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A book of nonsense songs; over 100 songs,

Illustrated with drawings
words and music.
Crown Publishers
by Charles Keller.
[1961]
106p.
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Tunes, with chord symbols for guitar.

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NORMAN CAZDEN
ILLUSTRATED WITH DRAWINGS BY CHARLES KELLER
GROWN PUBLISHERS, INC.,
NEW YORK
Third Printing. March. 1966

Library of Congress Catalog Card
Number 60-15392
1961 bv Norman Cazden
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CONTENTS
Introduction
Badger
Ballad Of Hennery White, The

Bannity Dan
Barbara Totally High

Barney
Beezer,
The
Black-Eyed Susie
Blood On The Saddle
Blow The Wind Southerly
Bold Fisherman, The
Bos'n John
Buckeye Jim
Buffalo Gals
Bulldog
Jinny Get Around

Johnny Booker
Johnny Graw
iii
Hill
On The Bank, The
Kangaroo, The
17
17
Knickerbocker Line, The

Knick Knack Cadillac
74
60
Leaning On The Lamb
39
31
Little Pigs,
The
61
Lookit Here
89
80
Looky There Now
54
37
Little
Little Wood,
70
Madeline
Marlene
Cape Cod Girls
26
Mary's
Captain Jinks
Cindy
50
Michael Finnigin
56
73
Courting Susan Jane

Cute Little Car, The
Danbury Mare, The
Darby Ram, The
42
29
Dipsycola, The
21
Dixieland
34
94
16
Pop Goes The Weasel

Red Herring, The
Rhinossorheeaguss, The
Row De Dow De Dunfer
Sairy Ann
76
Sally Goodin
98
14
Eddystone Light, The

Ee-Rye-Ee Canal, The
19
Fooba Wooba John
Old Joe Clarke

Old King Cole
Old Tobacco Box, The
One More River
Peter Gray
87
Duralaydeo
Down Below
Midnight
101
Clinch Mountain
Lamb
On The Ocean
/ Monkey's Wedding, The
My Dove
Noble Duke Of York, The
Old Dan Tucker
10
Clementine
Fire
58
20
49
41
11
Flapjacks Tree, The
95
Red Hen, The

The
Lofty Giant, The
Long Tail Blue, The
43
85
Donkey Named Pete, A

Don't Stub Your Toe On Friday
76
92
22
Calico Pie
Clear The Kitchen
81
59
9
44
55
13
91
77
63
86
71
30
66
38
102
88
75
67
33
48
53
72
32
97
Sam Hall
84
90
Savin Rock
30
106
And
21
Forty-Eight Bottles
27
Si
Frisky Jim
40
Simple Little Nancy Brown
57
Game Farm
52
Skip
23
15
To My Lou
Susie Q
47
Swapping Song, The
28
Gollycully,
The
Handy Andy
Haul Away, Joe
Hello, Susie Brown
Hey Hum Diddle Urn Day
Hi Ho Jerum
History Of The World
Hoggedee Boggedee How Now
The Field So Early

Wish I Were A Crank
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Jarsey Jane
Jaycee Line, The
Jenny Jenkins
Jim Along Jo
Tanglefoot Sue
68
45
Tell-A-Me True
64
62
Three Craw
12
Three Sisters, The
78
Three Times Over
100
65
46
82
24
Timmy Tyes
93
Tom Queer
83
Uncle Charlie
96
Unfortunate Miss Bailey
99
Walloping Window Blind, The
36
104
69
Yard of Pudding, The
18
2
INTRODUCTION
There are two kinds of nonsense songs:
those that make sense and those that
don't.
Nonsense songs make sense when they are songs about nonsense. Their
descriptions or arguments may be outrageously incredible, extravagant
or preposterous
sheer nonsense.
But they are intelligible. We are not at a
loss as to what they say. Sometimes what they say is deliberately confusing. But
tales,
we are alert to the confusion; we can puzzle over it, and feel superior. Sometimes what they say may prove very sensible indeed. Thus "A Yard of Pudding"
teaches the logical principle that anything true of all members of a group is also
true of some unlikely members. The silent hero of "Barney" departs for reasons
with which we can readily sympathize. Even a tall tale like "Row De Dow De
Dunfer" makes us pause over the nature of verifiable evidence.
Sensible nonsense song may of course resemble simple humorous song, or it
may resemble nonsense verse. What distinguishes it is a critical dependence
on music.
The contour of a tune may force a non sequitur in the song text.
Rhythmic balance may require a rhyme or an extra syllable out of turn. Thus the
tune structure makes Pennsylvane-eye-ay rhyme in just so many syllables with
"Peter Gray," in defiance of its usual pronunciation.
What this amounts to is that musical sense and language sense do not follow
the same processes. Psychologically they do not match; they are incommensurable.
When words or the sounds of words are made to follow musical patterns
rather then their own, the meanings of the words come out funny. Yet our habits
of thinking in words lead us to seek their normal references and meanings just
the same. The result is that special kind of imaginative humor called nonsense,
and nonsense in turn is most delightful when the musical logic of a good tune
makes any incongruities in the sense of the words seem natural and right. Instinctively we recognize when literal discrepancy is justified by an appropriate
lilt, and that lilt accounts for most of the hypnotic fascination that nonsense
songs have had for young people of any age range. Nonsense songs show how
poetic rhythm and rhyme originated in melody.
The dominance of music over language forms is more elemental and more
obvious in the second kind of nonsense songs, which are not about nonsense but
which rather consist of nonsense. Whether the texts here are formed entirely of
nonsense syllables or partly of what appear to be real words that are removed
from any reliable reference, the emphasis lies wholly on the sonorous or musical
quality of word sounds, so that only the sound and fury of language remains,
Melodious vowel formants and rhythmic consonant
while nothing signifies.
clicks are shaped into music-like sequences of singsong syllables. Try singing
a short declarative sentence about anything at all to a phrase from a simple
dance tune. You will probably find that something like "rum, tee turn, tee turn"
is needed to complete it, and perhaps "hi-oh, and a dumbledee dum" as a parallel
line.
Some such combinations as the rum-and-tea mentioned may drift momentarily

Normal usages of the
over into unexpected word forms of a given language.
language familiar to the singer may also delimit and guide the kinds of sylBut so surely do nonsense syllables serve a purely
lables commonly trolled.
musical function that when they do occasionally congeal into true words, or even
into groups of words, these seem accidental, irrelevant, misplaced, and correspondingly ludicrous. I dread the day when some zealous psychiatrist subjects
the text of "Barbara Totally High" to analysis in depth, when it is no more than
a convenient set of vocalizations to an asymmetrical round.
In practice, the
two kinds of nonsense songs cannot be separated sharply,

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both trends pervade the same songs. Some of the typical nonsense song is about
nonsense and some consists of nonsense. Thus most nonsense songs have refrains or interlinear fillers of nonsense syllables, and many contain little else.
But a song like "The Three Sisters" presents a more or less connected story
interspersed with extraneous jingling "pronounces" (or nonsense), while "Sally
Goodin" has more likely just grown out of foot-tapping improvisations into seemingly intelligible patter.
The traditional nonsense song is by nature free and
easy, impudent and imaginative, and any rule prescribed could only become an
incentive to its transgression. Syllable play would be wasted on "Handy Andy"
or under the tale of "The Danbury Mare."
Where do nonsense songs come from, particularly those in this first comprehensive collection? Why, they are traditional, which in honest translation means
that we shall forever wonder. They have just been sung around casually by anyone who enjoyed singing them, and people still learn them mostly by hearing
them and unavoidably singing along. Folklorists call this oral tradition, which
means they haven't yet proved to what extent each song was spread in print,
music hall, school, recording or broadcast, and until they face up to it there is
still
time to spin romantic theories about homespun
The
traditional
nonsense song, like
all
art.
true folk song,
may have originated
anywhere, most often full-blown as the creation of an individual, who in turn

borrowed heavily from previous tradition. The eventual forms taken by a song
result from selective preservation and variation, orally but also in stage performance and print, of what somebody took up as a good idea. Anyone feels free
to sing such a song in his own way, to make unwitting changes besides, and to
call all other versions wrong.
So everybody participates in the process of differentiation and growth of the song, except the self-conscious folklorist, who
refuses to intervene. (A folklorist is an animated recording-machine accessory
that filters out the fun others are having, the better to register its outward accidents of form. Let two boys choose up sides for a game of ball, and a folklorist will come along to set it down and spoil the game.)
The songs in this collection are traditional among English-speaking people,
mainly in the United States. Many if not most of them have appeared in print,
one way or another. Only the unwary will tick off those not immediately recognized. Yet neither words nor tunes have appeared previously in precisely these
forms, which are, of course, the only right ones. I don't hold with editors who
abdicate editorial judgment or who take being objective to mean lacking objective. These are tunes and lines to have fun with, singing.
To give in detail where and how each of the songs in this collection originated
and in what variety of forms it has been known would require another book much
larger than this, and would interest only specialists; people who just enjoy singing together wouldn't read it. A proper bibliography alone would run to several
thousand items, and would deprive scholars of their favorite sport. It would make
check up on me.
no sense to do that, but go ahead
Nonsense songs reflect a range of impulses and activities that defy simple
Some are dance tunes which have been deedled until their
classification.
vocalized rhythms vaguely resemble words or perhaps the sounds of instruments.
Some are tall tales or insy-versies, with absurd embellishments and fanciful
tangents. Many portray animals acting almost as foolishly as people. Some are
satires on serious ballads or parodies on humbug, false sentimentality or pretended malevolence. "Clementine" heads a bevy of unlovelies whose model is
the immortal Katisha. The trouble with most collegiate nonsense songs is not
that they are so uppity-clever, but that they rarely carry
memorable tunes.
chief principle in selecting and assembling these songs has been musical
A nonsense song must have a sprightly tune capable of
quality and appeal.
inviting and supporting endless repetition without growing raucous or unfriendly.
My
(I
hope nobody notices my inclusion of a few decidedly gloombrious items: Such

Musicians in particular may observe that the
also form the stuff of nonsense.)
nonsense song provides the only kind of music
to which aesthetic notions about

Such pure extract of musical form devoid of
substance is in fact a wholly nonsensical concept, and this book therefore ought
to be the first to explore it properly. But I have yet to discover a nonsense song
without human and humane relevance, for who would sing it?
The versions of the songs in this collection have been chosen and reworked
from among diverse occasional and often careless treatments of the texts and
tunes. It has not made sense to honor old misprints, forgetfulness, conventionality or kindred errors in nonsense songs above their core of poetic and musical
imagery. Enough of slipshod gleanings of any and every bit of song doggerel that
is not nailed down. In spite of TV standards, one may have a conscience about
ways of having fun. I have been critical about songs and song elements that
I
have sought to compile full,
reflect merely transient or dubious fashions.
chortling texts and laughing tunes that people like to live with. I have not limited
In particular I have carefully
the guitar chordings to routines or makeshifts.
weighed the positive roots of certain nineteenth-century minstrel cliches, of
undoubted popular style and origin, against their forced and unfunny lampoons of
social groups. Not musical or poetical or even theatrical purposes, but only the
sorriest commercial incentives, can have been responsible for the tawdry exploitation of imaginative elements in early American Negro song for the mocking
of their authors. Making fun of anyone goes against the grain of nonsense songs,
for their good spirits come alive only where people have healthy fun together.
As with my earlier Dances From Woodland and The Abelard Folksong Book, I
am much beholden here for some song material, and even more for cordial goodtime attitudes, to my friends and neighbors of the Catskill Mountains of New York
State; specifically to Latius and Mary Avery, Elwyn Davis, Sarah Decker, George
Edwards, Frank Joy, Celia Kelder, Ernie Sager, Harry Siemsen, Mike Todd,
Aaron Van De Bogart and George Van Kleeck. But none of these kind people
bears any blame for the results.
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Sine merrily, sing lustily, and have fun!
pure form can conceivably apply.
Norman Cazden
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The second craw, he couldna

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The second craw, he couldna
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Dragged his eyebrows on the ground,
Never knew he was on his head
Till on his toe he chanced to tread.
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Oh brothers, do be careful,
Oh, be careful:
Seek Yerushalem.
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Having lunch one afternoon,

He thought he was a serving spoon,
Wondered why it was so hard
To
dip himself in the mustard jar.

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Lying awake one windy
He
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Didn't find out he

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Once he thought he was
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a cake,
Into the oven he set to bake;
Climbed out long before he was done:

He'd forgotten to put his frosting on.
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Uncle Charlie thought how nice

was to be a can of beer on ice,
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all out.
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He thought he was a vitamin pill;
Took some water and ate some bread,
Never managed to swallow his head. [Refrain]
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He thought he was
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snow was
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a counter stool;
But he risked a sad mishap

When he tried to sit upon his
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For she charms the frogs, the cats and dogs, likewise the honeyhee.
Everybody loves my Susie, and the others love her too,
But you ought to see my Susie when she does the Susie Q.
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It was on a summer evening, when the snow was rather high,

That I went to see my Susie, and the tear was in my eye;
Then she said, "My dear, my duck- eye-dear, a hoop de dooden doo!"
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Now my Susie's in the kitchen for a shelling out the peas,

While the monkey's in the parlor for a tasting of the cheese,
So we'll play upon the fiddle, and we'll play upon the drum,
And we'll play upon your sympathy; Oh, Susie, can't you come?
How
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doth the busy little bee delight to bark and bite ?

gathers honey all the day, but I meet mine at night.
Tell me, what's the matter with Susie; tell me, what's the matter, my dear?
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Met Jimmie and Francie, and a company more,

All driving alone and on foot, as before,
The fog horns were tinkling, the people declared
It's the New Haven Diesel drawn by a gray mare.
The girl in the doorway was dressed up so neat,

Had nothing but earrings from her head to her feet;
She gave me some cheese from the old turkey's back,
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see
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through when the rain had begun,

breasted the snowdrifts while I sat in the sun,
When Francie winked at me with a horrified stare
As I tanked up with ethyl my Danbury mare.
The moonlight shone

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With my hat in my hand so to keep my head warm,
She busted her mainspring, I climbed on her face,
And on my tiptoes rode all over the place.
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I'll
saddle my mare and go fishing once more,
I've never gone fishing for tigers before;

If
a fuse and her innards should

have one more beer; no, I don't think I will!
my mare blows
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Timmy Tyes, wondrous
wise,
Steps into a puddle,
Slips and flails his arms about
And splatters himself with muddle.
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Fights at every meeting,

Rolls up his sleeves and takes a stance
To catch himself a beating. [Refrain]
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If
wise,
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He'll explode with laughter.

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his parients' sole delight.
Hennery was a cobbuler by trade,

was soon he had his fortune made,
Till he fell in love with Pollyanna Green,
The prettiest maid that never was seen.
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But when his suit she did deny,
He into a taverrin went to cry,

And there the brew made him so sick,
He thought to pizen her with arsenic.
Tiddy
fol lol lol bim,

He thought to pizen her with arsenic.
her straightforth he was verily loth,
So he mixed it in some sheepshead broth,
Which she did eat, while she was able,
Till she fell dead beneath the table.
To pizen
Tiddy
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Till she fell dead beneath the table.
One night when he lay fast asleep,

He plainnelly saw the ghost of a sheep,
And unto him it dole-le-fully said:
"What have you done with my poor head?"
Tiddy
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"What have you done with my poor head?"
Now all young men unmarried,

Take warning by Hennery White
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he never had done that sheep any wrong,

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hard to drink through a broken nose;
When we have no money we are apt to be sad;

People lacking feet have very few toes;
Some crazy fellows may become quite mad.
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yard of pudding is bigger than a foot,
With a fol dee rol and a didderrum, a hi!
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seagulls seldom wear their gloves on Sunday;
Sailors often never learn to
fly;
Competition makes for very poor ice-cream,

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Most pork is generally made from pigs;

That gun is over-large for shooting flies;
Lawyers may find themselves involved in cases;
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One fine day I went to the mill,

And I got stuck on Badger Hill;
I hawed my horses, and I gee'd my cart,
But to save my soul, I couldn't get a start!
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Oh, where you come from, help a
body down,
Oh, a wagonful of corn meal, turn
yourself around.
2
There was a frog, lived in yonder spring,

The water was so wet that he couldn't swim;
Hitched his tail to an elm-tree stump,
And he hollered, and he bellered, but
still
he couldn't jump!
[Refrain]
Applesaucey with a pumpkin
The black
pie,
cat spit in the white cat's eye;
White cat sang out, "Lookayou here,

Christmas comes but once a year!"
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Away down South, where banana yams

A flea stepped on an elephant's toe;
The elephant cried, with tears in his
"Why
grow,
eyes,
don't you pick on a feller your size?"
[Refrain]
Big foot up and the little foot down,

Honors to your partners and swing them
all around;
Cornstalk fiddle and a shoestring bow,

If this isn't dancing, show you how.
[Refrain]
Horse and a flea and the three blind mice

Sat on a curbstone, chewing on the ice;
Then the horse slipped, and fell on the flea:
"Whoops!" said the
flea,
horse on me! "
"That's
[Refrain]
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INC.,
New
YorK. N. Y
The
Little
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a little wood should
As
all
all
wood there was
around.
little tree,
While the green grass grew

around, all around,
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around, all around,
The finest little tree you ever

And the tree was in the wood,
As a little wood should
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Now on this twig there was a little leaf,

