'll back up our topsails and heave our vessel to;"
Blow high! Blow low! and so sailed we.
"But only in some harbour and along the side of you."
A-sailing down all on the coasts of High Barbary.
- For broadside, for broadside they fought all on the main;
Blow high! Blow low! and so sailed we.
Until at last the frigate shot the pirate's mast away.
A-sailing down all on the coasts of High Barbary.
- For quarters! For quarters! the saucy pirates cried,
Blow high! Blow low! and so sailed we.
The quarters that we showed them was to sink them in the tide.
A-sailing down all on the coasts of High Barbary.
- With cutlass and gun, O we fought for hours three;
Blow high! Blow low! and so sailed we.
The ship it was their coffin, and their grave it was the sea.
A-sailing down all on the coasts of High Barbary.
A-Roving
(Sea Shanty)
-- 44F:14457654857654 Lively
- In Plymouth town there liv'd a maid,
Bless you young women;
In Plymouth town there liv'd a maid,
O mind what I do say.
In Plymouth town there liv'd a maid,
And she was mistress of her trade;
I'll go no more a-roving, with you fair maid.
A-roving, a-roving, since roving's been my ruin,
I'll go no more a-roving with you, fair maid.
- I took this fair maid for a walk,
Bless you young women;
I took this fair maid for a walk,
O mind what I do say.
I took this fair maid for a walk,
And we had such a loving talk.
(Chorus)
- O didn't I tell her stories too,
Bless you young women;
O didn't I tell her stories too,
O mind what I do say.
O didn't tell her whoppers too,
Of gold I found in Timbuctoo,
(Chorus)
John Henry
(Railroad Song)
-- 44C:5688865356 Heavily
- John Henry said to his captain,
"A man ain't nothing but a man.
An' before I'll let that steam drill beat me down,
Die with the hammer in my hand, Lawd, Lawd!
Die with the hammer in my hand."
- John Henry got a thirty-pound hammer,
beside the steam drill he did stand.
He beat that steam drill three inches down,
An' died with the hammer in his hand, Lawd, Lawd!
Died with the hammer in his hand."
- John Henry had a little woman,
An' she was always dressed in blue,
She went down track never looking back,
Says, "John Henry, I am always true to you, Lawd, Lawd!
John Henry, I am always true to you."
- "Who gonna shoe your pretty feet,
Who gonna comb your bangs?
Who gonna kiss your rose-red lips,
Who gonna be your man, Lawd, Lawd!
Who gonna be your man?"
- "Sweet Papa gonna shoe your pretty feet,
Sister gonna comb your bangs,
Mama gonna kiss your rose-red lips,
John Henry gonna be your man, Lawd, Lawd!
John Henry gonna be your man.
- John Henry had a pretty little boy,
Sittin' palm of his hand.
He hugged and kissed him an' bid him farewell,
"Oh son, do the best you can, Lawd, Lawd!
Son, do the best you can."
- They took John Henry to the graveyard,
An' they buried him in the sand,
An' ev'ry locomotive come a-roarin' by
Says, "Dere lays a steel-drivin' man, Lawd, Loawd!
Dere lays a steel-driving man."
The Golden Vanity
(Sea Song)
-- 44A:58883456531 Not too fast, but with vigor
- There was a ship came from the north country,
And the name of the ship was the Golden Vanity,
And they feared she might be taken by the Turkish enemy,
That sails upon the Lowland, Lowland, Lowland,
That sails upon the Lowland sea.
- Then up there came a little cabin boy,
And he said to the skipper, "What will you give me,
If I swim alongside of the Turkish enemy,
And sink her in the Lowland, Lowland, Lowland,
And sink her in the Lowland sea?"
- "O, I will give you silver and I will give you gold,
And my only daughter your bride to be,
If you'll swim alongside of the Turkish enemy,
And sink her in the Lowland, Lowland, Lowland,
And sink her in the Lowland sea?"
- Then the boy made him ready, and overboard sprang he,
And he swam alongside of the Turkish enemy,
And with his auger sharp in her side he bored holes three,
And he sank her in the Lowland, Lowland, Lowland,
And he sank her in the Lowland sea."
- Then the boy turned round, and back again swam he,
And he cried to the skipper of the Golden Vanity;
But the skipper did not heed, for his promise he would need;
And he left him in the Lowland, Lowland, Lowland,
And he left him in the Lowland sea."
- Then the boy swam round, and came to the port side,
And he looked up at his shipmates, and bitterly he cried;
"O messmate, take me up, for I'm drifting with the tide,
And I'm sinking in the Lowland, Lowland, Lowland,
I'm sinking in the Lowland sea!"
- Then his messmates took him up, but on the deck he died;
And they sewed him in his hammock that was so large and wide;
And they lowered him overboard, but he drifted with the tide,
And he sank beneath the Lowland, Lowland, Lowland,
He sank beneath the Lowland sea!"
Green Grow the Lilacs
(Cowboy Song)
-- 34F:3888761366 Quite simply
- Green grow the lilacs, all sparkling with dew,
I'm lonely, my darling since parting with you.
But by our next meeting I'll hope to prove true,
And change the green lilacs to Red, White and Blue.
- I used to have a sweetheart but now I have none,
Since she's gone and left me, I care not for one.
Since she's gone and left me, contented I'll be,
For she loves another one better than me.
- I passed by love's window, both early and late,
The look that she gave, me it made my heart ache.
The look that she gave me was painful to see,
For she loves another one better than me.
- I wrote my love letters in rosey red lines,
She sent me an answer, all twisted in twines,
Saying, "Keep your love letters and I will keep mine,
Just you write to your love and I'll write to mine."
- (Repeat first verse.)
The Drunken Sailor
(Sea Shanty)
-- 44Dm:6666666246 With gusto
- What shall we do with the drunken sailor,
What shall we do with the drunken sailor,
What shall we do with the drunken sailor,
Earlye in the morning?
Hoo-ray heigh and up she rises,
Hoo-ray heigh and up she rises,
Hoo-ray heigh and up she rises,
Earlye in the morning.
- Put him in the long boat till he's sober, (x3)
Earlye in the morning.
(Chorus)
- Pull out the plug and wet him all over, (x3)
Earlye in the morning.
(Chorus)
- Put him in the scuppers with a hose-pipe on him, (x3)
Earlye in the morning.
(Chorus)
- Heave him by the leg in a running bow-lin', (x3)
Earlye in the morning.
(Chorus)
The Star Spangled Banner
(American), by Francis Scott Key
-- 34Ab:531358 With spirit, not too slow
- Oh, say can you see, by the dawn's early light,
What so proudly we hailed at the twilight's last gleaming?
Whose broad stripes and bright stars thro' the perilous fight,
O'er the ramparts we watched, were so gallantly streaming?
And the rocket's red glare, the bombs bursting in air,
Gave proof through the night that our flag was still there.
O say does that star-spangled banner yet wave
O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave?
- On the shore dimly seen through the mist of the deep
Where the foe's haughty host in dread silence reposes,
What is that which the breeze, o'er the towering steep,
As it fitfully blows, half conceals, half discloses?
Now it catches the gleam of the morning's first beam,
In full glory reflected, now shines on the stream;
'Tis the star-spangled banner! Oh long may it wave
O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave!
- Oh, thus be it ever, when freemen shall stand
Between their loved homes and the war's desolation,
Blest with vict'ry and peace, may the heav'n rescued land
Praise the pow'r that hath made and preserved us a nation.
Then conquer we must, when our cause it is just,
And this be our motto, "In God is our trust!"
And the star-spangled banner in triumph shall wave
O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave.
Many Thousan' Gone
(American)
-- 44Eb:5566531 With dignity
- No mo' auction block for me, No mo', no mo',
No mo, auction block for me, Many thousan' gone.
