FOREWORD

For the first time since 1954 (when a song book was published to commemorate the Bathurst-Wagga Intercollegiate) the Publica­ tions Committee has been able to produce a Song Book which we hope will be a source of pleasure and interest to all students. We ask you to consider the variety of taste for which we had to cater and trust that we have included something that you might enjoy. The book is designed also to be closely linked to the Music course and will be used to advantage in "Sing-a- Longs" and lectures. It may also be found useful as a teaching medium and should be in a prominent position in future Music Method Books! The songs were selected mainly from the various 'Varsity and past College song books from Wagga and Armidale. We are grateful for the use of these. Gratitude must be extended to Mr. Orch­ ard, Miss O'Donnell, Adele V\Teatherall, Kaye White, Beverly Berry, Alan Lynch, Brian Bazzo, Peter Crittendon, John Hough and our artist Adrian Young. It is hoped that in future years this book will be used as a basis for bigger and better productions. Sing well, this 1s a "Sing-a-Long with Orch" made easy.

DENIS SIMOND, President Publications Committee

3 Vivant omnes virgines, COLLEGE SO:NGS Faciles, formasae! Vivant et mulieres, Dulces et amabiles, Bonae, laboriosae. Vivat et respublica GAUDEAMUS Et qui illam regit! Vivat nostra civitas, Gaudeamus igitur, l\lfaecenatum caritas, I uvenes dum sumus; Quae nos hie protegit! Post iucundum iuventutem, Post molesta1n senectutem, College Anthem --- Nos habebit humus. "COLLEGE OF THE RIVERINA'' Ubi sunt qui ante nos l . College of the Riverina, we thy students In mundo fuere? sing thy fame Vadite ad superos, Lifting hearts in exultation pay our tribute Transite ad inferos to thy fame Ubi iam fuere. ' Straining limbs to win with honour, spur­ ring minds to catch the gleam, Vita nostl·a brevis est, "\1\Te have found in each endeavour joy ancl Brevi finietur; fellowship supreme. · Venit mors velociter, 2. By the Tweed beyond the Darling, where· Rapit nos atrociter, so'er our schools may be Nomini parcetur. :Memory oft will tread the journey, "\t\Tagga Vivat Academia, College back to thee. Vivant professores; "\1\Te shall live once more our triumphs, see Vivat membrum quodlibet, a-new the vision grand, Vivant membra quaelibet, And refreshed return with vigour, valiant Semper sint in flore. to possess the land. 4 5 COLLEGE OF OURS College War Cry 11 College of ours ''YAKKA-BLUEY Pride of life to us all here striving. Yakka Bluey, Yakka Bluey, ya ya ya College of ours Mahee, Mahi, Mahom somebody Source of joy to us all here singing. 11\Thatcha kee - I - 0, whatcha kee - I - 0 So shall it be L < \1\Tagga College, \1\Tagga College When the good days are gone far from us. Ya Ya Ya Still we shall praise Com - pa - pa, Oom - pa - pa In a song and a voice of gladness. Wagga College, Wagga College College of ours K, M, K, I, Turn we to thee in love, Ya Ya Ya Blest by thy sons and they daughters from C - 0 - L - L - E - G - E, College! above. WAGGA TEACHERS COLLEGE THERE IS A COLLEGE IN THE TOWN Took an Air Force hospital Pain ted it with colours dull, There is a college in the town, in the Brieflv that describes the birth of town \1\Tagga Teachers' College. On which some people scowl and frown, Called up studes from everywhere, scowl and frown. Gave each one a cot and chair But to those who really know its greatest Told them unmade beds were rare at worth There's not a better place on earth. Wagga Teachers' Colleg~. Lectures and demonstratwns, \1\Te m~y fuss a n~ fret and worry They gave us art and .craft and speech and Do assignments m a hurry, \1\Te may tire of demonstrations stuff Till the students cried "ENOUGH!" But we do not mind. This is my advice to you , For when they send us out to Broken Hill This is what you ought to do or Bourke Get vour "D's" and "A Plus" too, At least we all will know how to work At \t\ragga Teachers' College. And we will strive to illuminate her name 6 And ever hold aloft the flame. ' IT'S A LONG WAY TO TIBOOBURRA Down by the Li-bra-ree We wander after tea, It's a long way to Tibooburra A warden comes along the path It's a long; way to go, And turns our two to three. It's a long way to Tibooburra To the smallest school I know. Chants: 'it\Tagga-ri etc. -- And turns our Goodbye Wagga College two to three. We'll remember thee; It's a long, long way to Tibooburra High overhead the black crows squark But that's where I'll be. And at our prospects drool, For blackboards call so loud and sweet From every . outback school. THE HAPPY WAGGA STUDENTS Chants: v\Tagga-ri --- From every outback 'it\Te introduce our honoured guests school. To double U.T.C. M.E.H. is our number one R.B.'s our 2 i fc. Chorus: v\Tagga-ri etc. --- R.B.'s our 2 i f c. At our front gate the ro-tun-da 'it\Tas built with toil and blood They only brought it from the park To save it from the flood. Hard by the Admin. block v\Te have a statue bright, And every time we pass her by 'it\T e strive to see the light. Chorus: v\Tagga-ri etc. -- - To save it from the light. 8 9 NEGRO SPIRITUALS GO DOWN MOSES Go clown, Moses, 'Way clown in Egypt's land; Tell ole Pharoah Let my people go. 'When Israel was in Egypt's land Let my people go; Oppressed so hard they could not stand Let my people go. Thus saith the Lord, bold Moses said; Let my people go; If not, I'll smite your first-born dead, Let my people go. No more shall they bondage toil, Let my people go; Let them come to Egypt's spoil Let my people go. The Lord told Moses what to do Let my people go; To lead the children of Israel thro' Let my people go. When they had reached the other shore Let my people go; They sang a song of triumph o'er, Let my people go. 11 SWING LOW, SWEET CHARIOT I'll sing you two-ho! Swing low, sweet chariot, comin' for to Green grow the rushes-ho. carry me home; ·what are your two-ho? Swing low, sweet chariot, comin' for to Two, two the lily-white boys, carry me home. clothed all in green-ho. One is one and all alone and I looked over Jordan and what did I see? evermore shall be so. Comin' for to carry me home. A band of Angels comin' after me I 'll sing you three-ho! Comin' for to carry me home. Green grow the rushes-ho. Swing low, sweet chariot, comin' for to W"hat are your three-ho? carry me home Three, three the rivals Swing low, sweet chariot, comin' for to Two, two the lily-whit~ boys, carry me home. clothed all in green-ho. One is one and all alone and If you get there before I ~o evermore shall be so. J es' tell my friends that I m a-comin' too. F~mr for the Gospel-makers The brightest day that e~er I saw F:ve for the. symbols at your door. When Jesus washed my sms away. Six for the SIX proud walkers I'm sometimes up and sometimes down S~ven for the seven stars in the sky and But still my soul feels heavenly boun.' Eight for the April rainers. Nine for the nine bright shiners and Ten for the Ten Commandments. GREEN GROW THE RUSHES HO Eleven for the eleven went up to I'll sing you one-ho! Heaven and Green grow the rushes-ho. Twelve for the twelve Apostles. ·what is your one-ho? One is one and all alone and evermore shall be so. 12 13 JERUSALEM And did those feet in ancient time Walk upon England's mountains green, And was the Holy Lamb of God SON'GS TO SING AROUND On England's pleasant pastures seen. And did the Countenance Divine Shine forth upon these clouded hills? THE PIANO And was .Jerusalem builcled here, Among these clark satanic hills? (or under it, or over it, or nowhere near it) Bring me my bow of burning gold Bring me my arrows of desire, Bring me my spear, 0 clouds unfold Bring me my chariot of fire. I will not cease from mental fight Nor shall my sword sleep in my hand Till we have built Jerusalem In England's green and pleasant land.