The finest little leaf you ever did see,
And the leaf was on the twig,
And the twig was on the branch,
And the branch was on the tree,
a time there was a

wood,
The finest little wood you ever did see,

around, all around,
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in this
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on this leaf there was a
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finest little nest you ever did see,
the nest
the leaf
little nest,
was on the leaf,

was on the twig.
[etc.]
all
around.
on this tree there was a little branch,

The finest little branch you ever did see,
While the green grass grew all
around, all around,
While the green grass grew all around.
Now
Now
in this nest there
The
And
And
finest little egg you ever did see,
was
a little egg,
was in the nest,

was on the leaf.
the egg
the nest
[ere]
Now
in this
The
And
And
finest little bird you ever did see,
egg there was a
little bird,
was in the egg,

was in the nest.
the bird
the egg
[ere]
Now
on this branch there was a
Now
little twig,
The finest little twig you ever did

And the twig was on the branch,
While the green grass grew all

around, all around,
While the green grass grew all around.
on this bird there was a
little
feather,
see,
The
finest little feather
you ever
did see,
And
And
was on the bird,

was in the egg.
the feather
the bird
[ere]
10
Now
on this feather there was a
The
And
And
finest little quill you ever did see,
little quill,
the quill
was on the feather,

was on the bird.
the feather
[ere]
11
Now
out of this quill we've

little
The
And
quill
[ere]
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York, N. Y.
finest little song you ever did see,
the song
And the
made
song,
was of
was on
the quill,
the feather
Cindy

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Before the rain comes down.
The
first
And her
feet all over the floor.
[Refrain]
She kissed me and she hugged me,

She called me sugar plum;
She threw her arms around me,
And I thought my time had come. [Refrain]
wish I was an apple
A-hanging on a tree,
And every time that Cindy passed,
She 'd take a bite of me. [Refrain]
saw my Cindy,
[Refrain]
She took me to the parlor,

She cooled me with her fan,
She said I was the prettiest thing
[Refrain]
In the shape of mortal man.
Oh, Cindy is a pretty girl,
Yes, Cindy is a peach;
She threw her arms around my neck
And hung on like a leech. [Refrain]
wish
As
had a needle
fine as
could sew,
sew that girl to my coat

And down the road I'd go.
I'd
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Her face is of the ruddiest,

Her hair a chestnut brown,
Her eyes just like a thunder cloud
She was standing in the door,

Her shoes and stockings in her hand
to see my Cindy,
She lives a way down South,
And she's so sweet, the honey bees
Get along home, Cindy, Cindy,

Get along home,
Get along home, Cindy, Cindy,
I'll marry you some day.
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You ought
Refrain:
NORMAN CA2DEN
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Now when
Sometimes
tail
[Refrain]
see my Cindy,
have a notion
I'd love to kiss
such a pretty
Stop making such commotion.
copyright 1961 by
MELODY
TRAILS, INC.,
little girl,
[Refrain]
New
York, N. Y

Calico Pie

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Down
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little
ci
birds fly
to the calico tree,
Their wings so blue that they sing, tillaloo,

And they never come back to me, to me,
And they never come back to me.
2
Calico jam, the
little fish
swam
Over the calico sea,
He
doffed his hat to the sole and the sprat,
And he never came back

And he never came back
3
to me, to me,
to me,
Calico fun, the little mice run

in time for tea,
Then, flipperty flup, they drink it all up,
And never come back to me, to me,
To dress
Calico drum, the grasshoppers come

With the butterfly, beetle and bee,
Over the ground with a hop and a bound,
And they never come back to me, to me,
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INC.,
New
York, N. Y.
11
Hi
Ho Jerum

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There was a rich man and he lived
Now
'"> -
the rich
Jerusalem,
man
died, but he
didn't fare so wellium,
Glory hallelujah, hi ho jerum,

He had a fine house and he lived
very sprucium,
Glory hallelujah, hi ho jerum.

couldn't reach Heaven, so he
had to go to Hellium,
He
[Refrain]
Refrain:
Hi ho jerum and hi ho jerum,

Skeedum a rinky doolium,
skeedum a rinky doolium,
2
Now
on his doorstep stood a human

wreckium,
He wore a bowler hat, but the brim
was 'round his neckium,
The poor man asked
for a
on down till he got to

Sheolium,
The Devil said, "Fine! We'll
shovel on the coalium!"
fell
[Refrain]
"My
soul!
declare, this is a
mighty warm hotelium!"

"This is just a very common, very
ordinary Hellium."
[Refrain]
3
He
piece of
[Refrain]
bread and cheesium,

But the rich man shook his head,
said, "I'll send for the po-
And
that's
how we know why riches
are no jokium,

We'll all get to Heaven, 'cause
we're all stony brokium,
leecium!
[Refrain]

4
When the poor man died, his soul

Heavenium,
And he danced with the saints
went
[Refrain]
to
till
quarter past elevenium,

[Refrain]
12
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INC.,
New
York, N. Y.
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Marlene
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Marlene went walking down the street while wearing a little green hat,
Marlene went walking down the street while wearing a little green hat,
And some were driving busses, and some were driving cars,
And the G is silent, as in "fish,"
Dilly-o, a rinktum, a laddie.
man, he had a golf club that
hit
two tees at once,
A man, he had a golf club that hit two tees at once,

And some were baking apples, and some were baking
And the Q is pronounced as in "electricity,"
pears,
Now what became

Now what became
of Marlene, and what became of the club?

of Marlene, and what became of the club?
For some were watching the
And
the
is there, as in
ball game, and
"humming"
or in
some were clocking

"honey,"
ties,
copyright 1961 by
MELODY
TRAILS, INC..
New
York. N. Y.
13
Duralaydeo
New Words and New Music Arrangement by NORMAN CA20EN
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There once was a doctor came out

of the west,
To my duraling, duralaydeo;
He courted a maid who was none
of
the best,
Re/rain:
To my
dura, lura, biggledy nura,

Jiggledy duralaydeo.
She went to bed
To my
at
eleven o'clock,
duraling, duralaydeo,
And she wrestled the moon from the

chimney top. [Refrain]
3
She dressed herself into swaggery

clothes,
To my duraling, duralaydeo,
And down to Manhattan Island she
goes.
[Refrain]
She sat on the lawn
till
she caught
a trout,
To my
duraling, duralaydeo,
And then on the rocks she went

flapping about.
5
The doctor
[Refrain]
told her to stand on her
toes,
To my
duraling, duralaydeo;
She stood on her toes, and she

tweaked his nose. [Refrain]
6 There's a crust of bread upon the
shelf,
To my
If
duraling, duralaydeo;
you want any more, you may sing

it
14
yourself.
[Refrain]
C0pyrl|M 1961 by MELOOY TRAILS
INC..
New
York
The Gollycully
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Now you
take a gollycully for the turkey soup,

a gollycully for the trolley,
you of the scrape I had
And you take

I'll tell
To win my
I
asked
loverly Molly.
her,
would she take a ride
when the wind was steady,

She jumped up high and cracked her heels,
And declared that she was ready.
With me,
Refrain:
It'll
It'll
I
t'll
Go
never do
never do
never do
to
give
it
to
give
it
up so,
up, eo get the axe.
up so long,
to give it
get the gollycully, go get the axe,
It'll
never do
to give it
up so.
On down the river and up the

My boat soon ran a grounder,
creek,
When a pine log rolled right to

And stove both ends in 'round
I
the brim
her.
turned about to look for Moll,
And never shall forgotten

To see her making horseshoe tracks
All across the sandy bottom.
[Refrain]
And then I saw my gollycully cross the bridge

So she wouldn't get her feet wet,
Well, Molly would have crossed that bridge,
But the bridge, it wasn't built yet.
Once our old horse fell down the well
That was down behind the stable,
Well, that old horse didn't fall clear down,
[Refrain]
Just as far as he was able.
met with a catfish coming downstream;
asked that catfish, why so mean?
Said the catfish, mind what you're about!
I
I
And
turned that gollycully inside out.

I was but a little boy,
For when
I
liked to go in swimming,
I am a bigger boy,
But now
I'd rather go with
copyright 1961 by
MELODY TRAILS,
INC.,
New
wimmen.
York, N. Y
[Refrain]
15
The Ee-Rye-Ee Canal
We were forty miles from Albany,

Forget it I never shall,
What a terrible storm we had that night
On the Ee-rye-ee Canal.
Refrain:
Oh, the Ee-rye-ee was a-rising
And
And
Till
we
the gin
was
getting low,
scarcely think we'll get a drink

Till we get to Buffalo, oh woe,
get to Buffalo.
We were loaded down with barley,

We were chucking full of rye,
And the
captain, he looked
down on me
With a wicked gleam in his eye.

3
The
cook, she dropped her bucket of broth,

She let her ladle fall,
For the waves were running mountainous
On the Ee-rye-ee Canal. [Refrain]
captain then came up on the deck

With a spyglass in his hand,
But the fog, it was so 'tarnal thick
That he couldn't spy the land. [Refrain]
The
The sky was rent asunder

By an eerie lightning flash;
While above there rattled thunder,
At the bow came a horrible splash.
[Refrain]
6 All hands leaped forward, then sprang

The mainsheet for to haul,
But slap-dash fell our chicken- coop
[Refrain]
In the Ee-rye-ee Canal.
7
[Refrain]
The cook, she wore
aft
a red petticoat,
For want of a better dress;

We hoisted her upon the mast
As
8
a signal of distress.
[Refrain]
the girls are in the Police Gazette,

the crew are all in jail;
I'm the only sea-cook's son
[Refrain]
That's left to tell the tale.
Now
And
And
16
copyright 1961 by
MELODY
TRAILS, INC.,
New
York, N. Y.
Barbara Totally High
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when the preceding
Ber notch a tea bowl a Key,

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Barbara totally high ruh.
Ber notch a tea bowl a Key,
umberly game:
Barbara totally high ruh.
Why
ruh?
My
ruh,
Tale a watch a deny
And
Why
ruh?
Tale
ruh,
Barbara totally high.
My
ruh,
watch a deny ruh,

And a Barbara totally high.
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The Kangaroo

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Our kangaroo is a pretty little bird,

But he finds an oyster fry absurd;
He spreads green cheese on a butterfly;
That kangaroo is apt to die.
Refrain:
Now
Now
2
Jennie, get that hoe-cake done, for one,

Jennie, get that hoe-cake done.
A salesman came
with a stallment plan
When my wife, she felt like a cross old hen;

She pecked his eyes out to the bone
And told him to look nine ways for home. [Refrain]
3
A second-story man came to our house,

He lifted a window still as a mouse,
He stole our piano and our pet seal,
And then he
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TRAILS, INC..
stole across the field.
New
York, N. Y.
[Refrain]
17
Tom Queer

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There's an uncommon fellow, his
name
If
is
Tom
he weren't elsewhere, he'd

surely be here.
He was
And
Tom Queer
born in the earliest part

of his life,
he never was married till he
It will
took a wife.
Refrain:
With a down, down, down, derry
down.
2
voice,
with
it
a liking to dwell
on dry ground,
And isn't he lucky that he never
for a spell,
But when he gets sick, he

very well.
6
[Refrain]
probably run down his throat

[Refrain]
by and by.
Tom Queer has
is not
[Refrain]
Tom
he often makes some
sort of noise.
when
was drowned?
Whenever he's healthy, he's fine
His face is the oddest there ever

has been,
For his mouth runs across, twixt
his nose and his chin.
Whenever he's talking, he uses his
And
acts so strangely
you give him some meat,

For, if he is hungry, he will set
down and eat;
If you offer him water when he may
be dry,
Queer;
He
Queer, may he live from his

birth till his death!
never will die till he runs out of
breath,
Tom Queer has
And then
But they rarely are working when

he takes a rest;
And he has two legs, which are
If
an arm on each side

of his chest,
he'll be buried in the

graveyard to molder:
he lives a year longer, he'll be
[Refrain]
a year older.
fastened so neat
To
18
his hips, and attached at ends

[Re/rain]
are his feet.
copyright 1961 by
MELODY
TRAILS, INC..
New
York, N. Y
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was the keeper of the

Eddystone Light,
He married a mermaid one fine night.
My
father
From
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this union there
came
three,
porgy, and a porpoise, and the
other
was me.
Re/rain:
Yo ho ho, the wind blows

Oh,
2
for a life
One night, as I was trimming of the glim

And singing a verse of the evening hymn,
A voice on the starboard shouted, "Ahoy!"
And there was my mother, a-sitting
on a buoy.
free,
on the rolling sea!
[Refrain]
"Oh, where are the rest of my

children three?"
My mother then did ask of me.
"One was exhibited as a talking fish,

The other served up in a chafing dish."
[Refrain]
Then the phosphorus flashed in her

seaweed hair;
When I looked again, my mother
wasn' t there.
But a voice came echoing back
"That
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MELODY TRAILS,
INC.,
New
through the night,

for the keeper of the Eddystone Light! " [Refrain]
York, N. Y
19
The
Little
Pigs
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There was an old sow, she had five

little pigs,
Igs [snort] igs [whistle]
The
Aw
sh'-
five little pigs.
Lillibullee, lillibullara, lara, lara
aw
[snorf]
[whistle]
sh'-
very
in

lee;
Oh! my daddy's a bonny

[snorf] an [whistle]
wee man.
Oh!
sh'-nan-
An
my daddy's
a bonny
[snort] an [whistle]
nigo Dan,
wee man.
sh'-nan-
nigo Dan,
Oh! my daddy's a bonny wee man.

2 The
pigs sleep in very clean
little
lee;
An
j.
nannigo daw;
Oh! the little pigs sleep
clean straw.
Oh! there was an old sow, she had
straw,
nannigo digs;
pigs squeal when they're

under the gate,
little
Ate [snort] ate [whistle]
Oh!
my daddy's a bonny wee man.
The
little
pigs make us the finest
of bacon,
sh'-nan-
Aeon
Oh! the little pigs squeal when

they're under the gate.
sh'aeon [whistle]
nannigo dacon;
The little pigs make us the finest
of bacon.
nigo date;
lee;
lee;
Oh!
An
my daddy's
[snort]
a bonny
[snort] an [whisr/e]
wee man.
Oh!
sh'-nan-
An
nigo Dan,
my daddy's a bonny wee man.

[snort] an [whistle]
sh'-nan-
nigo Dan,
And here
is an
ending to our
song,
Ong
[snorf] ong [whistle]
little
sh'-
nannigo dong;
And here is an ending to our
little
song.
lee;
Oh! my daddy's a bonny

An [snorf] an [whistle]
wee man.
sh'-nan-
nigo Dan,
Oh!
20
my daddy's
copyright 1961 by
a bonny
MELODY
TRAILS, INC..
wee man.
New
York. N. Y.
5/
And
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copyright 1961 by
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TRAILS, INC.,
New
York, N. Y
were going to the Fair,

was kicked in the shin;
said I'll get even with the Fair,
and
So we bought ten tickets, but

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were going on a
Si
and
Si
was pushed by
we
didn't go in.
ferry,
a horse;
Si said I'll get even with the ferry,

So we bought ten tickets, but we swam across.
and I went out to the airport,

caught a cinder in his eye;
Si said I'll get even with the airport,
So we bought ten tickets, but we didn't
Si
Si
Si
and
parked at a meter,
Si found the pointer

Si
said
fly.
was
stuck;
get even with the meter,
I'll
So we put dimes
in for all the rest of the block.
The Dipsycola
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Put your right hand in,

Put your right hand out,
Put your right hand in,
And you wiggle it all about,
Now you do the coca-cola,
Then you do the pepsi-cola,
Put your head
j'
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by
pr
Put your both hands in,

Put your both hands out,
Put your both hands in,
And you wiggle them all about,
NORMAN CAZDEN
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gggga
[etc.]
in, [eta.]
Now you
do the dipsycola
And you
turn yourself about.
Put your
right foot in, [etc]
Put your left hand in,

Put your left hand out,
Put your left hand in,
And you wiggle it all about,
Now you do the coca-cola,
Then you do the pepsi-cola,
Put your
left foot in,
Put your
right hip in, [etc.]
Now
Put your
left hip in, [efc.]
[efc]
7 Put your both feet in, [efc]
you do the dipsycola

turn yourself about.
And you
10
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MELODY
TRAILS, INC.,
New
York,
Y.
Put your both hips
in,
[etc]
21
r
Bannity Dan

(tacet)
copyright 1961 by
MELODY TRAILS,
INC.,
New
York,
Now
Bannity Dan is my front name,

And happen my last name is the same,
I come from a land far over the seas
Where oysters and clams grow on apple
trees.
I've gone ten years without vittles or rest
While trying to find a dooleybird nest,

But all I've found is a crab having fits,
And a gray-headed beetle gone out of his wits.
Now

I met an old woman, so stylish was she
That she lived on burnt matches and coolibah

I told her how poor such a diet must be,
tea.
And she tossed her hair with a fiddle-eye- fee;

She walloped her cat, and she shaved off its tail
For casting such glances into my milk pail.
Now

I once knew a codfish, could not wink his eye,
His mouth was so twisted, he couldn't tell why;
So I up with a jeep, set it down on his head,
Which made him so mournful, he took to his bed,
Then I fixed him some broth; it was not wet enough,
Being made of shoe polish and flavored with snuff.
Now

I met with a woman who wrote to the king
That she hadn't a finger to put on a ring,

