Clementine

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

Chorus:
Oh my darling, oh my darling
Oh my darling Clementine!
You are lost and gone forever
Dreadful sorry, Clementine.

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

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

Ruby lips above the water
Blowing bubbles soft and fine
but alas I was no swimmer
So I lost my Clementine.
Chorus

How I missed her! How I missed her
How I missed my Clementine
But I kissed her little sister,
I forgot my Clementine.  Chorus

My Bonnie Lies Over the Ocean

1. My Bonnie lies over the ocean.
My Bonnie lies over the sea.
My Bonnie lies over the ocean.
Oh, bring back my Bonnie to me.

Chorus:
Bring back, bring back
Oh, bring back my Bonnie to me, to me.
Bring back, bring back
Oh, bring back my Bonnie to me.

2. Last night as I lay on my pillow.
Last night as I lay on my bed.
I stuck both my feet out the window.
Next morning my neighbors were dead.

Chorus

Pigeon House

I’ll open up my pigeon house and let the birds fly free.
They’ll fly over here and fly over there and land on the tallest tree.
But when they return from their busy flight
I’ll shut the door and say goodnight.
Coo coo coo coo coo coo coo coo coo coo coo coo coo coo
Wake up.

I’m a Little Acorn Shell

I’m a little acorn shell lying on the cold cold ground.
Everybody steps on me. That is why I’m cracked you see.
I’m a nut, in a rut. I’m a nut, I’m crazy.

I’m so nutty I don’t know why the squirrels love me so.
I’m descended from an oak.
Nuts to you and that’s no joke.
I’m a nut, in a rut. I’m a nut, I’m crazy.

I’m a little pile of tin. Nobody knows what shape I’m in.
Got four wheels and a running board.
I’m  four-door, I’m a Ford.
Honk honk, rattle rattle rattle crash, beep beep,
Honk honk, rattle rattle rattle crash, beep beep,
Honk honk, rattle rattle rattle crash, beep beep,
Honk Honk.

America The Beautiful, Schram arr.

O beautiful for spacious skies,
For amber waves of grain,
For purple mountain majesties
Above the fruited plain.

Chorus:
America! America!
God shed his grace on thee,
And crown thy good with brotherhood
From sea to shining sea.

First Grade:
O beautiful for heroes proved
In liberating strife,
Who more than self their country loved,
And mercy more than life.

Third Grade:
O beautiful; heroes in strife,
Who more than self their country loved,
And mercy more, more than life.

America! America!
May God thy gold refine,
Till all success be nobleness,
And ev’ry gain divine.

O beautiful for patriot dream
That sees beyond the years,
Thine alabaster cities gleam,
Undimmed by human tears!

Chorus  From sea to shining sea! America!

Go Down, Moses

When Israel was in Egypt land,
Let my people go,
Oppressed so hard they could not stand,
Let my people go.
Go down, Moses,
Way down in Egypt land,
Tell ol’ Pharaoh,
Let my people go.

I Hear America Singing

Oo—
I hear America singing;
I hear the voices of pride
Calling out all through the nation.
It’s a rising tide

I see the flags all unfurling
And then, the banners in hand.
Ev’rywhere there’s celebration
For our glorious land!

Repeat
We’ve fought for freedom.
Fought hard and learned:
Our kind of freedom
Isn’t bought or bestowed on us,
No, it’s earned.

I hear America singing
One rousing song
And with all America singing
We’ll stay free and strong.

Loo looloolooloolooloo Ah
Repeat

Fourth Grade:
I see flags unfurling,
And then, the banners in hand.
Ev’rywhere, there’s celebration
For our glorious land

We’ve fought for freedom.
Oo isn’t bought or bestowed on us,
No, it’s earned.

I hear America singing
One rousing song.
With all America singing,
We’ll stay free and strong

Loo looloolooloo Ah
Repeat

My Country, ‘Tis of Thee

My country, ‘tis of thee,
Sweet land of liberty,
Of thee I sing;
Land where my fathers died,
Land of the pilgrims’ pride,
From ev’ry mountainside
Let freedom ring!