14 15 ABDUL "Oh, take your last look at sunshine and brook, And send your regard to the Czar, The sons o£ the prophet are brave men and For by this I imply that you are going to die, bold, Mr. Ivan Skavinsky-Skavar." And quite unaccustomed to fear, But the bravest by far in the ranks of the Shah Then Abdul the brute drew his trusty skabuke, Was Abdul A-Bulbul Emir. ·with a cry of "Allah Akabar!" \1\Tith murderous intent he ferociously went ·vvhen they wanted a man to encourage the van For Ivan Skavinsky-Skavar. Or shout "Attaboy" in the rear, Or to storm a redoubt, they always sent out They fought all that night, 'neath the pale For Abdul A-Bulbul Emir. yellow light The din it was heard from afar; Now the heroes were plenty and well known And the multitude came, so great was the fame to fame Of Abdul and Ivan Skavar. In the troops that were led by the Czar, But of all the most daring of fame or of name As Abdul's long knife vvas extracting the life \1\Tas Ivan Skavinsky-Skavar. -In fact he was shouting "Huzzah!"­ He felt himself struck by that wily Kalmuk, One clay this bold Russian h ad shouldered Count Ivan Skavinsky-Skavar. ·his gun And donned his most truculent sneer; The Sultan rode by in his red-breasted fly, Down-town he did go, where he trod on the toe Expecting the victor to cheer, Of Abdul A-Bulbul Emir. But he only got there to hear the last prayer Of Abdul A-Bulbul Emir. "Young man," quoth Abdul, "has life grown so dull Czar Petravich II, in his spectacles blue, That you ·wish to end your career? Rode up in his new crested car; For vile infidel, know you have trod on the toe He arrived just in time to exchange a last line 'Of Abdul A-Bulbul Emir." \1\Tith Ivan Skavinsky-Skavar. 16 17 The tomb shadows rose where the blue Volga Her mother, too, she never could stand, flows, Sing Rickety Tickety Tin, Engraved there in characters clear, Her mother, too, she never could stand, "0 stranger, when passing, pray for the soul And so a cyanide soup she planned; Of Abdul A-Bulbul Emir." Her mother died with the spoon in her A Muscovite maiden her lone vigil keeps, hand, 'Neath the light of the cold polar star, And her face in a hideous grin, And the name that she murmurs as oft as she A grin, weeps Her face in a hideous grin. Is "Ivan Skavinsky-Skavar." She set her sister's hair on fire, RICKETY TICKETY TIN Sing Rickety Tickety Tin, She set her sister's hair on fire, About a maid I'll sing a so ng, And as the flames grew higher and highe1 . Sing Rickety Tickety Tin, She danced around the funeral pyre, About a maid I'll sing a song Playing a violin, She didn't have her family long, O-lin, Not only did she do them w~ong ; Playing a violin. She did every one of them 111, Them in, She did every one of them in. She weighted her brother clown with stones. Sing Rickety Tickety Tin, One morning in a fit of pique She weighted her brother clown with stones, Sing Rickety Tickety Tin, . And sent him clown to Davey Jones, One morning, in a fit of p1que, And all they ever found was bones, She pushed her father into the creek. And occasional pieces of skin. The water tasted bad for a week, Of skin, And they had to make-do with gin, And occasional pieces of skin. With gin, . . They had to make-do wlth gm. 18 19 One day when she had nothing to do, His brow was sad, his eye beneath Sino- Rickety Tickety Tin, Upidee, upidah day when she had to do, On~ nothin~ Flashed like a falchion from its sheath She chopped her baby bro_ther m two Upideeidah, And served him up as Insh stew And like a silver clarion rung And invited the neighbours in, The accent of that unknown tongue: 'Bmn·s in, And invited the neighbours in. "0 stay," the maiden said, "and rest Upidee, upidah, And when at last the cops came by, Thy weary head upon by breast." Sing Rickety Tickety Tin, Upideeidah, And when at last the cops come by, A tear stood in his bright blne eye Her little prank she did not deny,_ But still he answer'd with a sigh. For to do so she would have to he, And lying she knew, was a sin, The traveller by the faithful hound A sin, U pi dee, upidah, And lying, she knew, was a sin. Half-buried in the snow vvas found U pideeidah, UP,IDEE Still grasping in his hand of ice That banner with the strange device: The shades of night were falling fast Upidee, upidee When through an Alpine village passed FOUNTAIN SONG Upicleeidah, I'm a fountain, I'm a fountain A youth vvho bore 'mid snow. and Ice I'm a fountain, yes I am. A banner with this strange device: And I'd rather be a fountain Than a drip. Upidee-idee-idah. Up~dee, ':lpidah Upidee-idee-idah. Upidee, Idah, I'm a suitcase, I'm a suitcase. Rr, rr, IT, rr, rr, rr, yah, yah, yah I'm a suitcase, yes I am. Upidee-idee-idah. Up~dee, ~dah, And I'd rather be a suitcase Upidee-idee-idah. Up1dee, 1dah, Than a bag. 20 21 I'm all sodden, I'm all sodden, BEER I'm all sodden, yes I am. I won't sing of sherbert and water And I'd rather be all sodden And cocoa with beer will not rhyme, Than all wet. "\~e wo~king men can:t afford champagne, I'm a thrombus, I'm a thrombus, Its a bit more than sixpence a time, But I'll sing you a song of a gargle I'm a thrombus, yes I am. A gargle that I love to hear, And I'd rather be a thrombus I allude to that grand institution Than a clot. That beautiful tonic called beer. I'm a window, I'm a window, Beer, beer, glorious beer! I'm a window, yes I am. Fill yourselves right up to here! And I'd rather be a ""indovv Drink a good deal of it, Than a pane. Make a big meal of it, Stick to your old fashioned beer! Don't be afraid of it, Drink till you're made of it, Let's put another down here! Up with the sale of it, Down with a pail of it, Glorious, glorious beer! VIVE L'AMOUR Let ev'ry good fellow now fill up his glass, Vive la campagnie! And drink to the health of our glorious class. Vive la campagnie! Vive la, vive la, vive !'amour! Vive la, vive la, vive !'amour! Vive la reine! Vive la roil 22 Vive la campagnie! Let every married man drink to his wife THAT'S WHERE MY MONEY GOES T he joy of his bosom and plague of his life. T hat's where my money goes, to buy my baby Come fill up your glasses; I'll give you a clothes toast, I buys her everything to keep her in style Here's a health to our friend, our kind, She's worth her weight in gold, my coal black worthy host. baby Since all with good humour you've toasted Say boys, that's where my money goes. so free. 