So they tickled a hole in her toe instead,
And they found that it gave her a cold in her head;
But she thanked the mailman with laughter so clear,
Then she picked up her marbles, skipped
22
off on her ear.
Skip To
My Lou
by
NORMAN CAZDEN
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Lost my partner, what'll

my
Skip to
2
I'll
I'll
I'll
one prettier than you,

one prettier than you,
find another one prettier than you,
Gone
Gone
Gone
my
lou,
Cows
Cows
Cows
my
11
darling.
again, skip to
again, skip to
again, skip to
my
my
my
my
lou,
12
lou,
lou,
darling.
two by two,
two by two,
the cornfield, two by two,
my
lou,
my
Skip to
my
When
When
When
go a-courtin',
go a-courtin',
go a-courtin',
I
I
I
my
lou,
lou,
my
darling.
my
I'll
I'll
I'll
take two,
take two,
take two,
darling.
Kitten's in the haymow, mew, mew, mew,

Skip to my lou, my darling.
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in the cornfield,
in
jiîl
Hurry up, slowpoke, be ahead of you,

Skip to
in the cornfield,
Skip to
5
darling.
find another
Skip to my lou,
4
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find another
Skip to
3
my
lou,
do?
do?
do?
I
I
darling.
Gone
Gone
Gone
again, skip to
again, skip to
again, skip to
Skip to
my
lou,
my
my
my
my
lou,
lou,
lou,
darling.
Can't get a redbird, bluebird'll do,

Skip to
my
lou,
my
darling.
6 I've got a cart and a pony too,

I've got a cart and a pony too,
I've got a cart and a pony too,
Skip to
my
lou,
my
darling.
7 Flies in the sugarbowl, shoo,

Flies in the sugarbowl, shoo,
Flies in the sugarbowl, shoo,
Skip to my lou, my darling.
8
fly,
shoo,
fly,
shoo,
Needle
Needle
Needle
in the
in the
Skip to
my
My
My
My
wears a number nine shoe,

girl
girl
girl
Skip to
haystack,
haystack,
in the haystack,
my
lou,
lou,
copyright 1961 by
my
my
shoo,
fly,
spy you,
spy you,
spy you,
darling.
darling.
MELODY TRAILS,
INC.,
New
York, N. Y
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In
The Field So Early
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In the field, in frost
and snow,
In the field, near
ponds and lakes,
In the field so early,
There we go to milk the cows,

There we milk them cheerily
With a moo moo here, a moo moo
There we watch the ducks and
there,
Here a moo, there a moo, everywhere a moo moo,

Bonnie lassie, come along with me
In the field so early.
drakes,
There we watch them cheerily

With a quackapack here, a quackapack there,
Here a quack, there a quack,
everywhere a quackapack,
Chickachick here, a chickachick
there,
In the field, all near the fence,

There we go to ruffle the hens,

There we ruffle them cheerily
With a cluckachuck here, a cluckachuck there,
Here a chuck, there a chuck,
everywhere a cluckachuck,
Moo moo
here, a
moo moo
there,

Here a chick, there a chick, everywhere a chickachick,

Cluckachuck here, a cluckachuck
there,

Moo moo
here, a
moo moo
there,

In the field, hard
by the rocks,

In the field,
along the creek,
There we go to feed the chicks,

There we feed them cheerily
With a chickachick here, a chickachick there,
Here a chick, there a chick, everywhere a chickachick,

Cluckachuck here, a cluckachuck
There we cram the turkey cocks,

There we cram them cheerily
With a gibble gobble here, a gibble
gobble there,
Here a gobble, there a gobble,

everywhere a gibble gobble,
Quackapack here, a quackapack
there.
[etc.]

there,

Moo moo
here, a
moo moo
there,

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INC.,
New
York, N. Y
In the field, before
we
reap,
There we go to shear the sheep,

There we shear them cheerily
With a beah beah here, a beah
beah there,
Here a beah, there a beah, everywhere a beah beah,
Gibble gobble here, a gibble gobgle there
and not very far,

so early,
There we drive our two-tone car,
There we drive so cheerily
With a rattle ping here, a rattle
ping there,
Here a rattle, there a rattle, everyIn the field,
In the field
where a
there.
[efc.]
rattle ping,
Groink oink here, a groink oink

.
[etc.]
In the field of rye
and oats,
There we go to tend the goats,

There we tend them cheerily
With a meah meah here, a meah
meah
there,
Here a meah, there a meah, everywhere a meah meah,

Beah beah here, a beah beah
there.
[efc]

down near the bogs,
In the field,
when
10 In the field,
it's
hardly light,
There we go to stuff the hogs,

There we stuff them cheerily
There we meet our heart's delight,

There we meet so cheerily
With a kiss a miss here, a kiss a
miss there,
Here a kiss, there a kiss, everywhere a kiss a miss,
With a groink oink here, a groink

oink there,
Here a groink, there a groink,
everywhere a groink oink,
Meah meah
here, a meah
there.
[efc]
.
meah
Rattle ping here, a rattle ping

there
[efc]
.
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Cape Cod
Girls
New Words and New Music Arrangement by NORMAN CA2DEN

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Cape Cod girls, they have no combs,

Heave away, heave, away,
They comb their hair with codfish bones,
We are bound for Australia.
Refrain:
Heave away, my bully, bully boys,

Heave away, heave away,
Heave away and don't you make a noise,
We
are bound for Australia.
Cod boys, they have no sleds,

They slide down hills on codfish heads,
2 Cape
We
[Refrain]
Cape Cod doctors use no pills,

They give their patients codfish gills,
We are bound for Australia. [Refrain]
Cape Cod cats, they have no

They blew away in northeast
We are bound for Australia.
tails,
gales,
[Refrain]
Cape Cod roosters never crow,

They can't see the hens in a northeast blow,
We
[Refrain]
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INC.,
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Forty -Eight Bottles

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There were forty-eight bottles

hanging on the wall,
Forty-eight bottles a-hanging on
the wall.
And if one of those bottles should
accidentally
fall,
There'd be forty-seven bottles ahanging on the wall.

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There were forty-seven bottles

hanging on the wall,
Forty-seven bottles a-hanging on
And
the wall.
one of those bottles should
if
accidentally
fall,
There'd be forty-six bottles ahanging on the wall.

[continue similarly to:]
47 There were two bottles hanging on

the wall,
Two
And
bottles a-hanging on the wall.
one of those bottles should

accidentally fall,
There'd be only one bottle a-hanging on the wall.
if
48 There was one bottle hanging on

the wall,
One
And
bottle a-hanging on the wall.

if
that
lonesome bottle should
accidentally
fall,
There wouldn't be any bottles

hanging on the wall.
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MELODY TRAILS.
INC.,
New
York, N. Y.
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27
The Swapping Song

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by myself,
And all the bread and cheese I got,
I laid up on the shelf.
Come
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a wing, wong,
So
swapped
And
mare and
that
got
a cow,
in that trade
swapped
that
was
ing how.
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just learn-
[Refrain]
cow and
me
got
calf,
And
ding,
in that trade
just lost half.
[Refrain]
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swapped that calf and
sheep,
And in that trade
ding,
asleep.
fair faddle ding,
A Jackstraw straddle
A long ways home.
waddle
A John fair faddle ding,

A Jackstraw straddle ding,
A long ways home
To my wing, wong, waddle
A John
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Brt
me
got
must have been
[Refrain]
ding,
10
swapped that sheep and
me
got
a hen,
2
The
That
rats and the
such
went
off to
me
And wasn't
mice soon led me
a life
a wife.
that a pretty cluck
had then!
Boston
[Refrain]
to find
11
[Refrain]
swapped that hen and
got
me
cat,
The
I
streets weren't wide, and the
lanes so narrow
had to bring her home in an old
[Refrain]
wheelbarrow.
[Refrain]
12
4
Climbed a tree
So
in the road, but the
swapped my wife and
got
me
And when
couldn't get my legs

[Refrain]
So
swapped
me
that horse and
got
me
turned around, he went
[Refrain]
13
Well, all of
my swapping
didn't
take very long,

soon had nothing left but this
swapping song!
across.
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that cat and
straight to his hole.
a horse,
But then
swapped
mole,
limb wouldn't hold,

And down came my wheelbarrow,
[Re/rain]
wife and all.
5
I pet him, but he

wouldn't catch a rat.
fed him and
[Refrain]
got
a mare,
She ate a ton of clams, wouldn't go

[Refrain]
anywhere.
28
copyright 1961 by
MELODY TRAILS,
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New
York, N. Y.
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Little
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cutest little girl,

cutest little girl you ever did see,
the girl was in the car,
was on the wheels,

the wheels were on the ground,
the engine in the car made the
the car
little hat,
cutest little hat,
cutest little hat you ever did see,
the hat was on the girl,

the girl was in the car,
the car was on the wheels,
the engine in the car
wheels go round.
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little car,
wheels go round.
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The
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the car was on the wheels,

wheels go round.
There was a
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cutest little car,

cutest little car you ever did see,
There was a
The
The
And
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cutest little ribbon,

cutest little ribbon you ever
did see,
the ribbon was on the hat,
the hat
the girl
the car
was on the girl,

was in the car,
was on the wheels,

wheels go round.
There was a
The
The
little feather,
cutest little feather,

cutest little feather you ever
did see,
the feather was in the ribbon,
And
And the ribbon was on the hat,
And the hat was on the girl,
And the girl was in the car,
And the car was on the wheels,
And the wheels were on the ground,
And the engine in the car made the
wheels go round.
made the
New
York, N. Y.
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Savin Rock

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At Savin Rock there lives a whale,

And she eats pork chops by the bale,
By the pillbox, by the suitcase,
By the bathtub, by the schooner.
Her
But
Nor
Nor
is Lynn and she's a peach,

you shouldn't leave food within her reach,
bankbooks, nor airedales,
coffee ice-cream sodas.
name
She's a hungry young girl, but when she smiles

You can see her teeth for a number of miles,
And her adenoids, and her spare-ribs,
And others too fierce to mention.
Now what
can you do with a whale like that?

What can you do but stamp on your hat
Or your toothbrush, or your boy-friend,
Or anything equally helpless?
The Noble Duke Of York

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He had ten thousand men,
He marched them up to the top of the
And he marched them down again.
But
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if
He'd
Now if he were only a rocket,

He'd search this wide world o'er;
If his true love weren't on board the ship,
He'd swing her on the floor.
he were only a beagle,

those mountains through,
For some
And when they were up, they were up,

And when they were down, they were down,
But when they were only halfway up,
They were neither up nor down.
fly
And he'd
hill,
trade off his own true love

rale old mountain dew.
Oh, the noble Duke of York,
He had ten thousand men,

He marched them up to the top of the
And he marched them down again.
hill,
And when they were up, they were up,

And when they were down, they were down,
But when they were only halfway up,
They were neither up nor down.
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MELODY TRAILS,
INC.,
New
York, N. Y
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Pretty little wife with a big plantation.

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Hey, pretty
Hey, pretty
Hey, pretty
Hey!
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little
little
little
Black-eyed Susie,
Black-eyed Susie,
Black-eyed Susie,
I need to make me happy

Are two little boys to call me pappy.
All
[Refrain]
Love my
Love my
wife,
love my baby,
biscuit sopped in gravy.
[Refrain]
Susie and the boys went huckleberry

picking,
Boys
got
sassy and Susie got a licking.
[Refrain]
10
5
Black-eyed Susie, 'cross the river,

got my heart and part of my liver.
Has
Some got drunk and some got boozy,

I went home with Black-eyed Susie.
[Refrain]
[Refrain]
11 Danced
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bone.
have a man.
[Refrain]
Black-eyed Susie is a sunburnt daisy,

If
with a hole in my hand
for a girl that didn't
[Refrain]
12
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all night
Looking
Black-eyed Susie's about half-grown,

She jumps on the boys like a dog on a
don't get her,
I'll
Big dog bark and little one bite you,

Big girl court and little one slight you.
go crazy.
[Refrain]
[Refrain]
13
asked her to be my wife,

And she came at me with a kitchen knife.
Jump
Jump
up, kitty puss,
jump up higher,
on fire.
up, puss, your tail's
[Refrain]
copyright 1961 by
that road, 'bout a mile and a
quarter,
Some
old man's gonna lose his daughter.

[Refrain]
[Refrain]
Down
MELODY TRAILS,
14 Tell that Susie she'd better get away,

Listen, honey, it's almost day.
[/terrain]
INC.,
New
York, N. Y
31
Sairy
Ann
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Sairy Ann is the girl I love,

She's the sweetest ever seen;
stairway style,
My
Her torso measures four feet square,

She is my lissome queen;
She flails her kneecaps all about
When her elbows come untied;
Her shoulders are built in the
Refrain:
To my row, row, row, to my row,

By the light of the silvery moon,
To my row, row, row, to my row,
By the light of the silvery moon.
row, row
so soon,
row, row
There's a mildew scent about her head,

Her face is close to her nose;
She has a silk and watery skin,
And
feet attached to her toes;
She sports no waist around her

No fingers on her rings;
Her voice
is barely forty power,
And her age

She
belt,
so gaily sings.
[Refrain]
is freckled in her center eye,
And her other
is dark green;
Her ears are shaped for rainy days,

With little space between;
She's a permanented blonde, with straight
black hair,
Her bulbular legs make bows;

She has scorching lashes of such pale pink,
[Refrain]
And a humpty-dumpty nose.
You
will
know her by her two
front teeth
Of pearly white that're out;

Her profile looks like a coffee pot,
Her chin could be the spout;
She wears a knitted petticoat,
And a frown on her upper brow;
Oh, fare you well, my Sairy Ann,
[Refrain]
I'm going to leave you now.
32
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MELODY TRAILS,
INC.,
New
York, N. Y.
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Pop Goes The Weasel
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All around the cobbler's bench
The monkey chased the weasel.

The monkey thought 'twas all in
Pop goes the weasel.
fun:
Refrain:
A penny
A penny
for a
spool of thread,
for a needle,
That's where all the money

2
goes:
on, my two black sheep,

her eggs are fast asleep,
But into her nest now, who should creep:
Pop goes the weasel. [Refrain]
When night comes
My hen and
So form two lines as straight as a string

Dance in and out and three in a ring,
Dive under like a duck, and sing:
The world and
all
the rest of mankind
combine
Where old and young and ourselves are
Will ever in this step
Of
all
jined:
the dances that ever were planned
To galvanize
the heel and hand,

There's none that moves so gay and grand:
6
Now
Billy used to shake with fear

For speaking out to his only dear,
But, now he's dancing,

in her ear:
[Refrain]
have no time to fiddle or sigh,

have no time to wheedle,
So kiss me quickly, or else goodbye:
I
copyright 1961 by
MELODY
TRAILS, INC.,
New
YorK, N. Y.
33
Dixieland
New Words and New Music Arrangement by NORMAN CA7.DEN

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Away down South, in the land of cotton,

We sang this song, and it's half forgotten,
We did, next week, Now, why don't
you believe me?
The reason why
it's
hard to sing,
We've had no chestnuts since last spring,

Look-away, Let's agree She won't?
Now, why does she?
We'll never come back from Mobile,
She said we're ahead,
We've just come back from Mobile,
And we don't care for any more coffee,
It's a dry July, and Linda sells the feathers,
It's a dry July, and Linda sells the feathers.
used to live down on the farm,
And one cold night, when the sun was warm,
I swiped some cheese: Take your
front paws off the table!
The farmer chased me, the floor was damp
And he was seized by a painful cramp
I
In his necktie, in his eyebrow, so
why live in the stable?

come back from walking
I've just
On
I
a bicycle in a dither,
don't enjoy
And
much walking
dare not try to set down,

Hurree! Hurrah! She's quite a good
sharpshootstress,
Hurree! Hurrah! She's quite a good
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sharpshootstress.
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New
York, N. Y.
like to set down by the brook

And take my line from off the hook
And fish for clambakes, for fun, or
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vagrant sausages,
And whenever I see the sign reads

No fishing when no fish are here,
clear,
I dive twice more for fleas or other hossages,

I'm the very boldest huntress,
How
near,
my
dear,
sometimes dig for mugwumps

When the semaphores are itchy:
tiger! Are you dressed? Just
I
me what's the difference?

Are you dressed? Just
tell me what's the difference?
tell
tiger!
once went
To
aloft in a stray balloon
some greenery from the moon,

But the moon wasn't full, would you
trim
rather
it
was
foolisher?
Now
wouldn't you guess I'd had a drop?

I fell, kerplop, in a barbershop,
Got a close shave and a pedicure,
that's all I care to tell you.
I'd like to see more of you
Last night, that light,

You can tell me which way not to go,
Just give me the wrong directions
And weep, my child: it was made in
old Kentucky,
And weep, my child: it was made in
old Kentucky.
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capital ship for an ocean trip
Was the "Walloping Window Blind."

No wind that blew dismayed her
Or troubled the captain's mind.
The man at the wheel was made
for the
Though
often appeared,
it
^pip
The
captain sat on the commodore's

hat
he dined in a royal way
toasted pigs, and pickles, and
as such,
wildest blow-i-oh,
when the
For the diet he served the crew-i-
yew
Was
number of tons of hot-cross

buns
Basted round with sugar and glue.
Refrain:
So blow ye winds, hi-oh,

A- sailing I will go;
I'll stay no more on England's
shore,
let the
jj
figs,
gale had cleared,

That he'd been in his bunk below.
So
And gunnery bread each day.