- No mo' driver's lash for me, No mo', no mo',
No mo' driver's lash for me, Many thousan' gone.
- No mo' pint of salt for me, No mo', no mo',
No mo' pint o' salt for me, Many thousan' gone.
Marche Lorraine
(French), by Joles Jouy and Octave Pradels
-- 68G:87656461 Lively
- Come on, you lads of old Lorraine, Lift the song once again,
And join in the praises we bring to her, The Virgin of Moselle.
Come on, my lads, and gather 'round, Let the skies all resound,
And echo the song that we sing to her, To the Maid of Moselle:
Here's to Joan of old Lorraine, The maid in wooden shoes,
She who heard the call of danger, And did not refuse,
Left her sheep upon the plain, Went a-marching through Lorraine,
Oh, oh, oh, Marching through Lorraine. See her marching along,
So valiant and strong to prevail over wrong!
Come you children of Lorraine, From the hills, over the plain.
Sons of France rally like men! Joan of Arc is calling again.
Men of Gaul, here the command. Storms arise over the land.
Men of Gaul, make your stand! Wherever our foes advance,
We'll fight for France!
- And when they marched away to war, Joan of Arc rode before.
She carried the banner we love so well, The cross of old Lorrains.
Then home she came victorious, Home they came glorious;
They wakened the echoes above to tell They had conquered again.
Here's to Joan of old Lorraine, Who left her wooden shoes;
When she summoned us to danger, And we could not refuse.
Captain Joan did not complain, Marching on in wind and rain,
Oh, oh, oh, Marching through Lorraine. What shall be her reward,
Who took up the sword in the cause of the Lord?
Then at last she was forsaken. Traitor's hands let her be taken,
Heartless foes led her to doom, To the fire, her only tomb?
Men of Gaul, follow the maid. That bright flame never will fade.
Good Saint Joan blesses your blade. Wherever our foes advance,
We'll fight for France!
- The sons of France are just as bold, Just as brave as of old;
The blood in their veins is the same today, The blood of La Pucelle.
Our father went to meet the foe Many a time, long ago,
And we shall remember their fame today, And the song of Moselle:
Like the Maid of old Lorraine, We've only wooden shoes.
In the dark and in the danger, What have we to lose?
Ev'ry gun is aimed and ready, Ev'ry hand is sure and steady,
Oh, oh, oh, Fighting for Lorraine, Hill and valley and plain
shall hear the refrain as we march through Lorraine!
(Chorus)
Dixie
(American), by Daniel D. Emmett
-- 24Bb:531112345553 Lively
- I wish I was in the land of cotton,
Old times they are not forgotten;
Look away! Look away! Look away! Dixie Land.
In Dixie Land where I was born,
Early on one frosty mornin,
Look away! Look away! Look away! Dixie Land.
Den I wish I was in Dixie, Hooray! Hooray!
In Dixie Land I'll take my stand, to live and die in Dixie;
Away, away, away down South in Dixie,
Away, away, away down South in Dixie.
- Dar's buckwheat cakes and Injun batter,
Makes you fat or a little fatter,
Look away! Look away! Look away! Dixie Land.
Den hoe it down and scratch your grabbel,
To Dixie Land I'm bound to trabbel,
Look away! Look away! Look away! Dixie Land
(Chorus)
Hatikvah (The Hope)
(Hebrew), by Nephtali Herz Imber
-- 44Dm:1456788 With determination
- As long as deep within the heart,
The soul of Judea is turbulent and strong,
As long as to the East, forwardly,
The eye toward Zion constantly is turned,
Then our hope is not dead,
The ancient longing will be fulfilled,
To retutn to the land, The land of our fathers,
The city of Jerusalem, Where David encamped.
When Johnny Comes Marching Home
(American)
-- 68G:4144456564313 Gaily
- When Johnny comes marching home again,
Hurrah! Hurrah!
We'll give him a hearty welcome then,
Hurrah! Hurrah!
The men will cheer, the boys will shout,
The ladies they will all turn out,
And we'll all feel gay
When Johnny comes marching home.
- Get ready for the Jubilee,
Hurrah! Hurrah!
We'll give the hero three times three,
Hurrah! Hurrah!
The laurel wreath is ready now
To place upon his loyal brow,
And we'll all feel gay
When Johnny comes marching home.
- In eighteen hundred and sixty-one,
Hurrah! Hurrah!
That was when the war begun,
Hurrah! Hurrah!
In eighteen hundred and sixty-two,
Both sides were falling to,
And we'll all drink stone wine,
When Johnny comes marching home.
- In eighteen hundred and sixty-three,
Hurrah! Hurrah!
Abe Lincoln set the darkies free,
Hurrah! Hurrah!
In eighteen hundred and sixty-three
Old Abe set the darkies free,
And we'll all drink stone wine,
When Johnny comes marching home.
- In eighteen hundred and sixty-four,
Harrah! Harrah!
Abe called for five hundred thousand more,
Hurrah! Hurrah!
In eighteen hundred and sixty-five,
They talked rebellion -- strife;
And we'll all drink stone wine
When Johnny comes marching home.
The British Grenadiers
(English)
-- 24F:1414565678465434 In march time
- Some talk of Alexander, and some of Hercules,
Of Hector and Lysander, and such great men as these;
But of all the world's great heroes there's none that can compare,
With a tow, row, row, row, row, row, to the British Grenadiers.
- When e'er we are commanded to storm the Palisades,
Our leaders march with fuses, and we with hand grenades:
We throw them from the glacis, about the enemies' ears,
With a tow, row, row, row, row, row, to the British Grenadiers.
- And when the siege is over, we to the town repair,
The townsmen cry, "Hurrah, boys, here comes a Grenadier,
Here come the Grenadiers, my boys, who know no doubts and fears."
With a tow, row, row, row, row, row, for the British Grenadiers.
- Then let us fill a bumper, and drink a health to those
Who carry caps and pouches, and wear the louped clothes;
May they and their commanders live happy all their years,
With a tow, row, row, row, row, row, to the British Grenadiers.
Meadowlands
(Russian)
-- 44Gm:75764276545962 Allegro moderato
- Meadowlands, Meadowlands,
Through you heroes now are treading,
Red army heroes of the nation,
Heroes of the mighty Red Army, Ah!
- Maidens are weeping,
Their solitary vigils keeping.
Weeping for their sweethearts who are fighting,
Fighting in the mighty Red Army. Ah!
- Gay roads are winding,
The sunlight on them now is shining,
Over them the heroes are passing,
Heroes of the mighty Red Army, Ah!
- Let ev'ry maiden,
With heart no longer heavy laden,
Strike up the singing now more loudly,
Sing our fighting song so proudly, Ah!
Lili Marlene
(German), by Hans Leip
-- 44C:44456455598 Sentimentally
- Underneath the lantern by the barrack gate,
Darling, I remember the way you used to wait;
'Twas there that you whispered tenderly,
That you loved me. You'd always be
My Lili of the lamplight, My own Lili Marlene.
- Time would come for roll call, Time for us to part,
Darling, I'd caress you and press you to my heart;
And there 'neath that far off lantern light,
I'd hold you tight. We'd kiss "Good-night,"
My Lili of the lamplight, My own Lili Marlene.
- Orders came for sailing somewhere over there,
All confined to barracks was more than I could bear;
I knew you were waiting in the street,
I heard your feet, But could not meet,
My Lili of the lamplight, My own Lili Marlene.
- Resting in a billet just behind the line,
Even tho' we're parted your lips are close to mine;
You wait where that lantern softly gleams,
Your sweet face seems, To haunt my dreams,
My Lili of the lamplight, My own Lili Marlene.
Song of the Great Wall
(Chinese)
-- 44Am:53535865 Moderato, simply
- Great Wall, stretching mile on mile,
Out beyond thee lies our home.