'ii\Then we go walkin', she does the talkin' I hope it will please you to drink novv And when my arm's around her, how time with me. does fly She does the teasin', I do the squeezin' OH HOW I HATE GET UP IN THE Say boys, that's where my money goes. MORNING Oh, how I hate to get up in the morning She's got a pair of eyes just like two custard pies Oh, how I'd love to remain in bed · And when she looks at me I sure get a thrill For the hardest blow of all She's got a pair of lips just like potato chips. Is to hear the bugler call- She's got a pair of legs just like two whisky keas You've got to get up, you've got to get up And when they knock together, oh, what a sou;d You've got to get up in the morning. She:s got a pair of hips j~st li~e two battleships Some clay I'm going to murder the bugler Shes got a bulb<;ms nose, JUSt hke a big red rose, Some clay they're going to find him dead And when ~he hghts go out, it really does shine I'll amputate his reveille She wears s1lk underwear, I wear my latest pair. And step upon it heavily OH HOW HE LIED And spend the rest of my life in bed. He sat down beside her and smoked his Oh, how I hate to -- - cigar Oh, boy the minute the battle is over Smoked his cigar, smoked his cigar Oh, boy the minute the foe is dead He sat clown beside her and smoked his I'll put my uniform away and move to cigar Philadelphia Smoked his cigar-r-r. And spend the rest of my life in bed. 25 She sat their beside him and played her ALOUETTE guitar He told her he loved her, but oh how he Alouette, gentille Alouette Alouette, ye te plumerai lied She told him she loved him, but she did J e te plumerai la tete, Je te plumerai la tete, not lie. A le tete, a la tete, Oh! They were to be married, but she ups Alouette, gentille Alouette and dies. Je te plumerai le bee, He went to the funeral, but just for the Je te plumerai le bee, ride. A la tete, a la tete Oh! She went up to heaven, and flip-flop she flied (le nex, les yeoux, les ailes, le dos, les jambes, He went down below her, and sizzled and les piecls.) fried, . The moral of this tale is never to he ANCHORS A WE;IGH Or you, too, may perish, and sizzle and fry. Anchors aweigh my boys Anchors aweigh, COLLEGE TIME Farewell to College joys It's college time and the whizzin' i.s e~sy We sail at break of day, day, day, day Students are working and Myrtles hghts 'Tis our last leave on shore shine Toast to the foam "\1\Tetheral's rich and the students are beggin' And 'til we meet again So hush little whizzer don't you cry. Here's wishing you a happy voyage home. One of these mornings you're gonna wake up teaching . And you'll spread you're wmgs HAPPY WANDERER And you'll take to the sky. . I love to go a wandering Until that morning there 1s notlung can Along the mountain track harm you And as I go, I long to sing "\1\Tith Morrie and Fannie stanclin' by. My knap-sack on my back. 26 27 Val-de-ri, Val-de-ra, THE WARDENS AND THE STUDENTS Val-de-ri SHOULD BE FRIENDS Val-de-ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ChoTus: Val-de-ri, Val-de-ra, College folk should stick together My knap-sack on my back. College folk should all be pals Students whizz all the pretty wardens I love to wander by the stream v\Tardens whizz all the students' gals. T hat dances in the sun So joyously it calls to me (sung after each verse) "Come! Join my happy song!" Oh, the ·wardens and the students should be friends ("Come! Join my happy song!") The wardens and the students sho11ld be be friends I wave my hat to all I meet Students sit around on benches And they wave back to me, vVardens break up all the clinches And blackbirds call so loud and sweet That's no reason why they can't be friends. From ev-ry ·greenwood tree. I'd like to say a word for the students They often undergo unfair chastisement (From ev-ry greenwood tree.) They all sneak in the back way Just at the break of day High overhead, the sky-larks wing, It's no wonder that we penalise them. They never rest at home . But just like me, they love to smg­ I'd like to say a word for the wardens As o'er the world we roam. Although in looks they're rather plain and homely . (As o'er the world we roam.) They all have hearts of gold And the virtues they uphold 28 It's no wonder that their nights are lonely. 29 I'd like to say a word for the students Saturday and I'm so broke Their hours are full of work and tests and C~uldn't buy a girl a nickel coke quizzes Sull I'm living like a millionaire. Every day that passes, When ~ t~ke me down the back path They're devoted to their classes And I I evlew the harem parading for me there. But at night they're breaking curfew with Chorus: Repeat first line of chorus (l) . their whizzes. STANDING ON THE BACK PATH Standing on the back path Underneath the spring-time sky Chants: Brother you can't go to jail for what you're Standing on the backpath watching all the thinking girls go by. (repeat) Or the (whistle) look in your eye. Brother you don't know a nicer occupation You're only standing etc. l\i[atter of fact neither do I, than standing on the back path watching all the girls, watching all the girls, watching all the girls go by. WHAT A SWELL SYSTEM THIS IS J'm the cat that got the cream, Haven't got a girl, but I can dream, haven't My1 ·tle got a girl, but I can wish, so I take me clown Introduction. the back w·ay, And that's where I select my imaginary dish. Have you heard it's in the stars From July we could go in bars. Chams: Repeat first line of chorus (1). CIIOHIS Standing on the back path giving all the girls the eye. \!\Tell did you ever Brother if you've got a rich imagination ·what a swell system this is! Give it a whirl Give it a try Have you heard it's good to be Try standing on the back path, etc. Not run down by sobriety. 30 31 Chants Chants It's great, it's grand, it's wonderland What bars, what joints More grog, late nights What loss of points The students have rights. What gaiety '!\That sights you see I'm sure you'll agree When hours are free That French Champagne! That Bar room rum So good for the brain Kindly don't fall over chum. T hat band, it's the end. Chorus Kindly don't fall clown my friend Have you heard Have you heard that Kambu Dorm The Systems fine Took the Btma girls by storm. We can stay in bed full time. Chmus Chants Have you heard That (Millie) Starr Have you heard that we've lost weight Just got punched in the Astor Bar. Guess it's cos we stay up too late. Chonts