God Save the Queen

God save our gracious Queen
Long live our noble queen!
God save the Queen!
Send her victorious,
Happy and glorious,
Long to reign over us;
God save the queen

Oh Shenandoah

Oh Shenando’ I long to see you,
Away, you rolling river.
Oh Shenando’, I long to see you,
Away, I’m bound a way
‘Cross the wide Missouri

Oh Shenando’, I long to hear you
Away, (away 6) you rolling river.
Oh Shenando’, I long to hear you,
(Far 6) away, (I’m 4,5) bound away
‘Cross the wide Missouri.

Oh Shenando’, (Shenando’ 6)
(I’m 4,5) bound to leave you,
(Far, far 6) Away, you rolling river
Oh Shenando’ (Shenando’ 6)
I’m bound to leave you,
(Far 6) away, (I’m 4,5) bound away,
‘Cross the wide Missouri.
Oh Shenando’, (Oh Shenando’6)
I’m bound a way.

Old Dan Tucker

Ah, oo
Old Dan Tucker’s a fine old man,
Washed his face in a frying pan.
Combed his hair with a wagon wheel,
And died with a toothache in his heel.

Chorus: Get out the way, Old Dan Tucker,
You’re too late to come for supper.
Supper’s over and dinner’s cookin’
And Old Dan Tucker just standing there lookin’.

Oo, Ah, Oo

Old Dan Tucker he come to town,
Swinging the ladies round and round.
First to the right and then to the left,
And then to the one that you love best. Chorus

Old Dan Tucker, he came to town,
Riding a billygoat, leading a hound.
Hound gave a yelp, Yee-ow!
The goat gave a jump (stomp stomp stomp)
And threw ol’ Dan right on his. . .

So get out the way, Old Dan Tucker--
(Get out the way, get out the way Old Dan Tucker,)
You’re too late to come for supper--
(You’re too late, you’re too late Old Dan Tucker.)
Supper’s over and dinner’s cookin’—
(Get out the way, get out the way Old Dan Tucker, standing there,)
Old Dan Tucker just standing there,
Chorus
Get out the way, get out the way, get out the way!  Hooray!

Paul Revere’s Ride (Henry Wadsworth Longfellow)

Listen, my children, and you shall hear
Of the midnight ride of Paul Revere,
On the eighteenth of April, in Seventy-five
Hardly a man is now alive
Who remembers that famous day and year.
He said to his friend, “If the British march
By land or sea from the town tonight,
Hang a lantern aloft in the belfry arch
Of the North Church tower as a signal light,
One if by land and two if by sea
And I on the opposite shore will be,
Ready to ride and spread the alarm
Through ev’ry Middlesex village and farm
For the country folk to be up and to arm.”

So through the night rode Paul Revere;
And so through the night went his cry of alarm
To ev’ry Middlesex village and farm,
A cry of defiance and not of fear,
A voice in the darkness
A knock at the door.
And a word that shall echo forevermore!
For, borne on the night-wind of the Past
Through all our history to the last,
In the hour of darkness and peril and need,
The people will waken and listen to hear
The hurrying hoofbeats of that steed,
And the midnight message of Paul Revere

Concord Hymn (Ralph Waldo Emerson)

By the rude bridge that arched the flood,
Their flag to April’s breeze unfurled.
Here once the embattled farmers stood
And fired the shot heard round the world.

Spirit that made those heroes dare
To die, and leave their children free,
Bid Time and Nature gently spare
The shaft we raise to them and thee.

The Star-Spangled Banner
by Francis Scott Key

Oh, say can you see by the dawn’s early light
What so proudly we hailed at the twilight’s last gleaming
Whose broad stripes and bright stars through the perilous
 fight
O’er the ramparts we watched were so gallantly streaming
And the rocket’s red glare, the bombs bursting in air
Gave proof through the night that our flag was still there.
Oh say, does that star-spangled banner yet wave
O’er the land of the free  and the home of the brave?