The cook was Dutch, and behaved
to
feel
Contempt
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On
crew,
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music play-i-ay;
I'm off on the morning train

To cross the raging main:
I'm off to my love with a boxing

glove
Ten thousand miles away.
[Refrain]
We soon fell ill, as mariners will

On a diet so rare and rude.
We shivered and shook as we dipped
the cook
gloomeous food.
But nautical pride we laid aside
In a tub of his
When we
On
ran our ship ashore-i-yore

the Gulliby Isles, where the
Poopoo smiles
The bos'n's mate was
very sedate,
And
Yet fond of amusement, too.

He played Hop- Scotch with the
the rubbidy ubdugs roar.

[Refrain]
starboard watch,
While the bos'n tickled the crew.
The gunner we had was apparently
mad,
For he sat on the after ray- i- ail
And fired salutes with the captain's
boots
In the teeth of a
boomly gale.
[Refrain]
36
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MELODY TRAILS,
INC.,
New
York, N. Y.
Composed
of sand
land,
was
On rugbug
that fabled
dawn
till
We dined, till we all had grown

Uncommonly shrunk, when a Chinese
All trimmed with cinnamon straws,
And so pink
bark, from
dark,
the hue in a close-up
view
junk
up from the Torriby Zone.
She was chubby and square, but
we didn't much care
Came
Of the twinkletoe teasel's claws.
We sat on the edge of a sandy ledge

And shot at the whistling bee-i-yee,
As we
While the ring-tailed bats wore

waterproof hats
As they bathed in the shining sea.
cheerfully put to sea-i-yee;
But half the crew stayed behind,
to
chew
On
[Refrain]
the roots of the rugbug tree.

[Refrain]
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Take a Mary linkum feedle;
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She can't climb like she used to climb,

a Sary dinkum wheedle;
So there she sits, just pitching stones
Across the running water.
Take
Refrain:
With a Mary, Sary, a diddle and a bink

With a jary fiddle-um tweedle.
My Madeline, she had a dream,

Take a Mary linkum feedle;
She dreamed she sat up
in a tree,
Take a Sary dinkum wheedle,

And there she ate a musharoom
As large as any pumpkin. [Refrain]
My Madeline looks like a crane,

Take a Mary linkum feedle,
Her hair so long and straggerly,
Take a Sary dinkum wheedle;
She says it's incon different,
As
it
only hides her earrings.
[Refrain]
The rain makes all things beautiful,

Take a Mary linkum feedle,
The flowers and the grasses too,
Take a Sary dinkum wheedle;
If the rain makes all things beautiful,
Why won't
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it
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York, N. Y.
[Refrain]
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Old Joe Clarke
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But now I live i>n town;
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I'm staying at the big hotel,
Come
a-courtin' Betsy Brown.
Refrain:
Fare thee well, Old Joe Clark,

Fare thee well and gone;
Fare thee well, Old Joe Clark,
Goodbye, Betsy Brown.
2
Old Joe Clark, he had a house,
Was fifteen storeys high,

And every room was in that house
Was full of chicken pie. [Refrain]
Old Joe Clark had a yellow cat,
Could neither sing nor pray;
She stuck her head in the buttermilk jug
And washed her
sins away.
[Refrain]
Old Joe Clark, he had a mule

That he rode into town,
And every tooth in that mule's head

Was sixteen inches 'round. [Refrain]
5
Old Joe Clark, he had a cow

As never had been born;
It takes a jaybird most of a week
To
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fly from
[Refrain]
horn to horn.
went down to Old Joe Clark

And found him eating supper;
I stubbed my toe on the table leg
And stuck my nose in the butter.
I
I
I
[Refrain]
went down to Old Joe Clark,

found him sick in bed;
rammed my finger down his throat

And pulled out a turkey head. [Refrain]
8
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went down to Old Joe Clark,

But Old Joe wasn't in;
I set right down on the red hot stove
And
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[Re/rain]
got right up again.
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never did like Old Joe Clark,

Don't think I ever shall;
I never did like Old Joe Clark,
I
always liked his
wish
[Refrain]
gal.
had a candy box
To keep my sweetheart
in;
and kiss her twice,

And put her back again. [Refrain]
I'd take her out
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The higher up the cherry tree,

The riper grows the berry;
The more you hug and kiss the girls,
The sooner they will marry. [Refrain]
The Beeier

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Did you ever see a pinkin',
beezer, a beezer,
Did you ever see a pinkin'?

I'll tell you what to do:
Just never stop a-winkin',
Did you ever see a doozer,
Did you ever see a lassie,
doozer, a doozer,
Did you ever see a doozer?
I'll tell
you what
to do:
Just never be a loser,

But choose 'er, confuse 'er,
Just never stop to amuse 'er
Whenever she calls on you!
So wake up, boys,
Now don't you hear my noise?
There's nothing like a doozer
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pinkin', a pinkin',
Did you ever see a beezer?

Just never stop to please 'er,
Or ease 'er, or tease 'er,
Just never stop to squeeze 'er
So wake up, boys,
There's nothing like a beezer
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A-blinkin', a-drinkin',
And never stop
a-thinkin'

So wake up, boys,
There's nothing like a pinkin'
lassie, a lassie,
Did you ever see a lassie?

Don't let her get too classy,
Or brassy, or glassy,
Just entertain your lassie
So wake up, boys,
There's nothing like a lassie
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Frisky
Jim

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Hug that girl whenever I can,

And when we kiss, she calls me sweet,
*But Jimmy, don't be indiscreet!
Refrain:
Run along now,
don't
come nigh me,
I'm high as a kite, you'll have to fly me,
Can't keep still:

Frisky Jim, just taking it easy,
Frisky Jim, just making it breezy,
Call me Frisky Jim.
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When that tune begins to ring,

Makes me want to dance and sing:
Skip to the side and land on my feet,
[Refrain]
You ought
When she holds me tight, I feel so queer,

Sets me dancing on my ear,
Till I ask her, won't she share my seat?
*Now Jimmy, don't be indiscreet! [Refrain]
You ought to see my honey smile,

Can't get hold of myself for a while,
Bound to swing her off her feet:
[Refrain]
I'm Frisky Jim and a nice young man,

Marry that girl as soon as I can,
If she says yes, I'll call her dear,
And Lordy, won't I curl her hair! [Refrain]
to hear my honey laugh,

Turn her under time and a half,
Squeeze her 'round in a curve so neat,
[Refrain]
*Spoken line
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Blow The Wind Southerly

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Blow
the wind southerly,

Steady we go.
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come the herrings,

A-wagging their tails,
They man sheets and halyards
And loose all the sails. [Refrain]
Then comes the mackerel,
[Refrain]
Along comes the codfish
Then out comes the
flounder,
flat
Up comes the
swordfish,
So proud of his teeth,

Climbs on to the foreyard
And takes a snug reef. [Refrain]
With his striped back,

flops on the bridge
"Board the main tack!"
[Re/rain]
4 Next comes the sprat,

He's the smallest of all,
Then up jumps the fisherman,

Stalwart and grim,
He casts his big net out
He pipes out, "Haul taut, boys,

Now let go and haul! " [Refrain]
MELODY TRAILS,
puffing
as the ground,
Says, "Look about, chucklehead,
Mind where you sound!" [Refrain]
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The whalefish comes,
As
First
yells,
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And looks out ahead,

Then goes to the main chains
To heave out the lead. [Refrain]
Southerly, southerly,
And
"I'm king of the seas,

If you want any wind,
Why, I'll blow you a breeze."
to
Then blow the wind southerly,
He
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And I will sing to you
A song of the sea.
Listen
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And scoops them
all in.
[Refrain]
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Courting Susan Jane

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Oh, Clotilda,
My heart you bewilda,
The hardest work I ever did
Was courting Susan Jane
Oh, Susan,
You're so confusin',
Was courting Susan Jane.
went to see my Susan,

She met me at the door,
She told me that I needn't come
To see her any more.
Oh, Judy,
You are so moody,
You seem so cosy,

One day I went a-courting

A girl as dear as my life,
When Susan Jane passed by and
Tell me, how is your wife?
said,
Oh, Hannah,
I don't like your mannah,
Oh, Nancy,
You're just my fancy,
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wish I was a bunch of grapes

A-hanging on a vine,
And every time that Susan passed,
She'd say, this bunch is mine.
Oh, Josie,
on the head.
Are the lips around her mouth.

Oh, Molly,
Why be so melancholy?
The hardest work I ever. did
Was courting Susan Jane
me,
You drive me crazy,

Picked up a chunk of firewood
My Susan is a charmer,
She was raised away down South,
And the prettiest features on her face
at
Oh, Daisy,
me
had a sweetheart,
on a shelf,
And every time she smiled
asked my Susan for a kiss,

And what do you think she did?
hit
I'd climb up there myself.
And
wish
I'd set her
went to see my Susan,

She wrung her hands and cried,
She said I was the ugliest thing
That ever lived or died.
Oh, Mary,
You're so contrary,
I
took her down to Broadway,

The neighbors, they did stare,
I meant to kiss my Susan,
Jane.
go a-courting,
my Susan
I go a-fishing,
take my hook and line,
But when
Oh, when
I
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There's snow up on the mountain,

There's sunshine on the lake,
I'll never catch that Susan Jane,
'Cause I'm too wide awake.
Oh, Emma,
You've set me a dilemma,
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Blood
On The Saddle

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There was blood on the saddle,

There was blood all around,
And a great big puddle

Of blood on the ground.
2 Oh, pity the cowboy,
All bloody and red,
For his bronco fell on him
And bashed in his head.
Our brave
friend, the
cowboy,
Will go riding no more,
For his head now is nothing

But a big blob of gore.
4
He once had a sweetheart,

He loved her so well,
And now she
On
5
is grieving
the spot where he
fell.
He had asked her to marry,

One fine night in June,
But now she is somewhat
Distracted with gloom.
There was blood on the saddle,

There was blood all around,
And a great big puddle

Of blood on the ground.
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The Lofty Giant
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Oh, when I was a little boy, about four inches high,

went onto Mount Washington to see what I could spy,
was there I met a lofty giant, head was to the sky;

And any of you, if you'd been there, would've seen as well as
It
I.
Refrain [rwice]
Doddy dinktum, dolly, dolly dinktum a loddy,
Doddy dinktum, a dolly, dolly dinktum, a day.
2
He
I
bantered
me
to wrastle, to
pushed aside his playthings
Then I took
And I gave
hop a
fight, or run;
till we were done,

the naper of his neck, I twirled his heels around,
a heave with all my might, and slung him out of town.
to wait
The people in that city, for the honor I had done,

They gave me gold and silver notes, about four thousand pound,
So I whittled me a little box, about four acres square,
And I filled it with my money, which I had won so fair. [Refrain]
Now when
I left Mount Washington, I traveled on an ox,

While into my vest pocket I carried my little box.
I put up to a tavern, and lay down on the floor,
For they would not

5
[Refrain]
trust
me
to a bed,
because
was
so poor.
[Refrain]
And then I bought a little bull, about six inches high,

And whenever he would bellow, it made the people cry,
But if they stopped to stare at him, he roared out such a sound
That all the walls in Boston came tumbling to the ground.
[Refrain]
And then I bought a flock of sheep, the most of them were wethers,
And some will yield me fine wool, and some will yield me feathers,
And they are handsome, grateful sheep, all ready to increase,
For every
full
and change of moon, they bear nine lambs apiece.
[Refrain]
And
I
then I bought a little dog, its color honey brown,

taught him for to dance and sing, and even how to run;
His legs were fourteen meters long, his ears were two feet wide,
[Refrain]
'round the world in half a day upon my dog I ride.
And
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And
at last
bought a
little
hen,
all
speckled on her ear,
me out a hare,
The hare grew up a milk-white steed, full forty handfuls high;
And if anyone tells a bigger tale, take care he doesn't lie. [Refrain]
I
set her on an oyster shell, she hatched
Brown
Hello, Susie

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put him in a stable,
Put him in a stable and he jumped

through the crack,
Why, hello, Susie Brown.
Refrain:
Chicken on the fencepost can't

dance, Josie,

get around,

dance, Josie,
Hello, Susie Brown.
2
One
One
these days before very long,

days I'll tumble,
Grab that girl and home I'll run;
Why, hello, Susie Brown. [Refrain]
of
of these
When we
The
fish,
we
fish in a pail,
pail is in the ocean,

is the man
the whale;
For Jonah
who swallowed
Why, hello, Susie Brown.
[Refrain]
4 Coffee grows on white oak trees,

The river flows with brandy,
Choose the one that you love best,
As sweet as sugar candy. [Refrain]
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History
Of The World

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Though according to the contract it should' ve been the eleventh,
But the carpenters were out on strike, the masons wouldn't work,
So the scabs dug a hole, and they filled it up with dirt.
When they finished with the firmament, they started on the sky,
And they hung it out overhead and left it there to dry;
They studded it with stars made out of pretty damsel's eyes
For to give us a little light when the moon forgot to rise.
Then they salted down the ocean, and in it they put a whale,
On the land they made a raccoon with a ring around his tale;
Then all the other animals were finished, one by one,
They were stuck against a fence to dry as soon as they were done.
Now Adam was the

He lived all alone,
first
man
was invented,
was contented;
that ever
so he hardly
They made him out of clay and stuff, and thought he could get
For that's the way they scraped along in all the days gone by.
5
Once Noah built his ark, and he filled

And he advertised for animals to book
Now
the elephant
came
But Oh no, said he,
it
last,
took
it
by,
up with sassage,
a cabin passage;
and Noah thought he must be drunk,

all this time to pack my trunk.
me
6 Then the wind began to blow and the rain began to fall,
And the water soon came up so high, it drowned the people all;
Then it rained for forty days and nights exactly, by the counting,
Till it landed Noah's ark upon the Allegheny Mountains.
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Handy Andy
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My very first job, I remember
I was sent to the post office,
it
yet,
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clerk;
went out to deliver
Though
bottles,
it
for a
came by,
kept my eye on
it
while
it
away.
was reading the paper in

subway last night,
It didn't make sense when
the
held
it
upright,
it upsy-versy; a feller
asked, "Why?"
"Maybe you think it's easy to read
So
from the
you know!"
tried
this
One morning there
you'll get a
why
slow?"
are you so
"It takes time to pour
me
stranger
for a dairy
the milk in the wagon;
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never
nearby.
"Put
it,
But he never paid me,
he drove
I
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dollar for pay."
looked him in the eye:

"That's none of your business, you
nosy!" says I.
Handy Andy they called me,

knew why;
his Cadillac near
one day;
"Keep an eye on
letters to get.
"What name?" said the
A man parked
way," says
I.
lay about two
feet of snow;
Says my foreman, "Just clear off
now."
snow plow and
the pavement for

I
rigged up the
cleared
it
complete,
Put the snow and the pavement
all
out in the street.
Said the checker,
when
worked
for
an express shipping line,

"Hitch your cab to the trailer that's
setting out behind."
When
saw him next day, he

seemed down in the mouth:
"You have the trailer heading north,
I
and the cab facing south!"
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The Red Herring

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spied a red herring, just forty
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herring's scales?
Stretch 'em, and patch 'em, and
feet long;
Forty feet long and near
fifty feet
round:
The
"
best red herring that ever
found.
whip 'em with flails;

Whip 'em, and bag 'em, and stuff
them with quails:
Don't you think we did well with
the red herring's scales?
[Refrain]
Refrain:
In a rozz the bozz, go rosin
the bolliwog,
Rozz the bozzin
to
Wendover
Inn;
Tumble, rumble,
fly
away,
polliwog,
Shilly pap poodle, a dole on
the pin.
2

herring's fins?
Flip 'em, and flap 'em, and roll
them
all in;
Roll them all in as the story begins:

the red herring's fins?
[Refrain]

herring's heart?
Fold
it,
and mold
it,
a wheel for
the cart;
Wheel

herring's eyes?
Forty-eight puddings and fifty-eight
for the cart,
and the story
will start:
we did well with

the red herring's heart?
Don't you think
[Refrain]
pies,
Mustard and custard and a cherry

surprise:
Don't you think
we
did well with
the red herring's eyes?

[Refrain]

herring's nose?
Hitch it and stitch it to wear on
our clothes;
Wear on our clothes when we stand

on our toes:
the red herring's nose?
[Refrain]
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herring's tail?
The
Halico, calico, topgallant sail;

Topgallant sail and a net for a
whale:
the red herring's tail?
herring's feet?
very best pickles you ever did
eat;
Pickles, and ladders, and roses so

sweet:
the red herring's feet?
[Refrain]
[Refrain]
Buckeye Jim

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Away up yonder, above the sky,

A bluebird lives in a jaybird's eye.
[Refrain]:
Buckeye Jim, you can't go,

Go weave and spin, you can't
Buckeye Jim.
go,
And away up yonder, above the moon,

An eagle nests in a silver spoon. [Refrain]
Away down yonder in a hollow

A redbird danced with a green
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[Refrain]
And away down yonder, and a long ways off,

An old woman died of the whoopin' cough. [Refrain]
Away
I
log
bullfrog.
over yonder, across the sea,

courted a girl, but she wouldn't have me.
[Refrain]
And away down yonder, and through the wood,

An old beaver said, he hadn't thought she should.
MELODY TRAILS,
INC.,
New
York, N. Y.
[Refrain]
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Captain Jinks
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I'm Captain Jinks of the Horse Marines,

I often live beyond my means,
court young ladies in their teens,
For I'm the pride of the army.
teach the ladies how to dance,

to dance, how to dance,
I teach the ladies how to dance
With an officer of the army.
How
Refrain:
Horse Marines,
feed my horse good corn and beans;
Of course it's quite beyond my means,
I'm Captain Jinks of the
But I'm the pride of the army.