Beans in blossom, rip'ning grain
Over heav'n's shining dome.
Since the evil days have come
Rape and murder fill the land;
Children scattered, parents killed,
More than human hearts can stand!
- Day and night we long for home
While our bosom swells with rage.
At all costs we'll fight our way,
Fearing not what foes engage.
Great Wall, stretching mile on mile,
We will build another wall
Of the faith of banded men,
All for one and one for all.
Moscow
(Russian), by Olga Paul
-- 44Dm:87643451 Allegro moderato
- In the dawn's light faintly gleaming,
Stand the ancient Kremlin walls,
And the land no longer dreaming
Now awakes as morning calls.
Though the winds are coldly blowing,
Streets begin to hum with noise,
And the sun with splendor glowing,
Greets the land with all it's joys.
We'll shout aloud, For we are proud,
Our power is invincible!
We'll ne'er disband, We'll always stand
Together for dear Moscow's land.
- Days are bright and growing longer,
While the streets grow louder still,
Children's voices ever stronger
Now are heard more loud and shrill.
May-time flowers spread their splendor
Over Moscow's ancient streets,
Men and women homage render
Ev'ry one with joy repeats.
(Chorus)
- When the days is slowly fading,
Twilight falls and brings release.
From the hardships of parading
Ev'ning suddenly brings peace.
'Tis the time for meeting lovers
In the garden in the park,
While the twilight gently hovers
Till it's night, and all is dark.
(Chorus)
God Save the King
(English)
-- 34F:223123445432 Allegro maestoso
- God save our gracious King,
Long live our noble King,
God save the King!
Send him victorious,
Happy and glorious,
Long to reign over us,
God save the King!
- O Lord and God arise,
Scatter His enemies,
And make them fall.
Confound their politics,
Frustrate their knavish tricks,
On Thee our hopes we fix,
God save the King!
- Thy choicest gifts in store
On him be pleased to pour,
Long may he reign!
May he defend our laws
And ever give us cause
To sing with heart and voice,
God save the King!
Freiheit (Salute to Freedom)
(German), by Karl Ernst
-- 44Eb:1144554566 Resolutely
- Spanish heavens spread their brilliant starlight
High above our trenches in the plain;
From the distance morning comes to greet us,
Calling us to battle once again.
Far off is our land, Yet ready we stand,
We're fighting and winning for you, Freedom!
- We'll not yield a foot to Franco's fascists,
Even though the bullets fall like sleet.
With us stand those peerless men, our comrades,
And for us there can be no retreat.
(Chorus)
- Beat the drums! Bayonets, charge!
Forward, march! Victory our reward!
With our scarlet banner! Smash their column!
Thaelmann Battalion! Ready, forward, march!
(Chorus)
The Peat-Bog Soldiers
(German)
-- 44G:4146541447564514 With determination
- Far and wide as the eye can wander,
Heath and bog are ev'rywhere.
Not a bird sings out to cheer us,
Oaks are standing gaunt and bare.
We are the peat bog soldiers,
We're marching with our spades to the bog.
- Up and down the guards are pacing,
No one, no one can go through;
Flight would mean a sure death facing,
Guns and barbed wire greet our view.
We are the peat bog soldiers,
We're marching with our spades to the bog.
- But for us there is no complaining,
Winter will in time be past.
One day we shall cry, rejoicing:
Homeland, dear, you're mine at last.
Then will the peat bogs soldiers
March no more with spades to the bog.
Tachanka
(Russian), by Olga Paul
-- 44Dm:265342112654586 Allegro
- See, a cloud of dust is rising,
Where the horses dash ahead,
And their danger recognizing,
Bird has flown and beast has fled.
Ah, tachanka, little Roztov wagon,
Of your beauty we are proud,
Little wagon of the land of Azor,
Dashing wild through the crowd.
- Through the steppes the gunner's rushing,
Where the Don and Volga flow,
With the tachankw he'll be crushing
Ev'ry enemy and foe.
(Chorus)
- In the airplanes, ev'ry flier
Sees the waste tachankas bring,
Then while soaring ever higher,
With delight will gaily sing.
(Chorus)
Waltzing Matilda
(Australian)
-- 24D:666554564234 Allegro
- Once a jolly swagman camped by a billabong,
Under the shade of a coulibah tree,
And he sang as he watched and waited by the billabong,
"You'll come a-waltzing Matilda with me."
Waltzing Matilda, waltzing Matilda,
"You'll come a-waltzing Matilda with me."
And he sang as he sat and waited by the billabong,
"You'll come a-waltzing Matilda with me."
- Down came a jumbuck to drink beside the billabong,
Up jumped the swagman and seized him with glee.
And he sang as he talked to that jumbuck in his tuckerbag,
"You'll come a Waltzing Matilda with me."
Waltzing Matilda, waltzing Matilda,
"You'll come a-waltzing Matilda with me."
And he sang as he talked to that jumbuck in his tuckerbag,
"You'll come a-waltzing Matilda with me."
- Down came the stockman mounted on his thoroughbred,
Down came the troopers One Two Three.
"Where's the jolly jumbuck you've got in your tuckerbag?
You'll come a Waltzing Matilda with me."
Waltzing Matilda, waltzing Matilda,
"You'll come a-waltzing Matilda with me."
"Where's the jolly jumbuck you've got in your tuckerbag?
You'll come a Waltzing Matilda with me."
- Up jumped the swagman and sprang in to the billabong,
"You'll never catch me alive," cried he,
And his ghost may be heard as you ride beside the billabong,
"You'll come a Waltzing Matilda with me."
Waltzing Matilda, waltzing Matilda,
"You'll come a Waltzing Matilda with me."
And his ghost may be heard as you pass by that billabong
"You'll come a Waltzing Matilda with me."
Los Cuatro Generales (The Four Generals)
(Spanish)
-- 68F:4414566 Moderato,
- The four insurgent gen'rals,
The four insurgent gen'rals,
The four insurgent gen'rals,
Mamita Mia,
They tried to betray us,
They tried to betray us.
- At Christmas, holy evening, (3 times)
Mamita Mia,
They'll all be hanging, (2 times)
- Madrid, you wondrous city, (3 times)
Mamita Mia,
They'll wanted to take you, (2 times)
- But your courageous children, (3 times)
Mamita Mia,
Did not disgrace you, (2 times)
- And all your tears of sorrow, (3 times)
Mamita Mia,
We shall avenge them, (2 times)
- And all our age-old bondage, (3 times)
Mamita Mia,
We'll break asunder, (2 times)
sunder.
Battle Hymn of the Republic
(American), by Julia Ward Howe
-- 44G:33332136788876 Maestoso
- Mine eyes have seen the glory of the coming of the Lord;
He is trampling out the vintage where the grapes of wrath are stored;
He hath loos'd the fateful lightning of His terrible swift sword,
His truth is marching on.
Glory, glory, Hallelujah!
Glory, glory, Hallelujah!
Glory, glory, Hallelujah!
His truth is marching on.
- I have seen Him in the watch-fires of a hundred circling camps;
They have builded Him an altar in the ev'ning dews and damps;
I can read His righteous sentence by the dim and flaring lamps:
His day is marching on.
(Chorus)
- I have read a fiery gospel writ in burnish'd rows of steel:
"As ye deal with My contemners, so with you My grace shall deal";
Let the Hero, born of woman, crush the serpent with His heel,
Since God is marching on.
(Chorus)
John Brown's Body
(American)
-- 44G:33136788876 Maestoso
- John Brown's body lies a mould'ring in the ground,
John Brown's body lies a mould'ring in the ground,
John Brown's body lies a mould'ring in the ground,
But his soul goes marching on.
Glory, glory, Hallelujah!
Glory, glory, Hallelujah!
Glory, glory, Hallelujah!