This Land Is Your Land

Chorus
This land is your land, This land is my land
From California to the New Your island
From the redwood forest to the Gulf Stream waters,
This land was made for you and me.

As I was walking that ribbon of highway,
I saw above me that endless skyway.
I saw below me tat golden valley,
This land was made for you and me.

Chorus:

I’ve roamed and rambled and I followed my footsteps
To the sparling sands of her diamond deserts.
And all around me a voice was sounding,
This land was made for you and me.

Descant:
This land is your land, this land is mine
From Maine to Montana, desert to the shore,
We sing that this land is your land this land is mine,
Yes it is made for you and me.

Mozart
From the start, the very, very start,
It was clear this child was set apart.
At the tender age of five, they say,
Mozart wrote a piece no one could play!

Refrain:
No school for him, he toured the land.
Great kings would shake his hand.
He was a star, they say,
As big as any star we have today,
A true wonder of the world.

Things looked good at first,
But Mozart’s life turned out to be the
very, very worst.
Who could guess that someone born to fame
Could die without a penny to his name?

2. Thirty-five was all the years he got—
Poverty and bad luck were his lot.
Still his music lives within our hearts,
He’s the “King of all the classic charts!”
Refrain

All his tunes are swell, but how we wish
His life had turned out even half as well.
Still, his music lives within our hearts
For he’s the “King of all the classic charts!”

Tchaikovsky
1. How would you like to have
A middle name like Ilyich?
How would you like to have
To spell that each and every day?
And what if you were born in Russia
Could you take it?
You’d need a big fur coat
To go out riding in your sleigh!

2. If you were Russian through and through,
You could be named Tchaikovsky too!
You could be writing on this staff;
People would want your autograph!

1. So if you’d like to have
A middle name like Ilyich,
You’d better learn to spell it,
That’s the least that you can do.
Then, if you’re lucky,
You could write a suite of dances—
Call it “The Nutcracker,”
And someone famous could be you!

Schubert
1. One of twelve when he was born;
You would think he’d be forlorn.
Franz just took it in his stride;
Would not be denied.
Part-time jobs and studies, too.
Private students, quite a few;
Haydn struggled, did his best.
You can guess the rest.

Refrain: Music was his thing, you see,
He found his niche in Hungary.
He got a prince to pay his way
And from then on his life was A. O. K.!

2. Folks who knew him in his day
Called him “Papa,” so they say.
Father of the symphony;
Four movements, not three.
He could write a tune a week,
Classical was “in” and chic;
Wrote a thousand, all quite fine.
Died in eighteen-o-nine.
Refrain

Brahms
When You’re Sleepless in Hamburg

1. Here’s a tune you can hum
When you’re tossing and turning;
Here’s a tune that you can hum
When you just can’t close your eyes.

Refrain:
If you drift off to sleep
Then you ought to say
“Thank you, Mister Brahms,
You’re a master at writing lullabies.”

2. Here’s a tune you can hum
When you’ve counted your last sheep;
Here’s a tune that you can hum
When the moon is on the rise.
Refrain

Bach
When You Think of Baroque Music

When You Think of Baroque Music,
J.S. Bach is someone you should know.
What a talent! What a genius.
At the organ or continuo.
Fugues, cantatas, airs, toccatas;
Every day a new creation.
Twenty children, all well tempered,
Were his joy and inspiration.

Closing Fanfare

Now we’re finished, now we’re done.
Glad you came to share the fun.
We hope you will remember
The seven guys who gave us
Tunes we can’t forget.

Summer Is A-Comin In

Summer is a-comin’ in,
Loudly sing cuckoo;
Groweth seed and bloweth mead
And springeth wood anew
Sing cuckoo.
Ewe now bleateth after lamb,
Low’th after calf the cow.
Bullock starteth, buck now verteth,
Merry sing cuckoo,
Cuckoo, cuckoo,
Well now sing thou cuckoo,
Nor cease thou never nu.