I
joined
my corps when twenty-one;
At the time
I thought it capital fun;

an enemy came, then off I'd run,
For I wasn't cut out for the army.
If
When I left home, mamma, she cried,

Mamma, she cried, mamma, she cried,
When I left home, mamma, she cried,
"He's not cut out for the army! " [Refrain]
The first day I went out to drill,

The bugle calls made me quite ill;
At the balance step my hat soon fell,
Which hardly
The
will do in the army.
officers, they all did shout,
All did shout, they all did shout,
The
officers, they all did shout,
"That's not the style
in the
army!"
[Refrain]
But when I strut in officer's pink,

It makes an impressive front, I think,
So I swagger along while my buttons clink:
It's the style we promote in the army.
On
active service
daily go
Around Times Square to make a show,

Where the smiles I get from the girls, you know,
Are a tribute to the army. [Refrain]
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If
The
promenade just half
a mile,
simper and smile,

While civilians grumble and call my style
Unfair, but they don't alarm me.
For my success they'd give their ears
girls surround me,
When I stroll off with their favorite dears;

Confounded cheek to them appears
The advantage
of the army.
[Refrain]
At shows or parties, or driving about,

I
always shut civilians
out,
And it's half my fun to hear them shout

As if they'd like to harm me,
While upon the light fantastic toe
With the belle of the room I trip it so,
And she can't resist, she can't, you know,
It's the
way we have
in the army.
The points on a horse

know a seegar and a
[Refrain]
can divine,
taste of wine,
But the girls are the study in which I shine,

Their variety does charm me.
They may give trouble, those cute little tricks,
Get jealous or cross, but they cannot vex:
When I'm transferred, I'll still adore the sex,
It's a
weakness we have
in the army.
[Refrain]
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Gome Farm

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We're stopping at the game farm,

looks just like a zoo
Where the animiles are dressed in smiles
That are notjneant for you.
It
Refrain:
So pay your dollar
fifty
When the billboards are so nifty;

You will learn so much about a touch
At the game farm on the road.
2
The whale is made of

As tasty as you could
stuffing
wish,
Filled with pickled bats and alley cats
And other kinds

3
That bird's an
[Refrain]
of fish.
alligrator,
She's just about to crow

While a dozen sphinx and rabbity minx
Are standing in a row. [Refrain]
4 The kangaroo is
You can tell him
Yonder hippopot
But you ought to
5
The
diving,
by his hump,
would rather not,
[Refrain]
see him jump!
lion calf is purring
At the billy goat wrapped in pink,

While the calomimes and crocodimes
[Refrain]
Are sharing a bottle of ink.
6
That furry clam -is an oozley,

Behind him sits his aunt,
And the bird with the fan

Across from the pelican 't.
7
is a pelican,
[Refrain]
The donkey
in the corner
With the tiger stripe on his arm
Comes all the way from Assyriay
Where his father owns a
farm.
[Refrain]
8 That tortoise trots at a speed

Not equalled by the horse,
the parrots all can talk in pol[Refrain]

Lysyllables, of course.
And
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York, N. Y.
The Rhinossorheeaguss
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wish
wish
wish
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wish
wish
wish
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eat up all the lily pads
in the suburbs, Hallelujah,
And could
eat up
all
the lily pads
in the suburbs.
And could wear an ivory toothpick

in my nose, Hallelujah,
And could wear an ivory toothpick
in my nose.
I
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were a hip-po-dot-ty-muss,
And could
guss,
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[3 times]
guss,
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guss,
I
were a
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dil-ly-bil-ly roach,
times]
And could wander around
And
were an el-phan-tie-a-guss,
And could pick up footballs when

my nostrils twitched,
wish
in
these
old musty pipes, Hallelujah,

could wander around in these
old musty pipes.
wish
were a bee-tle-ol-ly bug,
[3 times]
And could buzz and
Hallelujah,
And could pick up footballs when

my nostrils twitched.
butt
my head
right through the screen,
Hallelujah,
And could buzz and
butt
my head
right through the screen.
wish
were a ka-ty-did-n't-did,
[3 times]
And could play
the fiddle with my

hind limb, Hallelujah,
And could play the fiddle with my
left hind limb.
left
wish
were a hedg-er-hop-perguss, [3 times ]
And could spend my days a-chewing

peanut butter, Hallelujah,
And could spend my days a-chewing

peanut butter.
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TRAILS, INC.,
New
York, N. Y.
53
Looky There
Now
New Words and
NORMAN CAZOEN
Ne\v Music Arrangement by

G
Once we rode
out a-hunting, the

we did find
Again we went a-hunting, the next
first thing
Was
a chestnut burr
and that we
thing
upon the grass,
left
Was
we
behind,
Looky there now.

One said it was a chestnut
burr,

thing
Was
we
we
saw
Looky
6
Looky there now.

One said it was a
saw
it
was
behind,
saw
moon up in the sky, and

that we left behind,
the
7.
it
was
Yankee cheese with
Was
we
donkey
that
we
roadside, and
behind,
at the
Looky there now.

One said it was a donkey, the
I
saw
other did say nay,

it was an elephant with his
54
did find
and that we left behind,

Looky there now.
One said it was a sailing ship, the
I
saw
8 Again
Was
other did say nay,

was a washtub with the
clothes hung out to dry,
it
we went a-hunting,
thing we did find
a basketball
down
and that we
Looky there now.
One
I
left
the next
in the ditch,
behind,
it was a basketball, the

other did say nay,
said
saw
trunk turned away,
Looky there now.
we
a sailing ship close on the shore,
did find
left
other did say nay,

was a moose with its
Looky there now.

thing
and that
behind,
it
thing
Was
one half cut away,
Looky there now.

4
left
other did say nay,
saw
did find
antlers gone astray,
did find
Looky there now.

One said it was the moon, but the
I
we
in the field,
Looky there now.
Was
a canary with its
Looky there now.

One said it was a horse, but the
barn, but the
a meeting house with
we
was
we
the steeple blown away,
thing
frog, but the
feathers plucked away,

there now.
thing
Looky there now.

3
it
Was a horse
other did say nay,

I
behind,
did find
left
left
other did say nay,
a barn up on a hillside, and

that
did find
Looky there now.

One said it was a
the other did say nay,

I saw it was a pin-cushion with
the pins the wrong way,
Looky there now.
2
we
a frog in the pond, and that
it
was
a turtle with its
flippers tucked away,
Looky there now.
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INC.,
New
York, N. Y.
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we did find
monkey in the woods, and
that we left behind,
thing
Was
Was
thing we did find

a juke box up on cart wheels,
and that we
saw
it
behind,
other did say nay,

was a limousine a- rolling
other did say nay,

I
left
Looky there now.

One said it was a juke box, the
Looky there now.

One said it was a monkey, the
was your nephew, and his
saw
it
down Broadway,
Looky there now.
hair is turning gray,
Looky there now.

10
thing
Was
we
did find
a junior politician, and that
we
left
behind,
Looky there now.

One said he was a
junior, the
other did say nay,
was a jackass that had

never learned to bray,
Looky there now.
I
saw
it
The Long Tail Blue

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There were four and twenty men,

Just four and twenty men,
There were four and twenty great big men
Went rolling 'round the Bowling Green,
Go steady on the long tail blue.
monk and the chimp did fight,

They fit all day and night,
And in the morning the chimp was seen
A-dragging that monk 'round Bowling Green,
Well, the
Oh, to breathe that morning air

That's played upon the flute,
I dressed myself so neat and clean
To meet my Johnny on Bowling Green,
Heading south on
They are singing
that rocky road

at the door:
Oh, never put off till yesterday

What you can do the day before,
So
set
set
And
set
my
my
my
table high,
table low,
table in the middle of the floor
eat sheep shanks and say no more,
Go steady on
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the long tail blue.

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Clementine
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In a cavern in a canyon,
Excavating for a mine,

Lived a miner, 'forty-niner,
And
his daughter, Clementine.
Refrain:
Oh, my darling, oh, my darling,

Oh, my darling Clementine,
You are lost and gone forever,
Dreadful sorry, Clementine.
2
Light she was, just like a feather,

And her shoes were number nine:
Herring boxes without topses
Sandals were for Clementine. [Refrain]
Once
the wind was blowing fiercely,

took her down some cherry wine,
Just to hear the flute-like warbling
Of my sunflower, Clementine. [Refrain]
Saw
To
her ducklings near the water,
drive them back she did incline,
Stubbed her toe upon a

Plunged into the foamy
splinter,
brine.
[Refrain]
Luscious lips above the water

Blowing bubbles soft and fine,
But alas! I was no swimmer,
Tried a piece of Digby pine.
[Refrain]
Called the Boy Scouts to the rescue

With a hefty length of twine,
Couldn't reach her under water:
So I lost my Clementine. [Refrain]
In a graveyard near the canyon

Where a myrtle doth entwine
There grow rosies and other posies
Fertilized by Clementine.
8
And the miner,
[Refrain]
'forty-niner,
Soon began to peak and pine,

Felt he oughter jine his daughter,
Now
56
he's with
my Clementine.
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[Refrain]
MELODY
TRAILS, INC.,
New
York, N. Y.
In
As
my dreams she
still
does haunt me
a ghostess soaked in brine;
But though in life I used to hug her,

she's dead, I draw the line.
[Refrain]
Now
10
All you rascals, take this warning,
Don't give your sweetheart too much wine,

Or, like as not, in this wet weather,
She'll share the fate of Clementine.
11
Simple
Little
How
How
missed her, how I missed

missed my Clementine,
kissed her little sister
Till
And
forgot
my Clementine.
Nancy Brown
[Refrain]
her,
[Refrain]

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Nancy's sister from 'cross the way,

She fainted in her bath one day;
Nancy didn't know what to do,
But how do you think she brought her to?
La
tidelee idelee-um,
Tidelee idelee idelee-um,
La
tidelee idelee-um,
She slapped her on the ankle.

Polly Brown went out to skate,
Never thinking she ought to wait,
She struck the ice and flew so high,
When she came down again, oh my!
La tidelee idelee-um,
Polly had a cracker.
Nancy went to dance one night

And twirled around with all her might,
She rolled her best coquettish eye,
But when she tried to kick too high,
La
tidelee idelee-um,

She fell and broke her contract.
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Leaning
On
The
Lamb

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Here we
sit like birds in the wilderness,

Birds in the wilderness, birds in the wilderness;
Here we sit like birds in the wilderness,
Leaning on the Lamb.
Refrain
Rip, slap, standing up again,
With a high jing jing, with a ho jing jing;
Rip, slap, standing up again,
Just leaning on the Lamb.
:
Here we sit and flap our wingserin,

Flap our wingserin, flap our wingserin;
Here we sit and flap our wingserin,
Leaning on the Lamb. [Refrain]
Here we
sit
and brush off the flieserin, [ere]
we
sit
and wiggle our finserin, [ere]
Here we
sit
and shake off the leaveserin, [ere]
4 Here
5
6 Here
58
we
sit like birds in the
wilderness, [ere]
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York, N. Y.
The
Little
Red Hen
by
NORMAN CAZDEN
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Said the big fat rooster to the little

red hen,
You haven't
laid an egg since the

Lord knows when,
Said the little red hen to the big fat
rooster,
You haven't been around as
often
as you useter.
Said the big fat rooster to the
little
red hen,
I'll
meet you
in the barn at half
past ten,
So they diddled and they dawdled

till they reached the barn,
And they did as they useter since
the Lord knows when.
Oh,
So
Refrain
Turkey
in the straw, turkey in
had a little chicken, and she

wouldn't lay an egg,
poured hot water up and down
her leg.
Didn't the little chicken cry and the
the hay,
little
Just dance all the night and

sing all the day,
But that
We'll roll 'em up and twist 'em
Oh,
And
up a high tuckahaw,
we'll strike 'em up a tune
called Turkey in the Straw.
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York, N. Y
chicken beg!
chicken laid a hard-
little
boiled egg.
I
had a red hen, and she had a
wooden
leg,
Just the best old hen that ever laid

an egg;
Why, she laid more eggs than any
hen on the farm,
And another wooden leg wooden do
her any harm.
[Refrain]
59
Barney

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NORMAN CAZDEN
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Barney, leave the girls alone,

don't you leave the girls alone?
Now be quiet and sit down,
Why
We'll all have tea.

2
Dolly, set the table out,
Why
don't you set the table out?

Set the places all about,
We'll all have tea.
3
Put the muffins in to roast,

Why don't you put them in to roast?
Plug the cord in, make some toast,
We'll all have tea.
4 Judy, warm the ginger cake,
Why don't you warm the ginger cake?
Baste the pan and

We'll all have tea.
5
let it bake,
Slice the bread and butter fine,
Why
don't you slice the butter fine?

Slice enough for eight or nine,
We'll all have tea.

6
Pass around the pumpkin pie,

Why don't you pass the pumpkin
And the fritters made of rye?
pie
We'll all have tea.

7
Barney, leave the girls alone,

Why can't you leave the girls alone?
Now be quiet, do sit down,
We'll all have tea.
Polly, put the kettle on,

Why don't you put the kettle on?
Polly, put the kettle on,
We'll all have tea.
60
Sukey, take it off again,

Why don't you take it off again?
Never know what ails the men,
For Barney's gone away.
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York, N. Y.
Bos'n John
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aches and pains,
When he said goodbye to the cheering crowd
And dashed out all his brains.
But as soon as he found his brains were gone,
So wisely he agreed
To be put on the ticket for Congressman,
Where brains he wouldn't need.
It
He was
in the dark
full of
Retrain:
Bos'n John, and are you gone away,

are you there?
Bos'n John, and are you gone away,
For I've begun to care.
Oh Johnny,
Once
a tomcat sat on our backyard fence,
all covered with blisters,

His head went under, his teeth went over,
The wind blew through his whiskers.
Now Willie has a purple monkey
A-climbing on a stick,
But when he eats off all the paint
He might be deathly sick. [Refrain]
With his feet
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Hey
Hum Diddle Um Day

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Chickens a-crowing on Sourwood Mountain,

Hey hum, diddle-um day,
So many pretty girls, I can't count 'em,
Hey hum, diddle-um day.
My true love lives 'cross the river,

Hop and a skip and I'll be with her,
My girl's waiting at the head of the holler,

She won't come and I won't call her,
My true love is a sunburnt

daisy,
She won't court and I'm too lazy,

5
My true love is a blue-eyed dandy,

A kiss from her is sweeter than candy,
Big dog bark and
little
dog bite you,

Big
girl court
and
little girl slight
Hey hum, diddle-um
62
copyright 1961 by
you,
day.
'Round the stump with my sugarlump chasing,

Come on, honey, our time's a-wasting,
Geese in the bog and ducks in the ocean,

Devil's in the girls when they get a notion,
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TRAILS, INC.,
New
York, N. Y
Midnight
On The Ocean

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was midnight on the ocean,
Not a
trolley car in sight,
And the sun was shining
As
brightly
day that night.

Now some people dive down deep
To play among the flowers
While the sprightly pigs and sportive cows
Leap lightly through the bowers.
it
rained
all
Refrain
Wait for
Wait for
Wait for
And
[fwice]
the wagon,
the wagon,
the wagon,
we'll all take a ride.
tormy night, the rising
Was
And
setting in the west,

all
the fishes in the tree
Were cuddled
in their nests.
The barefoot
girl
Came
down the
rolling
took off her boots,

street;
Her pants were filled with pockets

And her shoes were filled with feet.
The boy stood on
the burning deck,
His baggage checked for Troy;

The ship went down, his cap flew
His name was my only joy.
So I spent the fifty dollars
To have a new bridge made
Across the Atlantic Ocean
off,
So the fish could swim in the shade.
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MELODY TRAILS,
INC.,
New
[Refrain]
York, N. Y.
[Refrain]
63
Tell-A-Me True

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How
do you do? Tell-a-me true!

There once was a beautiful Bul-
J'JTi'
How

This Bazhee Bazhook said, "Lady,
don't tarry
garian,
Oh!
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"
You
such a light and dainty airy
shall be mine,
mean
to
marry
I'll
harry
you!
'un,
With a complexion marble-airian

Nicely filled out with food vege-
If
you don't answer soon,

you,
And
tarian.
off to
Turkey
will carry you!
[Refrain]
Refrain:
She lived
in Phillip-pop-pop-
How
do you do?
Tell-a-me true!
Said the fair Bulgarian, "Well,
popolis,
jiggamy!
Near the Acrop-pop-pop-pop-
Bazhooks believe in bigamy

Some of you go so far as trigamy,
All you
popolis,
Had
a monop-pop-pop-poppopolis
Of all the gents in that metrop-
can't indulge in that sort of
polygamy "
olis.
How
[Refrain]

if you don't consent, I'll
"Why,
foller you,
And I am very
Then it won't
certain to collar you;

matter how much you
holler,
You'll be somewhat bruised by the

time I swaller you!"
[Refrain]
$<zy
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How
Now
do you do?
a
Tell-a-me true!
Bazhee Bazhook
is not
particular;
How
do you do?
Tell-a-me true!
A Bazhee Bazhook,
a great, big,
hairy 'un,
Oh!
such a hulking, skulking,

scary 'un,
Hardly well-bred, and most vul-
At such a murder he's no stickular,

So when he threatened to cut up
and pickule 'er,
Somehow
the notion didn't quite
tickule
'er.
[Refrain]
garian,
Set out to win this fair Bulgarian.