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

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

32 OLD FOLK SONGS SKYE BOAT SONG GRANDFATHER'S CLOCK Speed bonnie boat, like a bird on the wing My grandfather's clock was too large for "Onward," the sailors cry! the shelf, Carry the lad that's born to be King So it stood ninety years on the floor; Over the sea to Skye! It was taller by half than the old man himself Loud the winds howl, loud the waves roar Tho' it weighed not a pennyweight more. Thunder clouds rend the air It was bought on the morn of the day that Baffled our foes stand on the shore, he was born Follow they will not dare. And was always his treasure and pri_de; But it stopped, short, never to go agam, Though the waves leap, soft shall ye sleep When the old man died. Ocean's a royal bed; Ninety years without slumbering, tick, Rocked in the deep, Flora will keep tock, t, t, Watch by your weary head. His life seconds numbering t, t, t, t, It stopped, short, never to go again Many's the lad fought on that clay When the old man died. \Vell the claymore could wield My grandfather said that of those he When the night came, silently lay could hire Dead on Culloden's field. Not a servant so faithful be found For it wasted no time and had but one Burned are our homes, exile and death desire Scatter the loyal men; At the close of each week to be wound. Yet, e'er the sword cool in the sheath And it kept in its place, not a frown upon Charlie will come again. its face, And its hands never hung by its side, But it stopped, short, 34 35 THERE IS A TAVERN IN THE TOWN ROAD TO THE 'ISLES There is a tavern in the town, in the town, . And there my true love sits him down, sits A far croonin' is a pullin' me away him down, As take I wi' my cromak to the road And drinks his wine 'mid laughter free The far Coolins are puttin' love on me And never, never thinks of me. As step I wi' the sunlight for my load.

Fare thee well, for I must leave thee, Chorus Do not let the parting grieve thee. And remember that the best of friends must Sure by Tummel and Loch Rannach and part, must part Lochaber I will go Adieu, adieu, kind friends, adieu, adieu, By heather tracks wi' heaven in their vviles; adieu. If it's t~in_kin' in your inner hearts brag- I can no longer stay with you, stay with you, gart s 111 my step I'll hang myLharp on a weeping willow tree, You've never smelt the tangle o' the Isles And may the world go well with thee. Oh, the far Coolins are puttin' love on me As step I wi' my cromak to the Isles. He left me for a damsel dark, damsel dark, Each Friday night they used to spark, used It's by Shiel water the track is to the west to spary, By Allport and by Mortar to the seas And now my love, once true to me, The cool cresses I am thinkin' o' for pluck Takes that dark damsel on his knee. And bracken for a wink on Mother knee.

Oh! dig my grave both wide and deep, wide It's ~he blue Islands are pullin' me away and deep, The1r laughter puts the leap upon the lame. Put tombstones at my head and feet, head The blue Islands from the Skerries to the and feet, Lews And on my breast carve a turtle-dove, vVi' heather honey taste upon each name. To signify I died of love. 36 37 THE BLUE TAIL FLY THE LINCOLNSHIRE POACHER

·when I was young I used to wait ·when I was bound apprentice in famous Lin­ On master and give him his plate, colnshire, And pass the bottle when he got dry, Full well I serv'd my master for more than And brush away the blue tail fly. . seven years Jimmy crack corn and I don't care (3 times) Till I took. up to poaching as you shall quickly My Master's gone away. hear: And when he'd ride in the afternoon Oh, 'tis my delight on a shining night in the I'd follo·w after with a hickory broom; season of the year. The pony being rather shy . ·when bitten by the blue tail fly. As me and my companions were setting of a snare, On day he ride around the f~rm 'Twas then we spied the gamekeeper, for him The flies so numerous they did swarm we did not care Once chanced to bite the pony's thigh; For we can wrestle and fight, my boys and The devil take the blue tail fly jump o'er anywhere The pony run, he ju~p, he pitch, Oh, 'tis my delight on a shining night in the He threw my master m the drtch season of the year. My master died, and they w~mdered why; The verdict was-the blue tail fly . As me and my companions were setting of a snare T hey lay him under a 'simmon tree; And, taking on 'em up again, we caught a hare His epitath is there to see; . alive "Beneath this stone I'm forced to he, We took the hare alive, my boys and through Victim of the blue tail fly." the woods did steer; Oh, 'tis my delight on a shining night in the season of the year.