The Erie Canal
I’ve got a mule, her name is Sal,
Fifteen miles on the Erie Canal.
She’s a good ol’ worker and a good ol’ pal,
Fifteen miles on the Erie Canal.
We’ve hauled some barges in our day,
Filled with lumber, coal and hay,
And we know ev’ry inch of the way
From Albany to Buffalo.
Low bridge, ev’rybody down!
Low bridge, for we’re comin’ to a town!
And you’ll always know your neighbor,
You’ll always know your pal,
If you’ve ever navigated on the Erie Canal.

There Stands a Little Man
Now once upon a time in the wood alone
There was a little man standing like a stone.
Tell me if you think you can
Who’s that funny little man?
Standing like a statue in the wood alone.

He wears a little coat all of velvet brown,
And on his head a cap that is all turned down.
Who’s that little man alone,
Standing like he’s made of stone,
All dressed up from head to toe in velvet brown?

The Little Sandman

When night comes softly creeping
All children should be sleeping
I bring them without number
Sweet dreams for peaceful slumber.

Then near each tiny lid I stand
To scatter all my magic sand
So silently that no one knows
Until their sleepy eyelids close

And off they fly to drift in sweet repose
When from the starry sky above
Come fourteen angels bringing love
To guide the children While they sleep
And slumber deep

The Man on the Flying Trapeze

He floats through the air
With the greatest of ease,
The daring young man
On the flying trapeze.
His actions are graceful,
All girls he does please,
And my love he has stolen away.

There’s a Hole in My Bucket

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

Then mend it, dear Goofy, dear Goofy, dear Goofy
Then mend it, dear Goofy, dear Goofy, then mend it

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

With some straw, dear Goofy, dear Goofy, dear Goofy
With some straw, dear Goofy, dear Goofy, some straw

The straw is too long, dear Liza, dear Liza
The straw is too long, dear Liza, too long

Then cut it, dear Goofy, dear Goofy, dear Goofy
Then cut it, dear Goofy, dear Goofy, then cut it

With what shall I cut it, dear Liza, dear Liza?
With what shall I cut it, dear Liza, with what?

With a knife, dear Goofy, dear Goofy, dear Goofy
With a knife, dear Goofy, dear Goofy, with a knife

The knife is too dull, dear Liza, dear Liza
The knife is too dull, dear Liza, too dull

Then sharpen it, dear Goofy, dear Goofy, dear Goofy
Then sharpen it, dear Goofy, dear Goofy, sharpen it

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

With a stone, dear Goofy, dear goofy, dear Goofy
With a stone, dear Goofy, dear Goofy, with a stone

The stone is too dry, dear Liza, dear Liza
The stone is too dry, dear Liza, too dry

Then wet it, dear Goofy, dear Goofy, dear Goofy
Then wet it, dear Goofy, dear Goofy, then wet it

With what shall I wet it, dear Liza, dear Liza?
With what shall I wet it, dear Liza, with what?

With water, dear Goofy, dear Goofy, dear Goofy
With water, dear Goofy, dear Goofy, with water

In what shall I get it, dear Liza, dear Liza?
In what shall I get it, dear Liza, in what?

In a bucket dear Goofy, dear Goofy, dear Goofy
In a bucket dear Goofy, dear Goofy, in a bucket

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

The Trout

One day as I was walking
Beside a clear sunny stream
I spied a trout so dashing An arrow he did seem.
This quick, magnificent creature
Entranced me as I stood,
Such beauty found in nature Is all so fair and good.
Such beauty found in nature Is all so fair and good.

A fisherman came near me
And boldly stood upon the shore.
He had a string of fish,
Yet he hoped to catch one more.
I looked into the water so crystal clear I thought,
My trout is free forever, my trout cannot be caught.
My trout is free forever, my trout cannot be caught.

This fisher was no sportsman, he had a scheme;
He made the water very muddy
And cast in to the stream.
And when he reeled his line in,
He caught my fish and pulled him out.
My heart was filled with sorrow
At how he tricked the trout;
My heart was filled with sorrow
At how he tricked the trout.