His soul goes marching on.
- He's gone to be a soldier in the army of the Lord,
He's gone to be a soldier in the army of the Lord,
He's gone to be a soldier in the army of the Lord,
But his soul goes marching on.
(Chorus)
- John Brown died that the slave might be free,
John Brown died that the slave might be free,
John Brown died that the slave might be free,
But his soul goes marching on.
(Chorus)
- The stars of heaven are looking kindly down,
The stars of heaven are looking kindly down,
The stars of heaven are looking kindly down,
On the grave of old John Brown.
(Chorus)
La Marseillaise
(French), by Rouget de Lisle
-- 44F:1114455864 Allegro
- Ye sons of France, awake to glory!
Hark! Hark! the people bid you rise!
Your children, wives, and grandsires hoary
Behind their tears and hear their cries!
Shall hateful tyrants mischief breeding,
With hireling boats a ruffian band,
Affright and desolate the land
While peace and liberty lie bleeding?
To arms, to arms, ye brave!
Th'avenging sword unsheathe!
March on! March on! all hearts resolved
On liberty or death.
The Minstrel Boy
(Irish)
-- 44C:124321358 Moderato
- The minstrel boy to the war is gone,
In the ranks of death you'll find him;
His father's sword he has girded on,
And his wild harp slung behind him.
"Land of Song!" said the warrior bard,
"Though all the world betrays thee,
One sword, at least, thy rights shall guard,
One faithful harp shall praise thee."
- The Minstrel fell, but the foeman's chain
Could not bring that proud soul under;
The harp he lov'd ne'er spoke again,
For he tore its chords asunder;
And said "No chains shall sully thee,
Thou soul of love and bravery!
Thy songs were made for the pure and free,
They shall never sound in slav'ry!"
Come, Fellow Workers
(Chinese)
-- 24Am:333332353 Allegro
- Come, fellow workers, hung ho hai ho, Seek emancipation,
hung ho hai ho, Ho! Ho! ho tsi-li
hung ho, Ho! Ho! hung-yo-lo-yo, Hai!
- Come, fellow workers, hung ho hai ho, Fight for Freedom,
(Chorus)
Angels We Have Heard on High
(French)
-- 44F:3335543 Allegro maestoso
- Angels we have heard on high,
Sweetly singing o'er the plains,
And the mountains in reply,
Echoing their joyous strains.
Gloria, in excelsis Deo!
Gloria, in excelsis Deo!
- Shepherds, why this jubilee?
Why your joyous strains prolong?
What the gladsome tidings be
Which inspire your heav'nly song?
(Chorus)
- Come to Bethlehem and see
Christ Whose birth the angels sing;
Come, adore on bended knee,
Christ the Lord, the newborn King.
(Chorus)
- See Him in a manger laid,
Whom the choirs of angels praise;
Mary, Joseph, lend your aid,
While our hearts in love we raise.
(Chorus)
O Little Town of Bethlehem
(American), by Phillip Brooks
-- 44F:66656872 Andante con moto
- O little town of Bethlehem,
How still we see thee lie,
Above thy deep and dreamless sleep
The silent stars go by;
Yet in thy dark streets shineth
The everlasting light,
The hopes and fears of all the years,
Are met in thee tonight.
- For Christ is born of Mary,
And gathered all above,
While mortals sleep, the angels keep
Their watch of wond'ring love.
O morning stars, together
Proclaim the holy birth,
And praises sing to God the King,
And peace to men on earth.
- How silently, how silently,
The wondrous gift is given;
So God imparts to human hearts
The blessings of His Heaven.
No ear may hear His coming,
But in this world of sin,
Where meek souls will receive Him still,
The dear Christ enters in.
- O holy Child of Bethlehem,
Descend to us, we pray,
Cast out our sin, and enter in,
Be born in us today.
We hear the Christmas angels
The great glad tidings tell:
O come to us, abide with us,
our Lord Emmanuel.
What Child Is This?
(English), by H.C. Dix
-- 68G:467898753 Allegretto
- What Child is this, who, laid to rest,
On Mary's lap is sleeping?
Whom angels greet with anthems sweet,
While shepherds watch are keeping?
This, this is Christ, the King;
Whom shepherds guard and angels sing:
Haste, haste to bring Him laud,
The Babe, the Son of Mary!
- Why lies He in such mean estate,
Where ox and assare feeding?
Good Christian, fear, for sinners here
The silent watch are keeping;
Nails, spesar, shall pierce Him through,
The Cross be borne for me, for you:
Hail, hail, the Word made flesh,
The Babe, the Son of Mary.
- So bring Him incense, gold, and myrrh,
Come peasant, king to own Him;
The King of kings salvation brings;
Let loving hearts enthrone Him.
Raise, raise the song on high,
The Virgin sing her lullaby:
Joy, joy, for Christ is born,
The Babe, the Son of Mary.
Good Christian Men, Rejoice
(German)
-- 68F:33356787 Allegro
- Good Christian men, rejoice
With heart and soul and voice;
Give ye heed to what we say:
News! News! Jesus Christ is born today!
Ox and ass before Him bow,
And He is in the manger now;
Christ is born today!
Christ is born today!
- Good Christian men, rejoice
With heart and soul and voice,
Now ye hear of endless bliss:
Joy! Joy! Jesus Christ was born for this.
He hath ope'd the heav'nly door,
And man is blessed forevermore;
Christ was born for this!
Christ was born for this!
- Good Christian men, rejoice
With heart and soul and voice,
Now ye need not fear the grave:
Peace! Peace! Jesus Christ was born to save.
Calls you one and calls you all,
To gain His everlasting hall:
Christ was born to save!
Christ was born to save!
Jeannette, Isabella
(French)
-- 34F:8443456765 Lightly
- Torches here, Jeanette, Isabella!
Torches here, to His cradle run!
This is Jesus, good folk of the village,
Christ is born, 'tis Mary calling.
Ah! Ah! What a lovely Mother!
Ah! Ah! What a lovely Child!
- Wrong it is, when the Baby is sleeping,
Wrong it is to shout so loud.
Now you there, and you others, be quiet!
For at a sound our Jesus wakens.
Hush! Hush! He is sleeping soundly,
Hush! Hush! Do but see Him sleep!
- Who comes there in this way knocking, knocking?
Who comes there knocking, knocking like that
Open then! We have put on a plate
Some very good cakes, which here we carry,
Toc! toc! toc! open wide the door then,
Toc! toc! toc! let us have a feast!
- Softly now in thenarrow stable,
Softly now for a moment stay.
Come quite near! How charming is Jesus!
Oh look, how white! Oh see, how rosy!
Do! do! do! let the Baby slumber!
Do! do! do! see the Baby smile!
Adeste Fideles (O Come, All Ye Faithful)
(Portuguese)
-- 44G:441451656765 Majestically
- O come, all ye faithful, joyful and triumphant;
O come ye, O come ye, to Bethlehem.
Come and behold Him, born the King of angels:
O come, let us adore Him, O come, let us adore Him,
O come, let us adore Him, Christ the Lord.
- Sing, choirs of angels, sing in exultation,
Sing, all ye citizens of heaven above;
Glory to God, all glory in the highest:
(Chorus)
- Yea Lord, we greet Thee, born this happy morning,
Jesus, to Thee be glory given;
Word of the Father, now in flesh appearing:
(Chorus)
Good King Wenceslas
(English)
-- 44G:4445441212344 Allegro
- Good King Wenceslas look'd out, On the feast of Stephen,
When the snow lay round about, Deep and crisp and even.
Brightly shone the moon that night, Though the frost was cruel,
When a poor man came in sight, Gath'ring winter fuel.
- "Hither, page, and stand by me, If you knows't it telling,
Yonder peasant, who is he? Where and what his dwelling?"