38 39 I threw him on my shoulder, and then we In Derry Vale, amid the Foyle's dark waters trudged home, . , d The salmon leap above the surging weir vVe took him to a neighbours house and sol The seabirds call, I still can hear them him for a crown. . calling Vve sold him for a crown, my boys, but I did In night's long dreams of those so dear. not tell you where; . . Oh, tarrying years, fly faster ever faster Oh, 'tis my delight on a shining mght In the I long to see the vale beloved so well season of the year. I long to know that I am not forgotten And there at home-in peace t-o dwell. Success to ev'ry gentleman that lives in Lin- colnshire, 1 Success to ev'ry poacher that wants to ~ell a lare, DANNY BOY Bad luck to ev'ry gamekeeper that will not sell Oh, Danny Boy, the pipes, the pipes are calling his deer From glen to glen and down the mountain side Oh, 'tis my delight on a shining night in the The summer's gone and all the roses falling season of the year. It's you, it's you must go, and I must bide But come ye back when summer's in the meadow IN DERRY VALE Or when the valley's hushed and white with snow In Derry Vale, beside the singing river It's here I'll be in sunshine or in shadow So oft I strayed, ah many years ago_ . Oh, Danny Boy, oh, Danny Boy, I love you so! And culled at morn the golden daffodilhes That came with Spring to set the world But when ye come and all the fiow'rs are dying aglow . If I am dead, as dead I well may be Oh Derry Vale, my thoughts are ever Ye'll come and find the place where I am lying turning . . _ And kneel and say an Ave there for me. To your broad stream and £any-ended le_a And I shall hear, tho' soft and tread above me For your green isles my exiled heart IS And all my grave will warmer, sweeter be yearning For you will bend and tell me that you love me So far away across the sea. And I shall sleep in peace until you come to me. 40 41 OLD FATHER THAMES The best way, a Heaven bless'd way, just try to be always kind, T here's some folks who always worry and some It doesn't matter what the rest say, yo u're folks who never care, bound to leave them far behind. But in this world of rush and hurry, it matters It's your job to do your duty; be faithful to all neither here nor there. your friends. Be steady and realistic, don't hanker for gold For England and Home and Beauty; and Old or gems, Father Thames. Be carefree and optimistic, like Old Father Thames. GREEN SLEEVES Alas, my love, you do me wrong To cast me off discourteously; Chorus: And I have loved you so long Delighting in your company. High in the hills, down in the dales, happy and fancy free, Greensleeves was all my joy, Old Father Thames keeps rolling along, down Greensleeves was my delight to the mighty sea. . Greensleeves was my heart of gold '!\That does he know, what does he care? Notlung And who but my lady Greensleeves? for you or me. If you intend thus to disdain Old Father Thames keeps rolling along, clown It does the more enrapture me to the mighty sea. And even so, I shall remain He never seems to worry, doesn't care for For- A lover in captivity. tune's fame, . Alas, my love, that you should own He never seems to hurry, but he gets there JUSt A heart of wanton vanity the same. So must I meditate alone Kingdoms may come, Kingdoms may go, what­ Upon your insincerity. ever the end may be, Old Father Thames keeps rolling along, down Ah, Greensleeves now farewell adieu to the mighty sea. To God I pray to prosper thee For I am still thy lover true 42 Come once again and love me. JOHN PEEL EARLY ONE MORNING D'ye ken John Peel with his coat so gay? D'ye ken John Peel at the b;eak of day? Early one morning, just as the sun was nsmg, D'ye ken John Peel when he s. far, far away, I heard a maid sing in the valley below. vVith his hounds and his horn in the Oh, don't deceive me, morning? Oh, never leave me, How could you use a poor maiden so? 'Twas the sound of his horn called me from Oh, gay is the garland and fresh are the roses ~~~ . . And the cry of his hounds has me oft-times led, I've culled from the garden to bind on thy brow. For Peel's view-hollo would waken the ~ead Remember the vows that you made to your Yes or a fox from his lair in the mornmg. Mary, Remember the bower where you vowed to be Yes, I ken John Peel and Ruby, too! be true. Ranter and Ringwood, Bellman and True,. T hus sang the poor maiden her sorrows be­ From a find to a check, from a check to ~ view wailing From a view to a death in the mornmg. Thus sang the poor maid in the valley below. Then there's to John Peel from my heart and WHAT SHALL WE DO WITH THE soul, . h b DRUNKEN SAILOR Let's drink to his health, let's fimsh t e ow1 '1\Te'll follow John Peel thro' fair and thr?' foul v\That shall we do with the drunken sailor If we want a good hunt in the mornmg. What shall we do with the drunken sailor What shall we do with the drunken sailor Early in the morning? D'ye ken John Peel with his coat so gay? He liv'd at Troutbeck once on a day; Chorus: Now he has gone far, far, far awar . Hoo-rah and up she rises We shall ne'er hear his voice m the Hoo-rah and up she rises morning. Hoo-rah and up she rises 44 Early in the morning. 45 Hoist him up in a running bowline (3) . And good-bye, fare you well, all you ladies Early in the morning. of town. '1\Te've left you enough for to buy a silk Cl10nts: Hoo-rah and up she rises, etc. gown. Put him in a long boat and make him So it's pack up your donkey and get under bale her (3 times) . way. Early in the morning. The girls we are leaving can take our half-pay. Clwrus: Hoo-rah and up she rises, etc. Put him in a long boat till he gets Now, you Bowery ladies, we'd have you to sober (3 times) . know Early in the morning. ' 'Ve're bound to the Southward; 0 Lord let us go. Chorus: Hoo-rah and up she rises, etc. SANTA LUCIA Now, 'neath the silver moon RIO GRANDE Ocean is glowing O'er the calm billow I'll sing you a song of the fish of the sea. Soft winds are blowing Oh, Rio And we're bound for the Rio Grande. Here balmy zephyrs blow Pure joys invite us, Then away, love away, And as we gently row ''1\Tay clown Rio, All things delight us. So fare ye well, my pretty young gal, Har, how the sailor's cry For we're bound for the Rio Grande. .T oyously echoes nigh Oh, say, were you ever in Rio Grande. Santa Lucia! Santa Lucia! It's there that the river flows down golden Home of the fair Poesy, sand. Realm of pure harmony Santa Lucia! Santa Lucia! 46 47 '!\Then o'er the waters 0 Madam, in your face is beauty Light winds are playing On your lips red roses grow; Thy spell can soothe us '!\Till you take me for your husband? All care allaying Madam, answer yes or no. To thee, sweet Napoli, What charms are given 0 Madam, since you are so cruel '!\There smiles creation And that you do scorn me so Toil blest by heaven. If I may not be your husband, Madam, will you let me go? Har, how the sailor's cry Joyously echoes nigh ' 0 hark! I hear the church bells ringing, Santa Lucia! Santa Lucia! ·will you come and be my wife? Santa Lucia! Santa Lucia! ' Or, dear Madam, have you settled Home of fair Poesy, To live single all your life? Realm of pure harmony Santa Lucia! Santa Lucia! r 0 NO JOHN On yonder hill there stands a creature, '1\Tho she is I do not know; ~ rL I'll go ask her hand in marriage, She must answer yes or no. 0, no John, no John, no John, no! My father was a Spanish captain, l I 1 Went to sea a month ago; First he kissed me, then he left me, ( SCRDND Bid me always answer no. 48 ' 49 COMMUNITY SONGS THE FLORAL DANCE As I walked home on a summer's night When stars in heaven were shining bright Far away from the footlight's glare Into the sweet and scented air Of a quaint old Cornish town. Borne from afar on the gentle breeze Joining the murmur o~ summer seas Distant tones of an old-world dance Played by the village band perchance On the calm air came floating down. I thought I could hear the curious tone Of the clarinet, cornet and big trombone Fiddle, cello, big bass drum, Bassoon, flute and euphonium Far away as in a trance I heard the sound of the Floral Dance And soon I heard such a bustling and prancing And then I saw the whole village was dancing In and out of the houses they came Old folk, young folk, all the same, In that quaint old Cornish town. Every boy took a girl round the waist And hurried her off in tremendous haste, '"'hether they knew one another I care not '1\Thether they cared at all I know not But they kissed as they danced-along. 51 And there was the band with the cunous RED RIVER VALLEY tone Of the cornet, clarinet and big trombone From this valley they say they are going Fiddle, cello, big bass drum, I v\Te will miss your bright eyes and sweet Bassoon, flute and euphonium smile Each one making the most of his dance For they say you are taking the sunshine All together in the Floral Dance 11\Thich has brightened our pathway a while. I felt so lonely standing there And I could, only stand and stare Come and sit by my side if you love me For I had no boy with me Do not hasten to bid me adieu Lonely I would have to be. ( But remember the Red River Valley In that quaint old Cornish town, And the girl that has loved you so true. ·when suddenly hast'ning down the lane A figure I saw I know quite plain 11\Ton't you think of the valley you're leaving With outstretched hands he came along Oh, how lonely, how sad it will be, And carried me into that merry thong Oh, think of the fond heart your breaking And fiddle and all went dancing-down And the grief you are causing to me. vVe danced to the band with the curious tone From this valley they say you are going; Of the cornet, clarinet and big trombone When you go, may your darling go, too? Fiddle, cello, big bass drum Would you leave her behind unprotected, Bassoon, flute and euphonium w·hen she loves no other but you? II Each one making the most of his chance. Altogether in the Floral Dance Dancing here, prancing there, As you go to your home by the ocean May you never forget those sweet hours, Jigging, jogging everywhere Up and down and round the town That we spent in the Red River Valley Hurrah for the Cornish Floral Dance. And the love we exchanged 'mid the flowers.