Polly Wolly Doodle

1. Oh, I went down South for to see my Sal,
Singing Polly Wolly Doodle all the day;
My Sally is a spunky gal,
Singing Polly Wolly Doodle all the day.

Chorus: Fare thee well, fare thee well,
Fare thee well my fairy fay,
For I’m goin’ to Louisiana
For to see my Susyana
Singing Polly Wolly Doodle all the day.

2. Oh my Sal, she is a maiden fair
Singing Polly Wolly Doodle all the day.
With curly eyes and laughin’ hair
Singing Polly Wolly Doodle all the day.
Chorus

3. Well a bullfrog sittin’ on a railroad track
Singing Polly Wolly Doodle all the day.
Just a-pickin’ his teeth with a carpet tack
Singing Polly Wolly Doodle all the day.
Chorus

Red River Valley

From this valley they say you are going;
We will miss your bright eyes and sweet smile,
For they say you are taking the sunshine,
Which has brightened our pathway a while

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

She’ll be Comin' ‘Round the Mountain When She Comes

1. She’ll be comin’ ‘round the
mountain when she comes, Yeehah!
She’ll be comin’ ‘round the
mountain when she comes, Yeehah!
She’ll be comin’ ‘round the mountain,
She’ll be comin’ ‘round the mountain,
She’ll be comin’ ‘round the mountain
when she comes,  Yeehah!

2. She’ll be drivin’
six white horses when she comes,  Woa Bill!

3. Oh, we’ll all go out to meet her
when she comes,  Hi Babe!

4. We will all have chicken dumplings
when she comes, Yum, Yum!

Simple Gifts

1. ‘Tis the gift to be simple, ‘Tis the gift to be free,
‘Tis the gift to come down where we ought to be.
And when we find ourselves in the place just right,
‘Twill be in the valley of love and delight

Refrain:
When true simplicity is gained,
To bow and to bend we shan’t be ashamed.
To turn, turn will be our delight,
Till by turning, turning we come round right.

2. ‘Tis the gift to be gentle, ‘tis the gift to be fair,
Tis the gift to wake and breathe the morning air.
And ev’ry day to walk in the path we choose,
‘Tis the gift that we pray we may ne’er come to lose
Refrain

3. ‘Tis the gift to be loving, ‘tis the best gift of all
Like a quiet rain, it blesses where it falls;
And if we have the gift, we will truly believe
‘Tis better to give than it is to receive.

Skip to My Lou

Chorus:
Lou, lou, skip to my lou
Lou, lou, skip to my lou
Lou, lou, skip to my lou
Skip to my lou, my darlin’

1. Flies in the buttermilk, shoo fly, shoo!
Flies in the buttermilk, shoo fly, shoo!
Flies in the buttermilk, shoo fly, shoo!
Skip to my lou, my darlin’!

2. Lost my partner, what’ll I do?
Lost my partner, what’ll I do?
Lost my partner, what’ll I do?
Skip to my lou, my darlin’!

3. I’ll find another one -- a pretty one, too
I’ll find another one -- a pretty one, too
I’ll find another one -- a pretty one, too
Skip to my lou, my darlin’!

4. I’ve got a gal and that ain’t all
I’ve got a gal who’s ten feet tall
Sleeps in the kitchen with her feet in the hall!
Skip to my lou, my darlin’!

I know a fellow; his name is Bill
He was born on the side of a hill
One leg’s longer than the other one still
Skip to my lou, my darlin'!
Chorus

Susie, Little Susie

Susie, little Susie now listen with care.
The geese are running barefoot,
They’ve no shoes to wear.
There’s leather enough but no pattern to use.
That’s the very reason the geese have no shoes.

Goosey Goosey Gander it’s time to be fed.
I’m hungry as can be but we have no more bread.
I’m empty and hollow what more can I say.
Touch me with a feather and I’ll float away.

Take Me Out To the Ball  Game

Take me out to the ball game
Take me out to the crowd.
Buy me some peanuts and cracker jacks.
I don’t care if I ever get back
Cause it’s root, root, root for the home team
If they don’t win it’s a shame.
For it’s one, two,
Three strikes you’re out at the old ball game.