"Sire, he lives a good league hence, Underneath the mountain,
Right against the forest fence, By Saint Agnes' fountain."
- "Bring me flesh, and bring me wine, Bring me pine logs hither:
Thou and I will see him dine, When we bear them thither."
Page and monarch, forth they went, Forth they went together;
Through the rude wind's wild lament, And the bitter weather.
- "Sire, the night is darker now, And the wind blows stronger;
Fails my heart, I know not how; I can go no longer."
"Mark my footsteps, my good page, Tread now in them boldly;
Thou shall find the winter's rage Freeze thy blood less coldly."
- In his master's steps he trod, Where the snow lay dinted;
Heat was in the very sod Which the Saint had printed.
Therefore, Christian men, be sure, Wealth or rank possessing,
You who now will bless the poor, Shall yourselves find blessing.
Twelve Days of Christmas
(English)
-- 44F:1114443456756 Gaily
- On the first day of Christmas, my true love sent to me,
A partridge in a pear tree.
- On the second day of Christmas, my true love sent to me,
Two turtle doves, And a partridge in a pear tree.
- On the third day of Christmas, my true love sent to me,
Three French hens, Two turtle doves,
And a partridge in a pear tree.
- On the fourth day of Christmas, my true love sent to me,
Four calling birds, Three French hens, Two turtle doves,
And a partridge in a pear tree.
- On the fifth day of Christmas, my true love sent to me,
Five gold rings, Four calling birds, Three French hens,
Two turtle doves, And a partridge in a pear tree.
- On the sixth day of Christmas, my true love sent to me,
Six geese a-laying, Five gold rings, Four calling birds,
Three French hens, Two turtle doves,
And a partridge in a pear tree.
- On the seventh day of Christmas, my true love sent to me,
Seven swans a-swimming, Six geese a-laying, Five gold rings,
Four calling birds, Three French hens, Two turtle doves,
And a partridge in a pear tree.
- On the eighth day of Christmas, my true love sent to me,
Eight maids a-milking, Seven swans a-swimming, Six geese a-laying,
Five gold rings, Four calling birds, Three French hens,
Two turtle doves, And a partridge in a pear tree.
- On the ninth day of Christmas, my true love sent to me,
Nine ladies dancing, Eight maids a-milking, Seven swans a-swimming,
Six geese a-laying, Five gold rings, Four calling birds,
Three French hens, Two turtle doves,
And a partridge in a pear tree.
- On the tenth day of Christmas, my true love sent to me,
Ten lords a-leaping, Nine ladies dancing, Eight maids a-milking,
Seven swans a-swimming, Six geese a-laying, Five gold rings,
Four calling birds, Three French hens, Two turtle doves,
And a partridge in a pear tree.
- On the eleventh day of Christmas, my true love sent to me,
Eleven pipers piping, Ten lords a-leaping, Nine ladies dancing,
Eight maids a-milking, Seven swans a-swimming, Six geese a-laying,
Five gold rings, Four calling birds, Three French hens,
Two turtle doves, And a partridge in a pear tree.
- On the twelfth day of Christmas, my true love sent to me,
Twelve drummers drumming, Eleven pipers piping, Ten lords a-leaping,
Nine ladies dancing, Eight maids a-milking, Seven swans a-swimming,
Six geese a-laying, Five gold rings, Four calling birds,
Three French hens, Two turtle doves, And a partridge in a pear tree!
Coventry Carol
(English)
-- 32Gm:44346543456754 Andante con moto
- Lully, lullay, thou little tiny child,
By, by, lully, lullay:
Lully, lullay, thou little tiny child,
By, by, lully, lullay:
- O sisters too, how may we do,
For to preserve this day,
This poor Youngling for whom we sing,
By, by, lully, lullay:
- Herod the king, in his raging,
Charged he hath this day
His men of might, in his own sight
All young children to slay.
- That woe is me, poor child for thee,
And ever mourn and say
For thy parting nor say nor sing,
By, by, lully, lullay.
O Sanctissima (O Thou Joyful Day)
(Sicilian)
-- 44D:56543456543 Andante con moto
- O thou joyful day, O thou blessed day,
Holy, peaceful Christmas-tide.
Earth's hopes awaken, Christ life hath taken,
Laud Him, O laud Him on ev'ry side.
- O thou joyful day, O thou blessed day,
Holy, peaceful Christmas-tide.
King of glory, We bow before Thee,
Laud Him, O laud Him on ev'ry side.
Deck the Halls
(Welsh)
-- 44Eb:543211231 Gaily
- Deck the halls with boughs of holly,
Fa-la-la-la-la, la-la, la, la,
'Tis the season to be jolly,
Fa-la-la-la-la, la-la, la, la,
Don we now our gay apparel,
Fa-la-la, la-la-la, la, la, la,
Troll the ancient Christmas carol,
Fa-la-la-la-la, la-la, la, la.
- See the blazing yule before us,
Fa-la-la-la-la, la-la, la, la,
Strike the harp and join the chorus,
Fa-la-la-la-la, la-la, la, la,
Follow me in merry measure,
Fa-la-la-la-la, la-la, la, la,
While I tell of Christmas treasure,
Fa-la-la-la-la, la-la, la, la.
- Fast away the old year passes,
Fa-la-la-la-la, la-la, la, la,
Hail the new! ye lads and lasses;
Fa-la-la-la-la, la-la, la, la,
Sing we joyous all together,
Fa-la-la-la-la, la-la, la, la,
Heedless of the wind and weather,
Fa-la-la-la-la, la-la, la, la,
Fa-la-la-la-la, la-la, la, la.
The First Nowell
(English)
-- 34D:3212345678765 Gracefully
- The first Nowell the angel did say,
Was to certain poor shepherds in fields as they lay;
In fields where they lay keeping their sheep,
On a cold winter's night that was so deep.
Nowell, Nowell, Nowell, Nowell,
Born is the King of Israel.
- They looked up and saw a star
Shining in the east, beyond them far,
And to the earth it gave great light,
And so it continued both day and night.
(Chorus)
- This star drew nigh to the northwest,
O'er Bethlehem it took its rest.
And there it did both stop and stay,
Right over the place where Jesus lay.
(Chorus)
- Then enter'd in those wise men three,
Full rev'rently upon their knee,
And offered there, in His presence,
Their gold and myrrh and frankincense.
(Chorus)
- Then let us all with one accord
Sing praises to our heavenly Lord,
That hath made Heaven and earth of nought,
And with His blood mankind hath bought.
(Chorus)
Joy to the World
(English), by Isaac Watts
-- 24D:87654321566778 Joyously
- Joy to the world! the Lord is come:
Let earth receive her King,
Let every heart prepare Him room,
And heav'n and nature sing,
And heav'n and nature sing,
And heav'n, and heav'n, and nature sing.
- Joy to the world! the Saviour reigns;
Let men their songs employ,
While fields and floods, rocks, hills, and plains
Repeat the sounding joy,
Repeat the sounding joy,
Repeat, repeat the sounding joy.
- He rules the world with truth and grace,
And makes the nations prove
The glories of His righteousness,
And wonders of His love,
And wonders of His love,
And wonders, wonders, of His love.
God Rest You Merry, Gentlemen
(English)
-- 44F:22665432123456 Allegro, with vigor
- God rest you merry, gentlemen, Let nothing you dismay,
Remember Christ our Saviour Was born on Christmas Day,
To save us all from Satan's pow'r, When we were gone astray.
O tidings of comfort and joy, comfort and joy,
O tidings of comfort and joy!
- From God our heavenly Father, A blessed angel came,
And unto certain shepherds Brought tidings of the same;
How that in Bethlehem was born The Son of God by name.
(Chorus)
- The Shapherds at those tidings Rejoiced much in mind,
And left their flocks a-feeding In tempest, storm, and wind,
And went straightaway to Bethlehem The Son of God to find.