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I DAISY THE KERRY DANCE 0 the days of the Kerry dancing, Daisy, Daisy, the Coppers are after you 0 the ring of the piper's tune! If they catch you, they'll give you a year 0 for one of those hours of gladness, or two, Gone, alas! like our youth, too soon. They'll string you with wire Behind the Black Maria, ·when the boys began to gather, So ring your bell In the glen of a summer night And peddle like And the Kerry piper's tuning For the Coppers are after you. Made us long with wild delight f 0 to think of it, 0 to dream of it NUT BROWN MAIDEN Fills my heart with tears! Ho-ro, my nut brown maiden, 0 the days of the Kerry dancing, Hi-ri, my nut brown maid, 0 the ring of the piper's tune! Ho-ro, ro maiden, 0 for one of those hours of gladness For she's the maid for me. Gone, alas! like our youth, too soon. Her eyes so mildly beaming, P'EDRO THE FISHERMAN Her look so frank and free Pedro the fisherman was always whistling, such There's ne'er a lowland maiden a merry call Can lure mine eyes from thee. Girls who were passing by would hear him whistling, by the harbour wall. In Glasgow and Dunedin But his sweetheart Nina who, loved him true, Are maidens fair to see always knew, that his song belonged to her II But ne'er a lowland maiden alone. Could lure mine eyes from thee. And in the evening when the lights were gleam· And when with blossoms laden ing, and they had to part, Bright summer comes again As he sailed his boat away, echoing across the I'll fetch my nut brown maiden bay, came the tune that lingered in her Down from the bonnie glen. heart. 54 55 The days of dreaming quickly pass and life goes Suddenly she found her man, from the church, rushing on and one day from the harbour out she ran. wall she found his boat had gone, There he was upon the harbour wall He'd sailed away to find the gold the sea could Down rushed the wedding guests upon the never bring quayside, but the bride had gone To buy a dress, a cuckoo clock, a saucepan As with love she sailed away, echoeing across and a ring. the bay, came the happy ending- to her song. She kept her eyes on the blue horizon, but he didn't return EMMENTAL She stopped her sighing and left off her crying, but he didn't return- There is no place in the wide world One day her father said to her "0 dearest Half so fair as Emmental daughter mine, you never make a lot from And the maidens of the valley Are as fair as Emmental fish,~ vou make much more from wine, Though Miguel is rather fat, his vineyards are Chants: doing O.K. so marry him and let your Hol-di-ri-di-a ri-ho dreams of Pedro go away." Hol-di-ri-di-a ri-ho Hol-di-ri-di-a ri-ho The organ peels, the choir boys sing, the priest Hol-di-ri-di-a ho. is ready w·ith the Book and ring, There are no 1nen firmer, stronger So small and white, here comes the bride, and Than the men of Emmental stands by swarthy Miguel's side-"Will you And the maidens of the valley have this man to be your lawful spouse Love the men of Emmental. · eternally" and suddenly the church is still, Chorus: they wait to hear her say "I will" when through the open doorway there, a far-off There is ever friendly greeting sound disturbs the air (whistle) . In the vale of Emmental And the maidens of the valley Are as kind as Emmental. Chorus: 56 57 , The reason why I chuckles so Is very plain to see, 'Cause when I dig the bodies up The worms crawl over me. I'm Happy Jack the Cannibal I boils the bodies up The bones crush easily. I'm Happy .Jack the Sailor The passengers get sick They're sick al over me. I'm Happy Jack the Hangman Hangs the bodies up Their eyes pop out at me.