[Refrain]
64
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York, N.
Y.
How

me a pipe!" he said quite
Then
As
merrily;
"When
with a gracious air she blanded
have finished smoking,
him,
Then with
verily,
If
a nice windproof lighter she
handed him
"Fill
you don't wed with me volun-
a smile she sugar- canded
him:
up!" she
commanded him.
"I'll step aside; light
tarily,
Your situation
will
be a bit
perilly!"
10
She took a distance; he
But when his pipe-bowl, she did
gammon
Who
it,
of him,
have any
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Refrain:
We'll haul
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The
to
word of him.
it.
what next occurred
Nobody else seems
it,
Haul Away, Joe

J'
is to say
She hasn't seen, she hasn't heard
Dy-yan-namite she also did cram

Left him no leisure to examine
(ab-
of him?
Bal-lasting pow-why-der she did

ram in it,
in
lit
surd of him);
away the bowline,
bully ship's a-rollin'
Away, haul away,
Am
om
i
urn
But now I have a Yankee girl

And she is just a daisy,
Away, haul away,
[Refrain]
We'll haul away, Joe.
And away, haul away,

We'll haul away together,
Away, haul away,
1*
I was a
my mother
little lad,
It's so
told me,
Which spoiled his constitution,

Away, haul away,
[Refrain]
Away, haul away,
My
Away, haul away,

We'll haul away, Joe,
But then he got his head cut off,
Oh, when

That if I did not kiss the
3* King Louis was the king of France

Before the Revolution,
fzirls,
would soon grow moldy,

Away, haul away,
[Refrain]
lips
2* Oh, once I had a Southern

And she was fat and lazy,
Away, haul away,
girl,
4* The cook
is in the galley

While the captain's in his cabin now
A-drinkin' wine and brandy,
Away, haul away,
[Refrain]
*Same tune as
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INC.,
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York, N. Y.
now
And fixin' duff so handy,

Away, haul away,
refrain
65
Old Dan Tucker
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Old Dan Tucker was a mighty' man,

He washed his face in a frying pan,
He combed his hair with a wagon
wheel
And he died with a toothache in his
Old Dan Tucker came to town

Riding a billy goat and leading a
hound;
The hound, he
barked, and the billy
goat jumped,
And throwed
heel.
old
Dan
right straddle
[Refrain]
of a stump.
Refrain:
So get out the way, Old Dan

Tucker,
You're too late to come to
Old Dan Tucker climbed a tree

His Lord and Master for to see:
The limb, it broke, and Dan got a
fall,
supper;
He
Supper's over and dinner's
never got
cookin',
to
see his Lord at
[Re/rain]
all.
Old Dan Tucker just standin'

6
there lookin'.
A woodpecker
Poked his
2 Old
Dan Tucker
is a nice old man,
He used to ride our darby ram;

He rode him down to the bottom
of
lit
on a hollow tree,
bill in for to see:
A lizard catched him by the snout,

Called Old Dan Tucker for to pull
[Refrain]
him out.
the hill,
If
he hasn't come back, he's down

there
still.
7 Old
Dan Tucker went
to run his
horse,
[Refrain]
He
3
Old Dan Tucker, he got drunk,

Fell in the fire and kicked up a
chunk;
couldn't reach his legs across,

So he lay right over like a bag of
meal
And he spurred that horse with his
big toenail.
red hot coal got in his shoe,
[Refrain]
And oh, Lordy, how those ashes

flew.
66
[Refrain]
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INC.,
New
York, N. Y.
Peter
Gray

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Once on a time there lived a man,

His name was Peter Gray,
And he lived down in that 'ere town
Called Pennsylvane-eye-ay.
Refrain:
Blow,
Blow,
Blow,
Blow,
2
ye winds of morning,
ye winds, eye-O.
ye winds of morning,
blow, blow.
Now Peter fell in love,

A very nice young girl:
The
first
with
three letters of her
Were Luciana Pearl.

3
all
name
[Refrain]
Just as they were about to wed,

Her father did say no,
And quincicontly she was sent
Beyond the Ohio. [Refrain]
When Peter found his love was
lost,
He knew
not what to say;

He'd half a mind to jump into
The Susqueehen-ny-ay.
5
But he went trading to West

For furs and other skins,
Where he was caught and scalp-eye-ed
By
6
[Refrain]
several in-jy-ins.
[Refrain]
When Luciana heard the news,
To bed went straightaway,

And wept, and wept, and wept-eye-ed
Her poor sweet
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life
away.
[Refrain]
fathers all, a warning take,
Each one as has
a girl,
And think upon poor Peter Gray

And Luciana Pearl. [Refrain]
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Tanglefoot Sue
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you listen with all your ears
For a couple of million years,
I will tell you of a girl
With a tooth that had a curl
Whom we always gave three cheers.
If
We
called her Tanglefoot Sue
From the glue
that
she used
to
chew
With her alabaster jaw

And her double-edged claw,
And the empty socket in her view.
3
Her eye was like a soft shell clam,
And her voice
like fruit juice can;
She could chin for an hour

At a hundred horsepower,
And her ear was
like a ten-inch fan.
Her hair was an indigo blue;

She was graceful like a kangaroo;
And you should have heard the rustle
Of her cast iron bustle;
She could coo like a ferryboat, too.
She ran off with a handsome boy

With a double-breasted squint in his eye,
And the webs on her feet
Soon covered up the street
While she smiled like a crack in a pie.
6 With her purple cemetery laugh

And her head like a month-old calf,
She's an ice-breaker sailing
With some oil on her railing
And a feather on her topmast aft.
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Jim Along Jo

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tree,
you see that Josey home,
She'll catch you for fair.
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Hey
Hey
Hey
jim along, jim along, Josey,

jim along, jim along, Jo;
jim along, jim along, Josey,

girl, jim along, Jo.
Catch that pretty

2
Two
dollar for taxi fare,
Walked down by the bridge,

Told that Josey seventeen lies,
Couldn't
3
tell
her age.
[Refrain]
Why so shy? Jim along with me,

Not there for a lark;
Never saw such a pretty
little girl,
Didn't know how to spark.

4
Passed a
trailer
[Refrain]
on the road,
Driver said it's free,
Blinked his lights and shifted gears,

[Refrain]
right over me.
Ran
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There once was a bold fisherman who sailed forth from Barneygat
To slay-o-slee the wild codfish and the bass mackerel;
But when he arrove off Glorrister, the Nor'easter began to blow,
And his
little boat, it wibble-wobbled so, slick overboard he fell

'Mong the Conger eels, and the Dover soles,
And the whitebait, and the blackbait,
And the kippered herrings, and the 'mato herrings,
And the ticklebats, and the bricklebats:
Dinkle doodle-um, dinkle doodle-um was the highly interesting song he sung;
Dinkle doodle-um, dinkle doodle-um sang the bold fisherman.
First he wriggled down, then he striggled down through the water so
wet and briny-o,

While he bellowed out, and then he yellowed out for help, but in vain;
Then downward he did gently glide to the bottom of the silvery tide,
Though previously to that, he cried, "Farewell, Mary Jane!"
On arriving, he took to diving,
Found it difficult 'midst the seaweed,
Hard to comb his hair; took a deep breath,
Took a cough lozenge, and gently murmured:
Dinkle doodle-um, dinkle doodle-um was the refrain of the lovely song
he sung,
Dinkle doodle-um, dinkle doodle-um sang the bold fisherman.
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New
York, N. Y.
His ghost bubbled up that very night to the bedside of his Mary Jane;
He told her how sopping wet he was, so she felt somewhat sad.
"Since my love's drowned, alas, alack, I'll go a-raving luniack;
All joy from me has fled," said she; whereupon she went mad.
She tore her clothes to smithereens,
Danced the cannycan on the waterbutt,
Joined the Temperance Society,
And frequently she edifies

The members thereof, by softly
chanting:
Dinkle doodle-um, dinkle doodle-um was the plaintive, soul-inspiring

strain she sung,
Dinkle doodle-um, dinkle doodle-um, Oh! my bold fisherman.
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The horsey stood around with his feet upon the ground;
So why do they build the shore so near the ocean, my dove?
Just hand me the axe, there's a fly on baby's chest,
For a boy's best friend is his mother, my dove.
While looking through the knothole of grandpa's wooden leg,

Tell me, who will wind the clock when I'm awayer, my dove?
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Why, a snake's belt will slip, 'cause he's small around the hip,
And he's apt to wear the necktie 'round his middle, my dove.
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She's the
girl that
adore, with a face like a horse and buggy;
The onion is a sprightly vegetable, my dove;

Now who cut the sleeves out of dear old daddy's vest
And dug up Fido's bones to build the subway, my dove?
4
The boy fell out the window, a seventh story window,

He injuried his eyebrow on the pavement, my dove;
Please go in behind the door, don't leave me here alone;
The collar pin for Willie's in the freezer, my dove.
She spanked him with a shingle and made his panties tingle;
it made the moonlight feel so sunny, my dove?
Leaning up against the lake, Oh, fireman! Save my child!
But no peeping, cried the robin; doesn't' matter, my dove.
Who was
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Dunfer was an admiral of the seventh Nebraska fleet,

you did not find him drinking, he was looking for something to eat,
Had plenty of muscle around his head, he would neither bounce nor fly;
You'll find him there, down towards the rear, now why do you say it's a
If
lie?
Refrain:
With a row de dow, bow de dow, and a row de dow de Dunfer,

With a row de dow and a bow de dow, why do you say it's a lie?
from Chesapeake Bay to the top of the Oregon Trail
With seven ensigns on his back and one manicuring his nails;
He met a shark in South Dakota, and bunged up his left eye:
[Refrain]
That's Dunfer wearing the sharkskin, now why do you say it's a lie?
One day he swam
In
Ohio he met with a tanker in distress among the rocks,

lifted her up and set her afloat and towed her to the docks,
Refreshed himself with a barrel of oil and an ox and a half on rye,
[Refrain]
Till soon he ran short on mustard, now why do you say it's a lie?
He
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He taught the mermaids how to dance on the prow of a submarine,

They twirled so fast, it scattered the men/ and one has never been seen;
They became so hot that the ocean boiled and the fish began to fry,
[Refrain]
So Dunfer passed the Tartar sauce, now why do you say it's a lie?
By way
of dessert, he took a harpoon and toasted a whale on a fork,

Drank thirty-two martinis by the time you could draw the cork,
Then he picked his teeth with a Texas derrick that happened to float nearby:
He found it flavored with peppermint, now why do you say it's a lie? [Refrain]
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New
York, N. Y
Clinch
Mountain
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wander alone
I have left my dear Polly,
And a long way from home.
I'll eat when I'm hungry,
I
I'll
If
drink
when
I'm dry;
a tree don't fall on me,
I'll
live
till I
die.
Rye whiskey, rye whiskey,

know you of old,
You have robbed my poor pockets
Of silver and gold.

Rye whiskey, rye whiskey,
Rye whiskey, I cry,
If I don't get rye whiskey
I
surely will die.
It's beefsteak when I'm hungry,

Rye whiskey when I'm dry,
Take a greenback when I'm hard
Go to Heaven when I die.
If the ocean was whiskey,
And I was a duck,
I
up,
would dive to the bottom
And never come
up.
Now when I drink rye whiskey,

The money's my own,
And those who don't like me
Can leave me alone.
I'll eat when I'm hungry,
I'll drink when I'm dry;
If
a tree don't fall on me,
I'll
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MELODY TRAILS,
live
INC.,
New
till I
die.
York, N. Y.
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The Knickerbocker Line

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with a weafer,
it wouldn't go safer,
And I couldn't send it with the mail for fear it wouldn't reach in time,
So I skipped across the gutter on the Knickerbocker Line.
Oh,
Oh,
it
and
it
Refrain:
And the rig, jig, the rig, jig, jig,

Go a-skinny-me-dig, a honey dew, a 'bye away to me, do,
D'ye go away to my honey dew and never will come back,
It's a
As
weary road
to travel
and the car jumped the track.
went down the street just the other afternoon,

I chanced to meet her in a lager-beer saloon:
Oh, there I saw the prettiest girl that ever has been seen,
And she took the humper-bumper from the Jersey Cow machine.
I
It's there
she is by trade,
request she's made,
She'd begin them in the morning and she'd have them ready by nine,
[Refrain]
She's a regular don't-you-touch-her on the Knickerbocker Line.
Oh, my
girl,
And many
74
[Refrain]
she is a
tailor, a tailor
a pair of pantaloons at
my
you want to see this pretty girl, you want to go down Broadway,
For she promenades the Bowery from eight to ten each day,
But if anyone should tease her a little before the time,
[Refrain]
She's a regular skip- the- gutter for the Knickerbocker Line.
If
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LTD.
One More
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Old Noah built himself an ark,

There's one more river to cross,
He made it all of hickory bark,
There's one more river to cross.
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in five by five,
one more river to cross,

They waited for several trunks to
's
arrive,
There's one more river

Refrain:
to cross.
[Refrain]
One more river,

And that's the river
One more river,
of Jordan,
The animals went
in six
The monkey was up
to cross.
by
six,
to cross,
to his usual
tricks,
Old Noah had to load his stock,

So he anchored to a mighty rock,
to cross.
[Refrain]
The animals went
in
seven by
seven,
[Refrain]

3
The animals went
in
one by one,
Said the ant to the antelope, who

are you shovin'?

The elephant chewing a caraway
bun,
to cross.
[Refrain]
to cross.
[Refrain]
10
The animals went
in two by two,
The crocodile and the kangaroo,
The animals went in eight by eight,

Some were early and some were
late,
to cross.
[Refrain]
[Refrain]
11
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The animals went
in three by three,

The bat, the bear and the bumble-
The animals went
in nine by nine,
Old Noah shouted, cast off that
line!
bee,
to cross.
[Refrain]
[Refrain]
12
The animals went
in four
by
four,

And one hippopotamus stuck in the
The animals went in ten by ten,

If you want any more, you must
sing
it
again,
door,
to cross.
to cross.
[Refrain]
[Refrain]
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INC.,
New
York, N. Y.
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Johnny Booker

6
As I was walking 'long the road

With a tired feeling and a heavy
Bm
The other day I said hello,

Went out with Sue for the corn to
hoe;
load,
The tadpole winked
wog's daughter
And kicked the
We hoed
at the polli-
down with toe and heel

was so hard, it
it
Till the ground
'
bullfrog plump in
wouldn't peel.
[Refrain]
the water.
4
went
Refrain:
And
it's ooh,
Johnny Booker,
To make
do,
rode to the river so

could swim,
He brushed me
a stone fence up on the
hill;
Johnny Booker,
It's ooh,
some
to split
rail
do,
woods
to the
found a rattler under a log,

So I split it up into live bullfrogs.
do.
my horse
[Refrain]
on a buttonwood
off
limb,
I
hugged that limb and gave him
such a crack
That he put my legs between his
[Refrain]
back.
Fire
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down below,
down below,
a bully roaring captain, too,
down below.
fire
I'll fire
this trip
And then
I'll fire
Just pay to me
And
will
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to that old boat,
have no
tricks;
fired up her boiler,

at half-past six.
[Refrain]
down below.
fire
There's
let's
She blew
fetch a bucket of water, girls,
fire
spoke up
Now
bully boat and a bully crew,
There's
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The flying fish begin to jump,

The snails begin to roar;
The fire in the hold, girls,
Woke me at half-past four. [Refrain]
down below.
Refrain:
fetch a bucket of water, girls,
Fire
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fire in the hold,
fire
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fire in the galley,
There's
_hi
Now we travel under sail,

There's fire down below,
We're hitched onto a commuter whale,
[Refrain]
That's why we run so slow.
[Refrain]
no more;
my money now,
swim
to shore.
[Refrain]
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There once was a man named Michael Finnigin,
He grew whiskers
on his chinnigin,
The wind came up and blew them

Poor old Michael Finnigin!
innigin,
(Beginnigin!)

He got drunk from too much ginnigin,
So he wasted all his tinnigin,
Poor old Michael Finnigin! (Beginnigin!)
He kicked up
an awful dinnigin
Because they said he must not sinnigin,

4

He went fishing with a pinnigin,
Caught a fish, but he dropped it innigin:

Climbed a tree and barked his shinnigin,
Took
off several yards of skinnigin,
Poor old Michael Finnigin!
(Beginnigin!)
was
a man named Michael Finnigin,

and he grew thinnigin,
Then he died, and we have to beginnigin,
6 There once
He grew
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LTD.
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The Three
Sisters
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And a ring,
In some time to come, I remember it well,
There was a fair maiden in Brooklyn did dwell.
Refrain
With a ding ting over a ring ting
:
Ding tingle a ringle a ding.