(Chorus)
- And when they came to Bethlehem, Where our dear Saviour lay,
They found him in a manger Where oxen feed on hay;
His Mother Mary kneeling down Unto the Lord did pray.
(Chorus)
- Now to the Lord sing praises, All you within this place,
And with true love and brotherhood Each other now embrace;
The holy tide of Christmas All other doth deface.
(Chorus)
The Seven Joys of Mary
(English)
-- 68G:14445654455334 Con moto
- The first good joy that Mary had, It was the joy of one;
To see the blessed Jesus Christ, When He was first her Son.
When He was first her Son, Good Lord, And happy may we be;
Praise Father, Son, and Holy Ghost To all eternity.
- The next good joy that Mary had, It was the joy of two;
To see her own Son, Jesus Christ, Making the lame to go.
Making the lame to go, Good Lord, And happy may we be;
Praise Father, Son, and Holy Ghost To all eternity.
- The next good joy that Mary had, It was the joy of three;
To see her own Son, Jesus Christ, Making the blind to see.
Making the blind to see, Good Lord, And happy may we be;
Praise Father, Son, and Holy Ghost To all eternity.
- The next good joy that Mary had, It was the joy of four;
To see her own Son, Jesus Christ, Reading the Bible o'er.
Reading the Bible o'er, Good Lord, And happy may we be;
Praise Father, Son, and Holy Ghost To all eternity.
- The next good joy that Mary had, It was the joy of five;
To see her own Son, Jesus Christ, Raising the dead to life.
Raising the dead to life, Good Lord, And happy may we be;
Praise Father, Son, and Holy Ghost To all eternity.
- The next good joy that Mary had, It was the joy of six;
To see her own Son, Jesus Christ, Upon the Crucifix.
Upon the Crucifx, Good Lord, And happy may we be;
Praise Father, Son, and Holy Ghost To all eternity.
- The next good joy that Mary had, It was the joy of seven;
To see her own Son, Jesus Christ, Ascending into Heaven.
Ascending into Heaven, Good Lord, And happy may we be;
Praise Father, Son, and Holy Ghost To all eternity.
Hark! the Herald Angels Sing
(English), by Charles Wesley
-- 44F:144346658887656 Brightly
- Hark! The herald angels sing
Glory to the newborn King!
Peace on earth and mercy mild
God and sinners reconciled!
Joyful, all ye nations rise,
Join the triumph of the skies;
With th'angelic host proclaim
Christ is born in Bethlehem!
Hark! the herald angels sing
Glory to the newborn King.
- Christ by highest heav'n adored;
Christ the everlasting Lord;
Come, Desire of nations come,
Fix in us Thy humble home.
Veiled in flesh the Godhead see;
Hail th'Incarnate Deity,
Pleased as Man with man to dwell;
Jesus, our Immanuel!
Hark! the herald angels sing
Glory to the newborn King!
- Mild He lays His glory by,
Born that man no more may die;
Born to raise the sons of earth,
Born to give them second birth.
Ris'n with healing in His wings,
Light and life to all He brings,
Hail the Son of Righteousness!
Hail the heav'n-born Prince of Peace!
Hark! the herald angels sing
Glory to the newborn King!
Rise Up, Shepherd, an' Foller
(American)
-- 44C:8688686655 Moderately fast
- There's a star in the East on Christmas morn,
Rise up, shepherd, an' foller;
It will lead to the place where the Saviour's born,
Rise up, shepherd, and foller!
Foller, foller,
Rise up, shepherd, and foller;
Foller the star of Bethlehem,
Rise up, shepherd, and foller.
- If you take good heed to the angel's words,
Rise up, shepherd, an' foller;
You'll forget yo' flocks, you'll forget yo' herds,
Rise up, shepherd, an' foller!
(Chorus)
Silent Night
(German)
-- 68Bb:56535653 Gently
- Silent night, Holy night!
All is calm, all is bright,
Round yon Virgin Mother and Child,
Holy infant so tender and mild,
Sleep in heavenly peace,
Sleep in heavenly peace.
- Silent night, Holy night!
Shepherds quake at the sight!
Glories stream from heaven afar,
Heavenly hosts sing Alleluia;
Christ, the Saviour is born!
Christ, the Saviour is born!
- Silent night, Holy night!
Child of Heav'n, O how bright.
Thou dids't smile when Thou wast born!
Blessed be that happy morn,
Full of heavenly joy,
Full of heavenly joy!
Masters in This Hall
(English), by William Morris
-- 68Cm:1554345432321 Brightly
- Masters in this Hall, Hear ye news today,
Brought from over sea, And ever I you pray:
Nowell, Nowell, Nowell, Nowell sing we clear!
Holpen are all folk on earth, Born is God's Son so dear:
Nowell, Nowell, Nowell, Nowell sing we loud!
God today hath poor folk raised, and cast a-down the proud.
- Going o'er the hills, Thro' the milk-white snow,
Heard I ewes bleat, While the wind did blow:
(Chorus)
- Then to Bethlem town, We went two by two,
And in a sorry place Heard the oxen low:
(Chorus)
- Therein did we see A sweet and goodly may,
And a fair old maid, Upon the straw she lay:
(Chorus)
- And a little child On her arms had she.
"Wot ye who this is?" Said the hinds to me:
(Chorus)
- This is Christ the Lord, Masters be ye glad!
Christmas is come in, And no folks should be sad:
(Chorus)
Wassail Song
(English)
-- 68D:1232123215555 Lightly
- Here we come a-wassailing, Among the leaves so green;
Here we come a-wand'ring, So fair to be seen.
Love and joy come to you, And to you your wassail too,
And God bless you and send you A Happy New Year,
And God send you a happy New Year.
- Our wassail cup is made Of the rosemary tree,
And so is your beer Of the best barley.
(Chorus)
- We are not daily beggars That beg from door to door;
But we are neighbors' children Whom you have seen before.
(Chorus)
- We have got a little purse Off stretching leather skin;
We want a little of your money To line it well within.
(Chorus)
- Bring us out a table And spread it with a cloth;
Bring us out a mouldy cheese, And some of your Christmas loaf.
(Chorus)
- God bless the master of this house, Likewise the mistress too,
And all the little children That round the table go.
(Chorus)
A Mighty Fortress Is Our God (Ein' Feste Burg)
-- 44C:8885678765
- A mighty Fortress is our God,
A Bulwark never failing;
Our Helper He, amid the flood
Of mortal ills prevailing.
For still our ancient foe
Doth seek to work us woe;
His craft and pow'r are great,
And arm'd with cruel hate,
On earth is not his equal.
- Did we in our own strength confide,
Our striving would be losing;
Were not the right man on our side,
The man of God's own choosing.
Dost ask who that may be?
Christ Jesus, it is He;
Lord Sabaoth His Name,
From age to age the same,
And He must win the battle.
- And though this world, with devils filled,
Should threaten to undo us;
We will not fear, for God hath willed
His truth to triumph through us:
The Prince of Darkness grim,
We tremble not for him;
His rage we can endure,
For lo! his doom is sure,
One little word shall fell him.
- That word above all earthly pow'rs,
No thanks to them, abideth;
The Spirit and the gifts are ours
Through Him who with us sideth:
Let goods and kindred go,
This mortal life also;
The body they may kill:
God's truth abideth still,
His Kingdom is forever.
Who Can Retell?
-- 44D:44145664576868 Allegro
- Who can retell the things that befell us? Who can count them?
In ev'ry age, a hero or sage Came to our aid.
- Ah! At this time in days of yore,
Maccabees the Temple did restore,
And today our people, as we dreamed,
Will arise, unite, and be redeemed.