HAPPY JACK THE SAINTS I'm Happy Jack the Ripper I'm happy as can be ·w·e are travelling in the footsteps And ·when I goes a-rippin' Of those who went before I chuckles gleefully. And we'll all be re-united The reason why I chuckles so On that far and distant shore. Is very plain to see 0 when the saints go marching in 'Cause when I rips the bodies up 0 when the saints go marching in The blood spurts over me. 0 Lord, I want to be in that number I'm Happy Jack the Spludger '!\Then the saints go marching in. I'm happy as can be 0 when the sun begins to shine - And when I goes a spludgin' I chuckles gleefully. 0 when the trumpet sounds its call - 58 59

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I Some day this world o£ trouble One grasshopper jumped right over the Is the only one we need other grasshopper's back (3 times) But I'm waiting for that moment And his soul goes marching on, "'\!\Then the new world is revealed They were only playing leap frog (3 times) As one grasshopper jumped right over the 0 when the new world is revealed other grasshopper's back. 0 when the saints go marching in - One mosquito bit the other mosquito on the back (3 times) And his soul goes marching on. LITTLE BROWN JUG T hey were only playing cannibal (3 times) As one mosquito bit the other mosquito on My vvife and I lived all alone, the back. In a little hut we called our own She loved gin and I loved rum. THERE'S A HOLE IN MY BUCKET I tell you what, "'\Ne'd lots of fun. There's a hole in my bucket, dear Liza, dear Liza, Ha, ha, ha, you and me, There's a hole in my bucket, dear liza, a hole. Little brown jug don't I love thee; Then mend it, dear Georgie, dear Georgie, dear Ha, ha, ha, you and me Georgie Little brown jug don't I love thee. Then mend it, dear Georgie, dear Georgie, 'Tis you who make my friends my foes mend it. 'Tis you who make me wear old clothes; With what shall I mind it, dear Liza, dear Liza? Here you are, so near my nose With what shall I mend it, dear Liza, with what? So tip her up and down she goes. ·with a straw, dear Georgie, dear Georgie, dear The rose is red, my nose is too, Georgie. The violet's blue and so are you "With a straw, dear Georgie, dear Georgie, with And yet I guess before I stop a straw. "'\1\Te'd better take another drop. 61 60 r The straw is too long, clear Liza, clear Liza. I A-ROV·IMG Then cut it, clear Georgie, dear Georgie, dear In Amsterdam there lives a maid Georgie. I Mark well what I do say, In Amsterdam there lives a maid, ' 'Vith what shall I cut it dear Liza, dear Liza? And she is mistress of her trade. '1\Tith a knife, dear Georgie, dear George, dear Georgie. I'll go no more a-roving from you sweet maid, The knife is too blunt, dear Liza, dear Liza. A-roving, a-roving, Then sharpen it, dear George, clear Georgie, Since rovin's been my ru-eye-in, dear Georgie. I'll go no more a-roving from you sweet With what shall I sharpen it, dear Liza, clear maid. Liza? Her eyes are like two stars so bright '1\Tith a stone, clear Georgie, dear Georgie, clear Mark well what I do say, Georgie. Her eyes are like two stars so bright The stone is too dry, dear Liza, dear Liza. Her face is fair, her step is light. Then wet it, dear George, dear Georgie, dear Her cheeks are like the rosebud red, Georgie. Mark well what I do say, With what shall I wet it, clear Liza, dear Liza? Her cheeks are like the rosebud red, "'Tith water, dear Georgie, clear Georgie, dear There's wealth of hair upon her head. Georgie. With love for her my heart did burn, In what shall I wet it, clear Liza, dear Liza? . Mark well what I do say, In a bucket, clear Georgie, dear Georgie, dear With love for her my heart did burn Georgie. And I thought she loved me in return. There's a hole in my bucket, dear Liza, dear But when my money was gone and spent, Liza. Mark well what I do say, Then mend it, clear Georgie, dear Georgie, dear But when my money was gone and spent, Georgie. Then off on her ear away she went. 62 63 By this I have a lesson learnt r Mark well what I do say I COME FROM ALABAMA By this I have a lesson learnt I And I'll keep the money that I have ean1t. I come hom Alabama with my banjo on my knee I'se gwan to Lou'sianna, my true lub for to see It rained all night de day I left, de wedder it LIFE ON THE OCEAN WAVE was dry; Oh, a life on the ocean wave, The sun so hot, I froze to death, Susanna, don't Oh, a home on the rolling deep, you cry. '!\There the scattered waters And the winds their revels keep Oh, Susanna, do not cry for me, Like an eagle caged I pine I come from Alabama with my banjo on my On this dull unchanging shore knee. Oh give me the flashing brine The ·winds and their revels roar, 0-h I had a dream de udder night, when ebryting A life on the ocean wave, was still Oh, a home on the rolling deep I though I saw Susanna clear, a coming clown '!\There the scattered waters leap de hill And the winds their revels keejJ. The buckwheat cake was in her mouf, de tear II "~

I soon will be in New Orleans and den I'll look all 'round And when I find Susanna, I'll fall upon de ground But if I do not find her, then I'll surely die, But when I'm dead and buried, Susanna, don't you . cry.