He’s Got the Whole World in His Hands
Refrain:
He’s got the whole world—in His hands,
He’s got the whole wide world—in His hands.
He’s got the whole world—in His hands,
He’s got the whole world in his hands.

1. He’s got the little tiny baby—in His hands, (3X)
He’s got the whole world in His hands.
Refrain

2. He’s got you and me, brother-- in His hands (3X)
He’s got the whole world in His hands.
Refrain

3. He’s got ev’rybody here-- in His hands (3X)
He’s got the whole world in His hands.

Home on the Range

1. Oh, give me a home where the buffalo roam,
Where the deer and the antelope play;
Where seldom is heard a discouraging word,
And the skies are not cloudy all day.

Chorus:
Home, home on the range,
Where the deer and the antelope play;
Where seldom is heard a discouraging word,
And the skies are not cloudy all day.

2. How often at night when the heavens are bright
With the light of the glittering stars,
Have I stood here amazed and asked as I gazed
If their glory exceeds that of ours.

Chorus

In the Good Old Summertime

In the good old summertime,
In the good old summer time,
Strolling thro’ the shady lanes
With your baby mine.
You hold her hand and she holds yours,
And that’s a very good sign
That she’s your tootsey wootsey
In the good old summertime.

I’ve been working on the railroad

I’ve been working on the railroad
All the live-long day,
I’ve been working on the railroad,
Just to pass the time away.
Can’t you hear the whistle blowing,
Rise up so early in the morn;
Can’t you hear the captain shouting,
“Dinah, blow your horn!”
Dinah, won’t you blow,
Dinah, won’t you blow,
Dinah, won’t you blow your horn.
Dinah, won’t you blow,
Dinah, won’t you blow,
Dinah, won’t you blow your horn.
Someone’s in the kitchen with Dinah,
Someone’s in the kitchen I know,
Someone’s in the kitchen with Dinah,
Strummin’ on the old banjo, and singin’
Fee fi Fiddlee-i-o, Fee fi Fiddlee-i-o,
Fee fi Fiddlee-i-o, Strummin’ on the old banjo.

Loch Lomond

1. By yon bonnie banks and by yon bonnie braes,
Where the sun shines bright on Loch Lomond,
Where me and my true love were ever wont to be,
On the bonnie, bonnie banks of Loch Lomond.

Chorus:
Oh, you’ll take the high road
And I’ll take the low road,
And I’ll be in Scotland before you;
But me and my true love will never meet again,
On the bonnie, bonnie banks of Loch Lomond.

2. I mind where we parted in yon shady glen,
On the steep, steep side of Ben Lomond,
Where in deep purple hue the Highland Hills we view
And the moon coming out in the gloaming.
Chorus

3. The wee birdies sing and the wild flowers spring,
And in sunshine the waters are sleeping,
But the broken heart will ken no second spring again,
And the world does not know how we are greeting.
Chorus

Michael, Row the Boat Ashore

1. Michael, row the boat ashore, Alleluia
Michael, row the boat ashore, Alleluia

2. Sister, help to trim the sail, Alleluia
Sister, help to trim the sail, Alleluia
Chorus

3. Brother, lend a helping hand, Alleluia
Brother, lend a helping hand, Alleluia
Chorus

4. Jordan’s river is chilly and cold, Alleluia
Chills the body but not the soul, Alleluia
Chorus

Frere Jacques

Frere Jacques
Frere Jacques
Dormez-vous?
Dormez-vous?
Sonnez les matines
Sonnez les matines
Din, din, don
Din, din, don

Are you sleeping

Are you sleeping
Are you sleeping
Brother John?
Brother John?
Morning bells are ringing
Morning bells are ringing
Ding, ding, dong
Ding, ding, dong

Git Along, Little Dogies

1. As I was a-walking one morning for pleasure
I saw a cowpuncher come riding along
His hat was throwed back and his spurs was a-jingling
And as he approached he was singing this song