2
all alone with her parents in Queens

With a ding ting,
She lived all alone with her parents in Queens
She lived
And
a ring,
She lived all alone with her parents in Queens,

Her age was quite red and her hair was nineteen.
[Refrain]
Then unto
this maiden her lover did sigh

With a ding ting,
Then unto this maiden her lover did sigh,
And a ring,
Then unto this maiden her lover did sigh,
Though I'm lame in both ears and tongue-tied
in
one eye.
[Refrain]
Said he, fly with me by the light of yon star,

With a ding ting,
Said he, fly with me by the light of yon star
And
a ring,
Said he, fly with me by the light of yon star,

For you are the eye of my apple, you are.
[Refrain]
5
She answered him sadly, Oh, my only dear

With a ding ting,
She answered him sadly, Oh, my only dear,
And
a ring,
She answered him sadly, Oh, my only dear,

See the passion you rouse in my cosmetic tear.
[Refrain]
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INC.,
New
York, N. Y.
fly not tonight, but go yesterday noon

With a ding ting,
Nay, fly not tonight, but go yesterday noon,
And a ring,
Nay, fly not tonight, but go yesterday noon,
If you never return, it will yet be too soon.
Nay,
[Refrain]
Then
this fly-by-night lover
went courting next door
With a ding ting,
Then this fly-by-night lover went courting next door

And a ring,
Then this fly-by-night lover went courting next door
And the fair maiden's laughter availed her no more.
[Refrain]
How
tragic the tale of the maiden so fair
With a ding ting,
How
tragic the tale of the maiden so fair
And
How
a ring,
tragic the tale of the
Whose age was
maiden so
fair
quite red, and nineteen
was her
hair.
[Refrain]
79
Buffalo Gals

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As I went walking down the street,

Down the street, down the street,
A pretty gal I chanced to meet,
It
was under
the light of the moon.
Re/rain:
Oh, Buffalo gals, won't you come out tonight,

Come out tonight, won't you come out tonight,
Oh, Buffalo gals, won't you come out tonight
And dance by the light of the moon.
2
asked her, would she stop and talk,

Stop and talk, stop and talk;
Her feet covered up the whole sidewalk
All under the light of the moon.
[Refrain]
I
balanced
hole in her stocking,

her knees kept a-knocking,
I balanced to a gal with a hole in her stocking,
[Refrain]
Just the prettiest gal in the room.
I
to a gal with a
And her heel kept a-rocking and
danced with a gal and she has a wooden leg,

She has a wooden leg, she has a wooden leg,
And I guess that's why they call her Peg,
Just the prettiest gal in the room.

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[Refrain]
danced with a gal with freckles on her face,

With freckles on her face, with freckles on her face,
I asked where she got 'em and she's got 'em every place
[Refrain]
All under the light of the moon.
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New
York, N. Y.
Jinny Get Around
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don't you see that pretty little

don't you think she's nice?
Well, don't you think that she and

Might marry once or twice?
girl,
clambered over the big stone wall;

When she saw me, didn't she run!
I never saw such a pretty little girl
[Refrain]
But what I loved her some.
true love, she is young,
has such a tenderizing look
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bite her tongue.
MELODY TRAILS,
INC.,
New
to
see that pretty
little girl
wouldn't just go, it'd slide.
went
to
see that pretty

I
She asked me what

it
was
[Refrain]
little girl,
went;
I'd
come there
meant.
for,
[Refrain]
Well, you can drive the bypass road
And
But
if
can drive through town,

you get there before I do,
[Refrain]
Just leave my girl alone!
9
true love
out Saturoddy night,
take her for a ride;

had that car so polishinied up,
And what
I'm going to see that pretty little girl

[Refrain]
Before that sun goes down.
When she doesn't
girl
All a-courting her
Her cheeks as red as a violetta rose,

And her eyes a diamond brown:
true love is a pretty little girl,
went
It
My
My
My
took that
Em
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And I told her to keep cool:

Of course I'd like to kiss you here,
Do you take me for a fool? [Refrain]
Refrain [twice]:
Oh Jinny, get around, around, I say,
Jinny, go on around,
Dance a get around, round again,
I'll follow you so soon.
2
Am
went up on the mountain top
And she came down the side;

I flipped my hat to a telephone pole
[Refrain]
So down that cable I'd ride.
[Refrain]
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With a hoggedee, boggedee, how now?
And I must have married a little too soon.
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With a high jig jigger me,
whistle a toggery,
Hoggedee, boggedee, how now?
:
When she
arose, and the work to be done,

She prettied her hair till the color
ran down.
[Refrain]
3 She put down the phone at the end

of the week,

And that is what made her to smile
[Refrain]
so sweet.
4
She set the cheese
to cure
up on
the shelf,

And she left it there to turn of itself.
[Refrain]
The cheese soon
turned, and
it fell
to the floor

Stood up on its legs and walked out
[Refrain]
the door.
6
walked till it came to Centrial Park

It
It
didn't
come home
until after dark.
[Refrain]
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New
York, N. Y.
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She promised she'd meet me when the clock struck seventeen

At the stockyards just nine miles out of town, Jarsey Jane,
Where pig ears and goat tails and tough old Texas steers
Sell for sirloin steak, two dollars for a pound.
She is my darling, my daisy, she is humpbacked and crazy,

She is knock-kneed, bowlegged and lame with the rheumatiz,
Both her teeth are false, too much drinking buffered salts,
She's my freckle-faced, consumptive Jarsey Jane.
2
took her to the clam bar, the juiciest in town,
She prefers to eat such circumstantial food, Jarsey Jane,

Where the turnips soaked in wine sauce, with whalebone on the side
Turned her greener, though you must not think her rude.
She is my honey, my daisy, she is cross-eyed and lazy,
Hollow-chested, quite scraggly and lean, forty-nine,
With a figure like a stork, she's the terror of New York,
She's my freckle- faced, consumptive Jarsey Jane.
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INC.,
New
York, N. Y.
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Samuel Hall,
Oh, my name is Samuel Hall,
came
killed a man, 'tis said, so
To
the gallows
To
the gallows
killed a man, 'tis said, for
To
him up with lead

him there for dead, damn
to
the quod, to
the quod,
Oh, they took me to the quod, to
the quod.
Oh, they took me
to
me
the quod, and

there, by God,
Oh, the preacher, he did come, he

did come,
Oh, the preacher, he did come, he
did come.
Oh, the preacher, he did come, and
he looked so bloody glum
As he talked of Kingdom Come,
damn his eyes.
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must
must go,
must
the gallows I must go, with my

friends there down below
Saying, "Sam,
With a ball and chain and rod, damn

their eyes.
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told ya so!"
Damn
their eyes!
Oh, they took me
they left
must
go.
his eyes!
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killed a man, 'tis said, so
left
too.
their eyes!
filled
And
Oh, the sheriff, he came too, with

his little boys in blue,
And I hope they sizzle too, damn
'tis said.
Oh,
'tis said,
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he came too,
Oh, the sheriff, he came too, he
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Oh, my name is Samuel Hall, and
hate you, one and all,
You're a bunch of muckers all,
damn your eyes.
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saw Nellie
in the crowd, in the

crowd,
saw Nellie in the crowd, in the
crowd.
saw Nellie in the crowd, hope to
see her in a shroud,
yelled, "Nellie, ain't ya proud?"
Damn her eyes!
Now
they ring the final bell, final
Now
they ring the final bell, final
Now
they ring the final bell,

see you all in Hell,
bell,
bell.
And
will
hope you sizzle well, damn

your eyes!
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The Bulldog
On
The Bank
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And the bullfrog in

The bulldog called
the pool,
the bullfrog
green old water fool.

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Singing tra la la la la,

Singing tra la la la la,
Singing tra la la la, tra la la
Tra
la,
la la la la.
Oh, the bulldog stooped to catch him,

And the snapper caught his paw;
The polliwog died a-laughing
To see him wag his jaw. [Refrain]
Says the monkey to the owl,

"Now, what'll you have to drink?"
"Since you are so very kind, sir,
I'll
take a bottle of ink! "
[Refrain]
Oh, the bulldog in the yard

And the tomcat on the roof,
They are practicing the Highland Fling
And drinking ninety proof. [Refrain]
Says the tomcat to the dog,

"It will set your ears aflame!
There's that pretty girl a-sparking

With that college man again." [Refrain]
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Says the bulldog to the cat,

"Oh, what do you think they're at?
They're just studying to be friendly,
And where's the harm in that?" [Refrain]
7 Pharoah's daughter on the bank,

Little Moses in the pool,
She fished him out with a telephone pole
And sent him off to school, [/terrain]
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The Monkey's Wedding

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Kissed so hard, he raised a blister,

She set up a yell.
The bridesmaid stuck on some court
Ducks
it
all in
Pickled oyster stew,

Chestnuts raw and boiled and
couldn't stick
roasted,
Apples sliced and onions toasted;

Had two bands in the corner posted,
Never got a cue.
faster.
Wasn't that a sad disaster?

it soon got well.
But
What do you think the bride was

dressed in?
White gauze veil and a green glass
breast pin,
Red kid shoes, looked quite
pond caught
in the
flutter,
plaster,
What do you think they had for

supper?
Black-eyed peas with bread and
her,
Stuck so hard,
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The monkey married the baboon's

Smacked his
in-
What do you think was the tune they

danced to?
Drunken Sailor more than once, too,
Tails in the way, and some were
pinched, too,
'Cause they were too long.

What do you think they used
teresting
She was quite the belle.

The bridegroom sported a blue
shirt
collar,
Black silk socks that cost a dollar,

Large false whiskers, fashion to
for a
fiddle?
Old banjo with a hole in the middle,

Tambourine and a worn-out griddle,
That's the end of the song.
foller,
He
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York, N. Y.
The Darby
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I was going to Darby,

'Twas on one market day,
I saw the largest ram, sir,
That ever fed on hay.
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The backbone of this ram, sir,

Made the mainmast of a ship;
That ship could carry the largest
In all the whaling fleet.
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Sing tiddle-ee eye oh day.
sail
[Refrain]
The man that owned this ram, sir,

Was counted very rich,
But the man that sang this song, sir,
Was a-lying down to sleep. [Refrain]
That ram had sturdy feet, sir,

As needed his weight to stand,
And every time he set one down,
[Refrain]
It covered an acre of land.
3
The wool upon his back, sir,

Reached up to the sky;
The eagles built their nests in
I
heared the young ones
The horns upon his head, sir,

Reached almost to the moon;
One man climbed up in January
And didn't get down till June.
That ram had one broad tooth,
That held a bushel of corn,
And one other such tooth, sir,
Made
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[Refrain]
cry.
a fine bugle horn.
[Refrain]
sir,
[Refrain]
The wool
that grew upon his tail,

you had clipped it off,
'T would have done for spinning and weaving
A hundred yards of cloth. [Refrain]
If
men in Darby
him when he was young,
Took all the boys and all the girls
To wrap around his tongue. [Re/rain]
took all the
It
To
tie
And
Or
if
you think I'm joking,

you think I lie,
if
Just travel down to Darby,

You'd see him as well as I.
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The butcher that

Was drownded in
killed this ram, sir,
his blood,
And passengers from

Were carried away in
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[Refrain]
here,
sir,
the flood.
MELODY TRAILS,
INC.,
New
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York, N. Y.
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The Old Tobacco Box

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had a wooden leg,
And he hadn't no tobacco, nor
tobacco could he beg;
There was an old miser, he was
slyer than a fox,
And he always had tobacco
in his
old tobacco box.
"Say, old miser, won't you give me
chew?"
"Why
no, old soldier,

if
I'll
be hanged
do!
Just save up your scrapings and

earn a few rocks,
And
always have tobacco in

your old tobacco box."
you'll
was
Well, that old soldier
feeling
very bad,
Said, "I'll get even,
will do
that!"
So he went to the corner, took his

rifle
from the peg,
And he stabbed
the old miser with
a splinter from his leg.
He had
an old hen, and she had a
wooden
And she
foot,
fixed herself a nest by a
mulberry root;
She laid more eggs than any hen on

the farm,
And another
little drink
won't do
us any harm!
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The
fourteenth of November;
She made me weary of my life,
'Twas long before December.
Refrain:
Now
lookit here, and lookit there,
And look 'way over yonder,

And can't you see the old gray goose
A-smiling at the gander?
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night when I came home

my ears asunder,
Then beat my head with the nearest jug
And slapped me with a flounder. [Refrain]
Then every
She
split
Then my good wife went out one

knew not where she'd wander,
night,
But feared she would return to me

With another witch behind her.
[Refrain]
4
heard a rumbling in the sky,
It
imitated thunder,
If
that weren't
my wife back
'T would surely be a wonder.

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again,
[Refrain]
Long
did I bear the heavy yoke,

With many griefs attended,
But to my comfort be it spoke:

Now, now her scolding's ended.
[Refrain]
my good wife died,

On Sunday she was buried,
And Monday was my courting day,
On Tuesday I got married. [Refrain]
6 Last Saturday night
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Fooba Wooba John
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Saw a flea kick a tree,

Fooba wooba, fooba wooba,
Saw a flea kick a tree,
Fooba wooba John.
Saw a flea kick a tree
In the middle of the sea,

Fooba wooba John.
Saw a crow flying low,

Saw a crow flying low,
Fooba wooba John.
Saw a crow flying low
Several miles beneath the snow,
In the middle of the rug,
Fooba wooba,
whale chase a snail
All around a water pail

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Saw a louse
run a mouse.
the chimney, through the house.
Down
Fooba wooba John.
Saw a bug give a shrug,

Saw a bug give a shrug
Fooba wooba John.
Saw a bug give a shrug
Saw
Saw a rat bait a cat..

Cinnamon butter and licorice
Saw
a bee off to sea
fat.
Saw
sow heave a cow
Saw
Ran
a hare chase a deer.

it all
of
seven year.
12 Saw a hog chew a log.

Fished it out from under the bog.
.
Just to show her piglets how

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With his fiddle across his knee

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Saw two geese making cheese..

One would hold and the other would squeeze,
7 Saw a mule teaching school

To some bullfrogs in the pool
[ere.].
13 Saw a bear scratch his ear.

Wonderin' what we're doing here.
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INC.,
New
York, N. Y.
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Mary had a little lamb,

Her father shot it dead.
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And now it goes to school each day,

School each day, school each day,
Now it goes to school each day
Between two chunks of bread.
Mary had a
little
lamb,

3
Mary had a
little
Mary had a little lamb

For whom she did not
lamb,
Mary had a
Its fleece
little
care.
lamb,
was white as snow.
And everywhere that Mary went,

Mary went, Mary went,
Everywhere that Mary went
She generally took the bus.
But everywhere that Mary went,

Everywhere that Mary went,
Little lambie paid the fare.
Mary had a
little
lamb,
Mary had a
little
The doctor was
Mary had a
little
lamb,
lamb,
quite surprised.
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That's citronella in the tea.
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Mary had a
little
lamb,

And he was wondrous wise.

She also had a bear.

Hard trials and tribulations.
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INC.,
New
York, N. Y.
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I've often seen her little lamb,

I've often seen her little lamb,
But I've yet
to see her bear.
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Tell that Missouri I can't stay.
Put on his coat afore his shirt,
Because he had no shirt there first.
Refrain:
Oh, Johnny Graw from Chickawgaw,

Strangest fellow you ever saw,
Now come along, John, and
sing me a tune,
Won't ever get your day's work done.
2 Johnny took oats to feed the hoss,
Ate them himself, and the boss was cross.
What did the hoss eat? Where is he at?
Ate nothing at all, and not quite that!
[Refrain]
Johnny had turnips to feed the sheep,

Instead he gave them tobacco leaf.
What did you do with the turnips,
glutton?
Keep them
till
get
some mutton.
[Refrain]
setting out for a fancy toot

Ordered Johnny to clean his suit.
Johnny said it'll be ready in a
Boss
minute,
Beat that suit with the boss
still in it.
[Refrain]
Johnny lay down on the railroad track,

Engine came by and slapped his back.
Johnny didn't cry, didn't wince,
didn't whine:
If
you do that again,
it'll
tickle
my
spine.
[Refrain]
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MELOOY
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New
York, N. Y.
Wish
Were A Crank
were a crank;
could marry some king's daughter;

that travels under water;
I'd have a scheme to live a thousand years, and never dying
Till Congress passed my proposal ending advertisers' lying.
wish
I'd patent
my new hydroplane
Refrain:
With a bow,
wow wow, bow-wow, wow wow,

Row dee
We'll all go out a-Maying with a whack!