(Chorus)
My Faith Looks Up to Thee (Olivet)
, by Ray Palmer
-- 44D:135543224432
- My faith looks up to Thee,
Thou Lamb of Calvary,
Saviour Divine!
Now hear me while I pray,
Take all my guilt away,
O let me from this day
Be wholly Thine.
- May Thy rich grace impart
Strength to my fainting heart,
My zeal inspire;
As Thou hast died for me,
O may my love to Thee
Pure, warm, and changeless be,
A living fire.
- While life's dark maze I tread,
And griefs around me spread,
Be Thou my Guide;
Bid darkness turn to day,
Wipe sorrow's tears away,
Nor let me ever stray
From Thee aside.
All Hail the Power of Jesus' Name (Old Coronation)
,
by Rev. Edward Perronet -- 44D:14466545654654
- All hail the pow'r of Jesus' name,
Let angels prostrate fall;
Bring forth the royal diadem,
And crown Him Lord of all!
Bring forth the royal diadem,
And crown Him Lord of all!
- Crown Him, ye martyrs of your God,
Who from His altar call;
Extol the Stem of Jesse's Rod,
And crown Him Lord of all!
Extol the Stem of Jesse's Rod,
And crown Him Lord of all!
- Ye seed of Israel's chosen race,
Ye ransomed from the fall,
Hail Him Who saves you by His grace,
And crown Him Lord of all!
Hail Him Who saves you by His grace,
And crown Him Lord of all!
- Let ev'ry kindred, every tribe,
Before Him prostrate fall,
To Him all majesty ascribe,
And crown Him Lord of all!
To Him all majesty ascribe,
And crown Him Lord of all!
Glee Reigns in Galilee
, by A.M. Dushkin
-- 24Dm:665414566544 Allegro
- Glee reigns in Galilee, The Galil rejoices;
The day and night 'round Lift up your voices.
- Thru night's witch-ing dark-ness, Flutes softly sounding,
The watchman of Galilee. His watch-song resounding.
(Chorus)
- Sing ho, my Galilee, O, sing on my heart-strings;
With gun and noble steed, I fear not what fate brings.
(Chorus)
- Who am I, what have I Without thee, my Galil?
Glorious Galilee, I love thee, my Galil.
(Chorus)
Guide Me, O Thou Great Jehovah
, by William Williams
-- 34F:45654214565685
- Guide me, O Thou great Jehovah,
Pilgrim through this barren land,
I am weak, but Thou art mighty;
Hold me with Thy pow'rful hand.
Open now the crystal fountains
Whence the living waters flow;
Let the fiery cloudy pillar
Lead me all my journey through.
- Feed me with the heav'nly manna
In this barren wilderness;
Be my sword, and shield, and banner,
Be the Lord my Righteousness.
When I tread the verge of Jordan,
Bid my anxious fears subside;
Death of death, and hell's destruction,
Land me safe on Canaan's side.
Old Hundredth
, by Thomas Ken
-- 44F:44321456 With majesty
- Praise God from Whom all blessings flow,
Praise Him all creatures here below,
Praise Him above, ye heav'nly host;
Praise Father, Son, and Holy Ghost.
Day Is Dying in the West
, by Mary A. Lathbury
-- 68D:5553212
- Day is dying in the west,
Heav'n is touching earth with rest,
Wait and worship while the night
Sets her evening lamps alight,
Thro' all the sky.
Holy, Holy, Holy,
Lord God of Hosts!
Heav'n and earth are full of Thee,
Heav'n and earth are praising Thee,
O Lord, most High!
- Lord of life, beneath the dome
Of the universe, Thy home,
Gather us who seek Thy face
To the fold of Thy embrace,
For Thou art nigh.
(Chorus)
- When forever fromour sight
Pass the stars, the day, the night,
Lord of angels, on our eyes
Let eternal morning rise,
And shadows end.
(Chorus)
Fairest Lord Jesus (Crusader's Hymn)
-- 44F:2223124444534
- Fairest Lord Jesus, Ruler of all nature,
O Thou of God and man the Son,
Thee will I cherish, Thee will I honor,
Thou, my soul's glory, joy, and crown.
- Fair are the meadows, Fairer still the woodlands,
Robed in the blooming garb of spring;
Jesus is fairer, Jesus is purer,
Who makes the woeful heart to sing.
- Fair is the sunshine, Fairer still the moonlight,
And all the twinkling starry host;
Jesus shines brighter, Jesus shines purer
Than all the angels heav'n can boast.
Stand Up, Stand Up, for Jesus
, by Rev. Edward Hopper
-- 44G:1446442414565
- Stand up, stand up for Jesus, Ye soldiers of the Cross,
Lift high His royal banner, It must not suffer loss.
From vict'ry unto vict'ry His army shall He lead,
Till ev'ry foe is vanquished, And Christ is Lord indeed.
- Stand up, stand up for Jesus, The trumpet call obey,
Forth to the mighty conflict, In this His glorious day.
Ye that are men, now serve Him Against unnumbered foes:
Let courage rise with danger, And strength to strength oppose.
- Stand up, stand up for Jesus! The strife will not be long;
This day, the noise of battle, The next, the victor's song.
To him that overcometh A crown of life shall be;
He with the King of glory, Shall reign eternally.
Jesus, Saviour, Pilot Me
-- 34G:76546532
- Jesus, Savior, pilot me,
Over life's tempestuous sea;
Unknown waves before me roll,
Hiding rock and treach'rous shoal.
Chart and compass come from Thee:
Jesus, Savior, pilot me.
- As a mother stills her child,
Thou canst hush the ocean wild;
Boist'rous waves obey Thy will
When Thou sayest to them, "Be still."
Wondrous Sov'reign of the sea,
Jesus, Savior, pilot me.
- When at last I near the shore,
And the fearful breakers roar
'Twixt me and the peaceful rest;
Then, while leaning on Thy breast,
May I hear Thee say to me,
"Fear not, I will pilot thee."
Hanukkah Song
-- 44Dm:15555855554343 Allegro
- O Hanukkah, O Hanukkah, come light the menorah!
Let's have a party, we'll all dance the horah.
Gather 'round the table, we'll give you a treat.
S'vivonim to play with and levivot to eat.
And while we are playing
The candles are burning low.
One for each night, they shed a sweet light,
To remind us of days long ago.
One for each night, they shed a sweet light,
To remind us of days long ago.
All Glory, Laud, and Honor
, by St. Theodulph
-- 44Bb:1556788
- All glory, laud, and honor To you, Redeemer, King,
To whom the lips of children Made sweet hosannas ring.
- Thou art the King of Israel, Thou David's royal Son,
Who in the Lord's name cometh, The King and Blessed One.
(Chorus)
- The people of the Hebrews With palms before Thee went;
Our praise and prayers and anthems Before Thee we present.
(Chorus)
- To Thee before Thy Passion They sang their hymns of praise;
To Thee, now high exalted, Our melody we raise.
(Chorus)
- Thou didst accepttheir praises, Accept the pray'rs we bring,
Who in all good delighteth, Thou good and gracious King!
(Chorus)
Who Is the Man?
-- 74Bm:5534532155475345 With firmness
- Who is the man, that life doth will;
That loveth dayes, good for to see?
Refreyning, keep thy tongue from yll,
Thy lips from speaking fallacee.
Doo, good, and evil quite eschew,
Seek peace and after it pursew.
- In all time bless the Lord will I,
Hid praise within my mouth alway.
My soul with in the Lord glory;
The meek shall heare, and joy shall they.
O magnifie the Lord with me,
His name together extoll we.
Rock of Ages
, by Augustus M. Toplady
-- 34Bb:3431754
- Rock of ages, cleft for me,
Let me hide myself in Thee;
Let the water and the blood,
From Thy side a healing flood,
Be of sin the double cure,
Save from wrath and make me pure.