Chorus:
Whoopee-ti-yi-yo, git along, little dogies!
It’s your misfortune and none of my own
Whoopee-ti-yi-yo, git along, little dogies
You know that Wyoming will be your new home

2. Early in the spring, we round up all the dogies
Mark ’em and brand ’em and bob off their tails
Round up our horses, load up the chuck wagon
Throw all them dogies right up on the trail
Chorus

3. Well, it’s shooping and yelling and rounding the dogies
From sunrise till sunset and all the night long
So come now, you young ’uns, get over the prairie
And keep right on hearing my beautiful song
Chorus

God Bless America

While the storm clouds gather
Far across the sea
Let us swear allegiance to a land that’s free.
Let us all be grateful for a land so fair,
As we raise our voices in a solemn prayer.

God bless America,
Land that I love.
Stand beside her and guide her
Through the night with a light from above.
From the mountains, to the prairies,
To the oceans white with foam.
God bless America,
My home sweet home.
God bless America,
My home sweet home.

Goodbye Old Paint

1.Goodbye, you old Paint,
I’m a leaving Cheyenne,
Goodbye, old Paint,
I’m a-leaving Cheyenne.

2. I’m leaving Cheyenne,
and I’m off for Montan’
Goodbye, old Paint,
I’m a-leaving Cheyenne.

3. Old Paint’s a good hoss,
And he runs when he can,
Goodbye, old Paint,
I’m a-leaving Cheyenne.

Grandfather’s Clock

My grandfather’s clock was too large for the shelf,
So it stood ninety years on the floor;
It was taller by half than the old man himself,
Though it weighed not a pennyweight more.
It was bought on the morn of the day that he was born,
And was always his treasure and pride;
But it stopped short, never to go again,
When the old man died.

Ninety years without slumbering, tick, tock, tick, tock,
His life seconds numbering, tick, tock, tick, tock,
It stopped short, never to go again, when the old man died.

Hansel come and dance with me

Hansel come and dance with me
It’s as easy as can be
One foot here, one foot there.
Round you go and time to spare.

I would like to dance with you
That is one thing I can’t do
You must show me how it’s done
For I’m sure it’s lots of fun

First your foot you tap, tap, tap.
They your hands you clap, clap, clap.
One foot here. One foot there.
Round you go and time to spare.

With my foot I tap, tap, tap.
With my hands I clap, clap, clap.
One foot here, One foot there.
Round with time to spare.

Very good for your first try.
Now you need not be so shy.
Here’s the next thing you must learn.
Watch me first then take your turn.

Shake your head with a flip, flap, flap.
Make your fingers go snip, snap, snap.
One foot here. One foot there.
Round you go with time to spare.

Shake my head with a flip, flap, flap.
Make my fingers go snip, snap, snap.
One foot here. One foot there.
Round with time to spare.

Now you have another chance,
And this time with me you dance.
Arm in arm we go together,
Just like two birds of a feather.

Havah Nagilah

Havah nagilah havah nagilah
Havah nagilah v’nis m’chah
Havah nagilah havah nagilah
Havah nagilah v’nis m’chah

Hava n’ra n’nah Hava n’ra n’nah
Hava n’ra n’nah v’nis m’chah
Hava n’ra n’nah Hava n’ra n’nah
Hava n’ra n’nah v’nis m’chah

Uru, uru achim
Uru achim b’lev sameiach
Uru achim b’lev sameiach
Uru achim b’lev sameiach
Uru achim b’lev sameiach
Uru achim uru achim
B’lev sameiach!

Oh, Dear, What Can the Matter Be?

Oh, dear, what can the matter be?
Oh, dear, what can the matter be?
Oh, dear what can the matter be?
Johny’s so long at the fair.
He promised to bring me a basket of posies,
A wreath of white lilies, a wreath of red roses,
A little straw hat to set off the blue ribbons
That tie up my bonnie brown hair.
And its Oh, dear, what can the matter be?
Oh, dear, what can the matter be?
Oh, dear what can the matter be?
Johny’s so long at the fair.