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were a crank;
dow.
oppose fluoridization;
I thought dangerous to the nation;
My eggs would set to boil for just two minutes and eighteen seconds,
And when I paid a fare, I'd want to know how it was reckoned. [Refrain]
I
wish
I'd
I'd point out every neighbor
wish
And
I'd
were a crank; join a dozen associations
learn their by-laws all by heart, to tie up operations;
scan the
TV
I'd teach the
programs, and protest
mayor how
to
deviations;
[Refrain]
wish I were a crank; I'd complain of pain to animals,

Of ladies in a restaurant, or sterile-seed perennials;
The traffic board would hear my views on vital some improvement
Which could be guaranteed

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all
may, and the minister salvation.
to freeze all
vehicular movement.
[Refrain]
I would write to every editor

juggling funds around can stymie every creditor;
I'd say, get rid of busybodies, the world will be the roomier
[Refrain]
Just follow my pet diet, and you never will feel gloomier.
wish
were a crank;
To prove how
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INC.,
New
York, N. Y
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A Donkey Named Pete

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In Scarlett Town there lived a donkey, his maiden name was Pete;
He grew moss upon his back, but he was lightning on his feet;
One day he drank too many oysters, which made him cross and thin,
bones weighed seventeen ounces, counting the dew upon his
Till his
shin.
Singing a once a more, a dunce a more, and once a more around,

Put the snowballs on his tombstone and postcards by the pound;
With the water so cold, it makes us shy; for Pete's sake, do sit down.
3 That donkey named Pete kicked the bucket when the bucket was full of glue;
He rose high into his stockings when a spark fell in his shoe;
He couldn't run the terminal railroad, he ran it into the ground,
But after he ate the manganese, not much of Pete was found.
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Put the snowballs on his tombstone and postcards by the pound;
With the water so cold, it makes us shy; for Pete's sake, do sit down.
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MELODY
TRAILS, INC.,
New
York, N. Y.
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This old man, he played one,

He played knick knack on his thumb.
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Come
a knick knack, Cadillac,
Give your dog a bone,

This old man came rolling home.
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This old man, he played two,

He played knick knack on his shoe.
[Refrain]
This old man, he played three,

He played knick knack on his knee.
[Refrain]
This old man, he played four,

He played knick knack on the
[Refrain]
floor.
This old man, he played five,

played knick knack on a drive.
He
[Refrain]
6 This old man, he played six,

He played knick knack with some tricks.
7 This old man, he played seven,
He played knick knack up to Heaven.
[Refrain]
This old man, he played eight,

knick knack on his plate.
[Refrain]
9 This old man, he played nine,

He played knick knack all the time.
[Refrain]
He played
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copyright 1961 by
This old man, he played ten,

He played knick knack now and then.
MELODY
TRAILS, INC.,
New
York, N. Y.
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girl in
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the diner on the
Jaycee Line,
There's a
girl in
the diner on the
Jaycee Line.
There's a girl in the diner,
And her cheeks are made of chiner,
You may kiss her if you find her on
the Jaycee Line.
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for bumblebees on the

Jaycee Line,
If you look for bumblebees on the
Jaycee Line,
If you look for bumblebees,
There are hundreds in the cheese,
You will bite them through their
knees on the Jaycee Line,
If
you look
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Refrain [twice]:
Come
a rig-a-jag-a-jig jag, a
rig-a-jag-a-jig,
Come
a rig-a-jag-a-jigger on
the Jaycee Line.
Once we made
a clammy pie on the

Jaycee Line,
Once we made a clammy pie on the
Jaycee Line.
Once we made a clammy pie,
And
But
the crust rose to the sky,

isn't safe to fly on the
it
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aycee Line.
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[Refrain]
MELODY TRAILS,
INC.,
New
York, N. Y.
Sally
Goodin

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looked down the road and

my Sally coming,
my
thought to
soul
saw
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Refrain:
You
can't fool Sally with the lies
You
you're tossin',
can't fool a bee on a huckleberry blossom,
You
of pie and
have
Well, you go in and dance and

Sally,
can't fool Sally with the lies

[Refrain]
you're tossin'.
walked her down the road when

the road wasn't muddy,
hugged Sally Goodin till she
couldn't stand steady,
a piece of puddin',
Have a little care when you
hug Sally Goodin.
Oh
when you
hug Sally Goodin,
sit
can't fool a bee on a huckle-
a piece of pie and have

a piece of puddin',
Have a piece
You
Have
a little care
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berry blossom,
would
myself a-running,
looked down the road and I saw
my Sally coming,
thought to my soul I would kill
myself a-running.
Have
walked her down the road when

the road wasn't muddy,
hugged Sally Goodin till she
couldn't stand steady.
[Refrain]
I'll
down beside her,

won't you have a taste
of this cider,
Well you go in and dance and

sit
Oh
down beside
Sally, won't
you have a taste of
this cider?
A sheep and
I'll
her,
[Refrain]
cow were walking
in the pasture,
The sheep
said to the cow, can't

you walk a little faster,
A sheep and a cow were walking
in the pasture,
The sheep said
to the
you walk a
cow, can't
little faster?
[Refrain]
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York, N. Y.
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To hunt
for several
woods next year

kinds of deer
With molasses, with a tight- rope,

and several other fellers.
At trapping birds I am a beaut,
There is no bird I cannot shoot
In the haunches, in the ear-lobes,
in the teeth or lower finners.
ran with him.
he could not stop

he ended up in a florist shop,
ran so fast,
Fell exhaustionated with his eyeteeth

in the florister's left shoulder.
Don't stub your toe on Friday,
It's green, it's square, and it's

Those skates for plates, they make
me feel so sleepy.
chewing on the apples.

once had a girl, her name was Daisy,
When she sang, the cat went crazy,
Once I went up in a fog so big,

The people on earth looked just
Delirious with viruses and

of cataleptics.
Like a mice, like a katydid, like
He's never been
to
like a pig,
all sorts
One day she sang that song about

The man who turned himself inside
flyses or like fleasens.

fog churned up with its bottom
side higher,
Fell on the wife of a country squire,
The
out,
Watertown or
lots of other places.
She made a noise like a crankcase

Look here, it's queer, that leaky
patch in the icebox.
with ecstatic cherry syrup.

I'm glad you're glad I'm glad the
dance
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once had a horse, his name was Bill,

And when he ran, he couldn't stand still,
Ran away for a day, that Friday I
Till
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Seduced a maid, who hanged herself one Monday in her garters.

His guilty conscience smited him, he lost his stomach daily,
He took to drinking ratafee and thought upon Miss Bailey.
Oh, Miss Bailey, unfortunate Miss Bailey.
One
night, as he lay on his bed, 'cause he had got a fever,

Said he, "I am a handsome man, but I'm a gay deceiver!"
At twelve o'clock that very night his candle burned quite palely,
A ghost stepped up to his bedside and cried, "Behold, Miss Bailey!"
"Avaunt, Miss Bailey," then he cried, "Your face looks white and mealy."
"Oh, Captain Smith," the ghost replied, "You've used me ungenteely,
The coroner's quest goes hard with me, because I've acted frailly,
And Parson Briggs won't bury me, though I'm a dead Miss Bailey."
"Dear ghost," said
he, "since you and I accounts must once for all close,
one-pound note in my regimental small-clothes,
'Twill bribe the sexton for your grave." The ghost then vanished gaily,
Saying, "Bless you, wicked Captain Smith! Remember poor Miss Bailey! "
There
is a
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York. N. Y.
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Three Times Over

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I've been to Harlem, I've been to
Dover,
I've traveled this wide world all
over,
Over, over, three times over,

Balance to the pretty girl and turn
your glasses over.
Refrain:
Sailing east, sailing west,

Sailing over the ocean,
You'd better watch out when

the boat begins to rock,
Or you'll lose your girl in the
ocean.
2
had a dog, his name was Rover,

When he died, he died all over,
Over, over, three times over,

your glasses over.
[Refrain]
3
Fall of the year comes in October,

Often down and seldom sober,
Sober, sober three times over,
your glasses over.
[Refrain]
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TRAILS, INC.,
New
York, N. Y.
Clear The Kifchen

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There was an old horse lay down in the road,

And on his hip sat a hump-backed toad,
He raised his voice to the woods around,
And hark! From the tomb came a doleful sound.
Refrain:
So clear the kitchen, old folks, young folks,

Clear the kitchen, old folks, young folks,
Old Virginny never tire.
2
went to the creek, and
couldn't get across,
Had nobody there but an old blind horse,

But Old Man Dillon came riding by,
Says he, "Your horse will surely die!"
[Refrain
That horse fell down right on the spot.

Says he, "Can't you see, his eyes are shot?"
So I took my knife and off with his skin,
And when he came to, I could ride him again. [Refrain]
jaybird sat on a hickory limb,
He winked at me and I winked at him,

Then I picked up a stone and I hit his shin;
Says he, "You better not do that again." [Refrain]
5
A bullfrog dressed in soldier's clothes

Went out in the field to shoot some crows;
The crows smelled powder and flew away,
And wasn't that frog mighty mad that day?
I
[Refrain]
have a sweetheart, she lives uptown,
And whenever she meets me, she wears a frown,

And when she strolls the streets around
The hollow of her foot makes a hole in the ground.
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INC.,
New
York, N. Y.
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a merry old
soul,
soul,
a merry old soul was he;

sent for his pipe and he sent for
his bowl,
And he sent for his fiddlers three.
And the fiddlers fiddled feedledee
and tweedle, tweedle,
tweedle,
And the fiddlers fiddled tweedle
And
He
deedle dee,
Feedle feedle, tweedle tweedle,

deedle tweedle, feedle
feedle,
And a merry old soul was he;

He sent for his pipe and he sent
for
his bowl,
And he sent for his trumpeters

And the trumpeters trumped a
three.
trumpatata tada tada tada

tada trumpa,
And the trumpeters trumped a trumpa
tada tada tee,
Trumpa trumpatata tada tada, trumpa
tada tada tada tada trumpa,
Tata trumpatada trumped the trumpet-
Feedle deedle played the fiddlers
ers three.
three.

a merry old
And
soul,
And
a merry old soul
was
he;

his bowl,
And he sent for his fifers three.
And the fifers fifed a fyodle and a
toodle, toodle, toodle,
fifers fifed a fyodle toodle
dee,
Fyodle fyodle, toodle toodle, toodle

toodle, fyodle fyodle,
Fyodle toodle
fifed the fifers three.

He
He
And the
his bowl,
And he sent
for his drummers three.

'And the drummers drummed a bump
bump ditty, pom pom

pom pom bump ditty,
And the drummers drummed a bump
ditty pom pom dee,
Bump ditty, bump ditty, pom pom
pom pom, ditty bump pom pom
pom ditty bump pom,
Bumpaditty pom pom drummed the
ditty
drummers
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a merry old
soul,
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three.
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New
York, N. Y.
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merry old
a merry old
soul,
soul,

his bowl,
And he sent for his clarinets three.

his bowl,
And
And
He
He
And
the clarinets
And
the clarinets
And he sent
mewled a noodle
for his
mandolins
three.
And
noodle, oodle, oodle, oodle,
the mandolins picked a picka-
mewled a noodle
tickle, eedlelicka needle-
licka pickatickle,
oodle-iddle lee,
Noodle noodle, oodle-iddle oodle,
canoodle oodle-iddle noodle-
And
the mandolins picked a pickatickle nee,
Nee nee pickatickle eedlelicka
iddle oodle,
Noodle-iddle oodle mewled the
needlelicka, peedlelicka
needlelicka pickatickle
clarinets three.
eedlelicka,
Pickatickle eedlelicka picked the
a merry old
mandolins three.
soul,

And
He
his bowl,
And he sent
for his
tromboners
three.
And
And a merry old soul was he;

He sent for his pipe and he sent
the tromboners toned a tome-
bada dome dome, bomebada
bomebada borne
And
a merry old
soul,
borne,
And
And
the tromboners toned a tome-
bada borne borne bee,
Tomebada tomebada, borne borne

bomebada, bomebada tomebada dome dome domebada,
Bomebada domebada toned the
And
for
his bowl,
he sent for his 'cellos three.
the 'cellos zoomed a zoozee
nigha, zwigha, zwigha nigha,
the 'cellos
zoomed
woozee
nigha zee,
With a pizzicato zoozee nigha,
zwigha, zwigha, woozee,
Nigha zwigha zoomed the 'cellos

three.
tromboners three.
a merry old
soul,
And a merry old
He
soul was he;

his bowl,
And he listened
to his orchestra
play.
And
the [fiddlers fiddled.

fifed.
.
. .
fifers
trumpeters trumped
drummers drummed.
clarinets mewled.
tromboners toned.
mandolins picked.
'cellos zoomed.
And he listened
to his orchestra
play.
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Oh, will you wear purple, Oh my
dear,
dear,
Oh, will you wear red, Jennie

Jenkins?
No, I won't wear red, it's a color
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Oh, will you wear red,
Oh my
Bin
Oh my
dear,
Oh, will you wear purple, Jennie

Jenkins?
No, I won't wear purple, it's the
the color of a turkle.
dread.
[Refrain]
Refrain:
buy me a foldy-roldy tildytoldy seek-a-cause-a

Use-a-double roll-the-find-me!
Roll, Jennie Jenkins, roll!
I'll
Oh, will you wear white, Oh

dear,
Oh my
color's too bright.
Oh my
my
lack.
Oh my
dear,
Oh my
dear,
Oh, will you wear blue, Jennie

Jenkins?
No, I won't wear blue, for it
wouldn't match you.
my
[Refrain]
Oh my
Oh my
dear,
Oh, will you wear pink, Jennie

Jenkins?
No, I won't wear pink, for what
will people think? [Refrain]
my
dear,
Oh, will you wear green, Jennie

Jenkins?
No, I won't wear green, it's a
shame to be seen.
Oh, will you wear pink,

dear,
[Refrain]
Oh, will you wear green, Oh

dear,
7 Oh, will you wear blue, Oh my
dear,
Oh, will you wear black, Jennie

Jenkins?
No, I won't wear black, it's a
color
Oh, will you wear brown, Jennie

Jenkins?
No, I won't wear brown when I'm
[Refrain]
going downtown.
[Re/rain]
Oh, will you wear black, Oh

dear,
Oh my
dear,
Oh, will you wear white, Jennie

Jenkins?
No, I won't wear white, for the
6 Oh, will you wear brown,

dear, Oh my dear,
Oh, will you wear yellow,

dear,
Oh my
Oh my
dear,
Oh, will you wear yellow, Jennie

Jenkins?
No, I won't wear yellow when I
want to catch a fellow.
[Refrain]
[Refrain]
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Oh, will you wear gray,

dear,
Oh my
Oh my
dear,
Oh, will you wear gray, Jennie

Jenkins?
No, I won't wear gray, it would
rain all the day.
11
[Refrain]
Oh, will you wear tan, Oh my dear,
Oh my
dear,
Oh, will you wear tan, Jennie

Jenkins?
No, I won't wear tan when I'm
looking for a man.
[Refrain]
12 Oh, will you wear chartreuse,
my
dear,
Oh my
Oh
dear,
Oh, will you wear chartreuse,

Jennie Jenkins?
No, I won't wear chartreuse, for
isn't any use.
[Refrain]
13 Oh, will you wear orange,
dear,
Oh my
it
Oh my
dear,
Oh, will you wear orange, Jennie

Jenkins?
No, orange I won't wear, and it
rhymes, so there!
[Refrain]
14 Oh, what you will wear, Oh my
dear, Oh my dear,
Oh, what will you wear, Jennie
Jenkins?
Well, what will you care
go bare?
if I
just
[Refrain]
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Oh, the praties, they grow small

over there,
Yes, the praties, they grow small

over there.
Why, the praties, they grow small,
For we plant them in the fall,
Then we eat them, skins and all,
over there.
The mosquitoes
are so mean in July,

Yes, mosquitoes are so mean in July.
The mosquitoes are so mean,
When they've picked your bones clean,
They will chew your boots and
jeans as they fly.
Don't you wish that you were me

when I sleep?
Don't you wish that you were me
when I sleep?
Don't you wish that you were me,
Then you'd see what I can see,
Flapjacks growing on a tree in the deep.
How I wish I were a geese all forlorn!

Yes, I wish I were a geese all forlorn!
Oh, I wish I were a geese,
Then I'd live and die in peace
While accumulating grease night
and morn.
106
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MELODY
TRAILS, INC.,
New
York, N. Y.
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SON GSWORDS AND MUSIC

COLLECTION OF ALL-TIME FAVORITES

WELL AS UNFAMILIAR SONGS THAT

ILLUSTRATED WITH DRAWINGS BY CHARLES KELLER

A book of nonsense songs; over 100 songs,

Tunes, with chord symbols for guitar.

SONGSWORDS AND MUSIC

ILLUSTRATED WITH DRAWINGS BY CHARLES KELLER

GROWN PUBLISHERS, INC.,

Third Printing. March. 1966

1961 bv Norman Cazden

Ballad Of Hennery White, The

Barbara Totally High

Jinny Get Around

On The Bank, The

Knickerbocker Line, The

Leaning On The Lamb

Looky There Now

Cape Cod Girls

Courting Susan Jane

Pop Goes The Weasel

Eddystone Light, The

Fooba Wooba John

Old Joe Clarke

Flapjacks Tree, The

Red Hen, The

Donkey Named Pete, A

Clear The Kitchen

Simple Little Nancy Brown

Swapping Song, The

The Field So Early

Three Sisters, The

Three Times Over

Unfortunate Miss Bailey

Walloping Window Blind, The

Yard of Pudding, The

those that make sense and those that

Some such combinations as the rum-and-tea mentioned may drift momentarily

two kinds of nonsense songs cannot be separated sharply,

time to spin romantic theories about homespun

nonsense song, like

true folk song,

may have originated

anywhere, most often full-blown as the creation of an individual, who in turn

that they are so uppity-clever, but that they rarely carry

hope nobody notices my inclusion of a few decidedly gloombrious items: Such

also form the stuff of nonsense.)

nonsense song provides the only kind of music

to which aesthetic notions about

pure form can conceivably apply.

New Words and New Music Arrangement by NORMAN CAZDEN

a cold and a frosty mornin'.

craw, he couldna find his maw,

craw, he couldna find his maw

The second craw, he couldna

Three craw sat upon a wa',

he toombled off the wa',

a cold and a frosty mornin'.

I ken about the craw,

a cold and a frosty mornin'.

ken about the craw

New Words and New Music Arrangement