- Should my tears forever flow,
Should my zeal no languor know,
All for sin could not atone,
Thou must save, and Thou alone;
In my hand no price I bring,
Simply to Thy cross I cling.
- While I draw this fleeting breath,
When mine eyelids close in death,
When I rise to worlds unknown,
And behold Thee on Thy throne,
Rock of ages, cleft for me,
Let me hide myself in Thee.
Shall We Gather at the River?
, by Rev. Robert Lowry
-- 44C:33323453 Con moto
- Shall we gather at the river
Where bright angel feet have trod;
With its crystal tide forever
Flowing by the throne of God?
Yes, we'll gather at the river,
The beautiful, the beautiful river,
Gather with the saints at the river
That flows by the throne of God.
- Ere we reach the shining river
Lay we ev'ry burden down;
Grace our spirits will deliver,
And provide a robe and crown.
(Chorus)
- Soon we'll reach the silver river,
Soon our pilgrimage will cease,
Soon our happy hearts will quiver,
With the melody of peace.
(Chorus)
Steal Away
-- 44F:111333555623
- Steal away, steal away, Steal away to Jesus;
Steal away, steal away home,
I ain't got long to stay here.
- My Lord calls me; He calls me by the thunder,
The trumpet sounds within-a my soul,
I ain't got long to stay here.
(Chorus)
- Green trees a-bending; Poor sinner stands a-tremblin',
The trumpet sounds within-a my soul,
I ain't got long to stay here.
(Chorus)
Now Let Me Fly
-- 44F:42112244446 Con moto
- Way down yonder in de middle o' de fiel',
Angel workin' at de chariot wheel,
Not so partic'lar 'bout workin' at de wheel,
But I jes' want-a see how de chariot feel.
Now let me fly, Now let me fly,
Now let me fly Into Mount Zion, Lord, Lord.
- I got a mother in de Promise Lan',
Ain't gonna stop till I shake her han',
Not so partic'lar 'bout shakin' her han',
But I jes' want-a get up in de Promise Lan'.
(Chorus)
- Meet dat Hypocrite on de street,
First thing he do is show his teeth.
Next thing he do is tell a lie,
And de bes' thing to do is to pass him by.
(Chorus)
Nobody Knows de Trouble I See
-- 44Eb:612456666 Slowly, but with motion
- Nobody knows de trouble I see, Nobody knows but Jesus;
Nobody knows de trouble I see, Glory hallelujah!
- Sometimes I'm up, sometimes I'm down, Oh, yes, Lord;
Sometimes I'm almost to de groun', Oh, yes, Lord.
(Chorus)
- Al-tho' you see me goin' 'long so, Oh, yes, Lord;
I have my trials here below, -- Oh, yes, Lord. Oh,
(Chorus)
Joshua Fit de Battle ob Jericho
-- 44Dm:2123445666 Not too fast
- Joshua fit de battle ob Jericho,
Jericho, Jericho,
Joshua fit de battle ob Jericho,
An' de walls come tumbelin' down.
- You kin talk about yo' king ob Gideon,
You may talk about yo' man ob Saul,
But dere's none liked good ole Joshua,
At the battle ob Jericho. -- Dat mornin'
(Chorus)
- Up to de walls ob Jericho,
Dey marched wid spear in han'.
Go blow dem ram horns, Joshua cried,
'Cause de battle am in my han'. -- Dat mornin'
(Chorus)
- Den de lam'-ram sheep-horns begin to blow,
De trumpets began to soun',
Ole Joshua commanded de children to shout,
An' de walls came tumblin' down. -- Dat mornin'
(Chorus)
Oh, a-Rock-a My Soul
-- 44D:32323111313543 Fast
- Oh, a-rock-a my soul, in the bosom of Abraham,
A-rock-a my soul, in the bosom of Abraham,
A-rock-a my soul, in the bosom of Abraham,
Oh, rock-a my soul.
- When I went down in the valley to pray, Oh, rock-a my soul,
My soul got happy an' I stay'd all day. Oh, rock-a my soul.
(Chorus)
- When I was a mourner, jes' like you, Oh, rock-a my soul.
I mourned and mourned 'tilI came through, Oh, rock-a my soul.
(Chorus)
One More River
-- 68F144456788665554: Rollicking
- Old Noah once he built an Ark,
There's more one river for to cross.
And patched it up with hickory bark,
There's one more river for to cross.
One more river, and that's the river of Jordan,
One more river, There's one more river for to cross.
- He went to work to load his stock, There's ...
He anchored the Ark with a great big rock, There's ...
(Chorus)
- The animals went in by one by one, There's ...
The elephant chewing a carroway bun, There's ...
(Chorus)
- The animals went in two by two, There's ...
The rhinoceros and the kangaroo, There's ...
(Chorus)
- The animals went in three by three, There's ...
The bear, the flea and the bumblebee, There's ...
(Chorus)
- The animals went in four by four, There's ...
Old Noah got mad and hollered for more, There's ...
(Chorus)
- The animals went in five by five, There's ...
With Saratoga trunks they did arrive, There's ...
(Chorus)
- The animals went in six by six, There's ...
The hyena laughed at the monkey's tricks, There's ...
(Chorus)
- The animals went in seven by seven, There's ...
Said the ant to the elephant, "Who are you shovin'?" There's ...
(Chorus)
- The animals went in eight by eight, There's ...
They came with a rush 'cause 'twas so late, There's ...
(Chorus)
- The animals went in nine by nine, There's ...
Old Noah shouted, "Cut that line!" There's ...
(Chorus)
- The animals went in ten by ten, There's ...
The Ark she blew her whistle then, There's ...
(Chorus)
- And then the voyage did begin, There's ...
Old Noah pulled the gang-plank in, There's ...
(Chorus)
- They never knew where they were at, There's ...
Till the old Ark bumped on Ararat, There's ...
(Chorus)
Swing Low, Sweet Chariot
-- 44F:6464421 Slowly, with elation
- Swing low, sweet chariot,
Comin' for to carry me home,
Swing low, sweet chariot,
Comin' for to carry me home.
- I look'd 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.
(Chorus)
- If you get to heaven before I do,
Comin' for to carry me home,
Tell all my friends I'm comin' there too,
Comin' for to carry me home.
(Chorus)
Sit Down, Sister
-- 44G:1214464665 With happiness
- Oh, won't you sit down? Lawd, I can't sit down,
Oh, won't you sit down? Lawd, I can't sit down,
Oh, won't you sit down? Lawd, I can't sit down,
'Cause I just got to Heaven, Goin' to look around.
- Who's that yonder dressed in red?
Must be the children that Moses led.
Who's that yonder dressed in white?
Must be the children of the Israelite.
(Chorus)
- Who's that yonder dressed in blue?
Must be the children that are comin' through.
Who's that yonder dressed in black?
Must be the hypocrites a-turnin' back.
(Chorus)
My Lord, What a Morning
-- 44D:332311553522 With ecstasy
- My Lord, what a morning, My Lord, what a morning,
My Lord, what a morning, When the stars begin to fall.
- You'll hear the trumpet sound To wake the nations underground,
Looking to my God's right hand, When the stars begin to fall.
(Chorus)
- You'll hear the sinners moan To wake the nations underground,
Looking to my God's right hand, When the stars begin to fall.
(Chorus)
- You'll hear the Christian shout To wake the nations underground,
Looking to my God's right hand, When the stars begin to fall.
(Chorus)
Go Down, Moses
-- 44Gm:1665566411334 Boldly
- When Israel was in Egyp' Lan', Let my people go,
Oppressed so hard they could not stan', Let my people go.
Go down, Moses, Way down in Egyp' Lan',
Tell ol' Pharaoh To let my people go.
- Thus spoke the Lord, bold Moses said, Let my people go,
If not I'll smite your first-born dead, Let My people go.
(Chorus)