Oh, John the Rabbit

Oh, John the Rabbit,  Yes Ma’am,
Got a mighty habit,  Yes Ma’am,
Jumping in my garden, Yes Ma’am,
Cutting down my cabbage, Yes Ma’am,
My sweet potatoes,  Yes Ma’am,
My fresh tomatoes,  Yes Ma’am,
And if I live,  Yes Ma’am,
To see next fall,  Yes Ma’am,
I ain’t gonna have,  Yes Ma’am,
No cotton at all,  Yes Ma’am,

Oh, John the Rabbit,  Yes Ma’am,
Got a mighty habit,  Yes Ma’am,
Jumping up in the morning, Yes Ma’am,
Putting on his clothes,  Yes Ma’am,
His socks and shoes, Yes Ma’am,
His shirt and pants, Yes Ma’am,
And if he’s ready, Yes Ma’am,
By half past eight, Yes Ma’am,
He can go to school, Yes Ma’am,
And he won’t be late,  Yes Ma’am,

Oh, Susanna!

I come from Alabama
With my banjo on my knee,
I’m going to Louisiana, My Susanna for to see.

Chorus:
Oh, Susanna! Oh, don’t you cry for me,
For I come from Alabama with my banjo on my knee.

It rained all night the day I left,
The weather it was dry,
The sun so hot I froze to death,
Susanna Don’t you cry.
Chorus

I had a dream the other night,
When everything was still.
I thought I saw Susanna,
A-coming down the hill
Chorus

The buckwheat cake was in her mouth,
The tear was in her eye,
Says I, “I’m coming from the South.”
Susanna don’t you cry. Chorus

Old Dan Tucker

1. I come to town the other night
Heard the noise and I saw the fight.
The watchman was a-runnin’ ‘round
Cryin’ Old Dan Tucker’s come to town.

Refrain:
So git out the way, Old Dan Tucker,
You’re too late to stay for supper
Supper’s over and breakfast cookin’
Old Dan Tucker standin’ there lookin’

2. Well Old Dan, he went down to the mill
To get some meal to put in his swill.
The miller swore by the point of his knife,
That he’d never seen such a man in his life
Refrain

3. Old Dan Tucker scared a skunk,
And he fell in the fire and he kicked up a chunk
A red hot coal rolled in his shoe
And my oh my, how the ashes flew!
Refrain

4. Well Old Dan Tucker was a mighty man,
Washed his face in a fryin’ pan
Combs his hair with a wagon wheel,
And died with a toothache in his heel!
Refrain

On Top of Old Smoky

1. On top of Old Smoky
All covered with snow
I lost my true lover
For courtin’ too slow.

2. For courtin’s a pleasure
And parting is grief
And a false-hearted lover
Is worse than a thief

3. For a thief will just rob you
And take all your pay
But a false-hearted lover
Will lead you astray

Over the River and Through the Wood

Over the River and Through the Wood
To grandmother’s house we go;
The horse knows the way to carry the sleigh
Through the white and drifted snow.
Over the river and through the wood,
Oh, how the wind does blow!
It stings the toes and bites the nose
As over the ground we go.

Over the river and through the wood,
Trot fast my dapple gray!
Spring over the ground like a hunting hound,
For this is Thanksgiving Day!
Over the river and through the wood,
Now grandmother’s face I spy!
Hurrah for the fun! Is the pudding done?
Hurrah for the pumpkin Pie!

Children’s Prayer

Now I lay me down to sleep
Pray, dear Lord, my soul to keep
Watch above me, Lord I pray
Through the night ‘til break of day

Angels here beside me
Helpers here to guide me
Bless, oh Lord, our father,
Mother, sister, brother
Bless, oh Lord, that we might come
In this whole world, God bless us all!

Clementine

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

Chorus:
Oh my darling, oh my darling
Oh my darling Clementine!
You are lost and gone forever
Dreadful sorry, Clementine.

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

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

Ruby lips above the water
Blowing bubbles soft and fine
but alas I was no swimmer
So I lost my Clementine.
Choru