65 COMIN' ROUND THE MOUNTAIN MANDALAY

She'll be comin' round the mountain, when By the old Moulmein Pagoda, lookin' lazy at she comes the sea She'll be comin' round the mountain, when There's a Burma girl a-sittin' and I know she she comes. thinks of me She'll be comin' round the mountain, blowin' For the wind is in the palm trees and the steam off like a fountain, temple bells they say: She'll be comin' round the mountain, when she comes. "Come you back, you British soldier; corne yo u back to Mandalay!" She'll be ridin' six white horses, when she Come you back to M:mdalay comes (etc.). Where the old Flotilla lay Can't you hear their paddles chunk.in' front She'll be wearin' pink pypmas, vvhen she Rangoon to Mandalay? comes (etc.). On the road to Mandalay, 'ii\There the fiyin' fishes play 0, we'll all go out to meet her when she An' the dawn comes up like thunder outer comes (repeat) . China 'cross the Bay! Oh, we'll all go out to meet her, and we'll all be glad to see h er, Ship me somewheres east of Suez, where the Oh, well' all go out to meet her, when she comes. best is like the worst. 'iNhere there ain't no Ten Commandments, an' Oh, ·we 'll kill the old reel rooster, 'cause he a man can raise a thirst: For the temple bells are callin,' an' its there that don't crow like he uster. Oh, we'll all h ave chicken and dumplins', 'cause I would be- By the old Moulmein Pago, lookin' lazy at we all have chicken to clump in. the sea. Lookin' lazy at the sea. 66 67 TIRITOMBA OPEN ROAD Roaming free as the breeze It is festa time the villagers are dancing \!\That's to stop me or why To a melody entrancing I can live as I please See them all so lightly swaying bright eyes Open road, open sky. (twice through) glancing AIN'T SHE SWEET Lit with mirth and gaiety Ain't she sweet? See her coming clown Tiritomba, tiritomba the street Life is full and fair when hearts are young Now I ask you very confidentially and gay Ain't she sweet? Tiritomba, Tiritomba, sing and dance your J\in't she nice? Look her over once or tvvice cares away. Now I ask you very confidentially On the grand canal the coloured lights are gleaming Ain"t she nice? Just cast an eye - In her direction, Oh me, oh my Ove11Iead the moon is beaming Ain't that perfection, Many hearts with joy of love are dreaming As they pass the happy hours I re-peat, Don't you think that's kind of neat, Tiritomba, Tiritomba, life is full and fair when And I ask you very confidentially hearts are young and gay Ain't she sweet? Tiritomba, Tiritomba, sing and dance your cares away. BILL BAILEY "'ii\Ton't you come home, Bill Bailey, won't you Then at midnight when the carnival is ending come home?" And the twinkling stars are fading She moans the whole day long, Every man and maid is homeward wending 'Til do de cooking, darling, I'll pay de rent; Happy hearts filled with delight I knows I've done you wrong Tiritomba, Tiritomba, life is full and fair when 'Member dat rainy eve dat I drove you out hearts are young and gay Wid nothing but a fine-tooth comb! Tiritomba, Tiritomba, sing and dance your I know I's to blame cares away. 'ii\Tell, ain't that a shame? 69 Biii Bailey, won't you please come home?" t

CLEMENTINE In my dreams she still doth haunt me Robed in garlands soaked in brine; In a cavern, in a canyon Though in life I used to hug her, Excavating for a mine Now she's dead I draw the line. Dwelt a miner, forty-niner And his daughter Clementine. How I missed her, how I missed her, How I missed my Clementine Oh my darling, oh my darling But I kissed her little sister, Oh my darling Clementine And forgot my Clementine. Thou art lost and gone forever Dreadful sorry, Clementine. SHENANDOAH Light she was and like a fairy 0 Shenandoah, I long to hear you And her shoes were number nine Away, you rolling river, Herring boxes without topses 0 Shenandoah, I long to hear you Sandals were for Clementine. Away, I'm bound to go, 'Cross the wide Missouri. Drove she ducklings to the water 0 Shenandoah, I love your daughter Every morning just at nine For her I've crossed the rolling water. Hit her foot against a splinter Fell into the foaming brine. 'Tis seven long years since last I saw thee, 'Tis seven long years since last I saw thee. Saw her lips above the water Seven long years I courted Sally Blowing bubbles mighty fine Seven more I longed to have her. But alas! I was no swimmer So I lost my Clementine. 0 Shenandoah, I took a notion, To sail acress the stormy ocean. Then the miner,, forty-niner Farewell, my dear, I'm bound to leave you Soon began to peak and pine; 0 Shenandoah, I'll not deceive you. Thought her oughter join his daughter Now he's with his Clementine. 0 Shenandoah, .1 long to hear you. 0 Shenandoah, I long to hear you. 70 71 WESTERING HOME DONKEY'S SERENADE vVestering home and a song in the air Light in the eye and its good-bye to care There's a song in the air, but the sweet Laughter of love and a welcoming there Senorita doesn't seem to care for the song in Isle of my heart, my own one. the air So I'll sing to the mule if you're sure Tell o' lands o' the Orient gay She won't think that I am just a fool Speak o' the riches and joys o~ ~~thay Serenading a mule. Aye, but its grand to be wakm 1lk clay Amigo mia does she not have a dainty bray To find yourself nearer to Isla She'd love to sing it too if only she knew the way And it's westering home etc. But try as she may in her voice there's a flaw vVhere are the folk like the folk of the west And all that my darling can say, is Canty and couthy and kindly, the best Hee-haw- There would I hie me and there would I Senorita, Donkeysita not so fleet as a mosquito rest but so sweet as my Chicquita, At home with my ain folk at Isla. You 're the one for me. And it's V\Testering home etc. GENDARMES' DUET DOWN ON THE FARM How 'ya gonna keep 'em clown on the farm, \ tVe're public guardians bold and wary After they've seen Paree, And of our lives we take good care, How 'ya gonna keep 'em away from Broad- To risk our precious lives we're chary way, \!\Then danger looms we're never there. Jazzin around, and pain tin' the town But when we meet a helpless woman How 'ya gonna keep 'em away from harm, Or little boys who do no harm, That's a mystery- V\Te run them, we run them in, They'll never want to see a rake or a plough V\Te run them, we run them in, And who the deuce can parly-vous with \ t\Te show them we're the bold gendarmes. a cow \ t\Te run them in, we run them in, How 'ya gonna keep 'em clown on the farm \1\Te show them we're the bold gendarmes. After they've seen Paree. 73 SOMEWHERE OVER THE RAINBOW Just turn me loose let me straddle mv old Somewhere over the rainbow saddle under the western skies · Way up high On my cayuse let me wander over yonder There's a land that I heard of, once m a till I see the mountain rise, lullaby. I want to ride to the ridge where the Somewhere over the rainbow, skies are blue west commences, And dreams that you care to dream Gaze at the moon till I lose my senses, Really do come true. Can't look at hovels and I can't stand fences Someday I'll wish upon a star and Don't fence me in. "\!\Take up where the clouds are far Behind me "\!\There troubles melt like lemon drops WORKIN' ON THE RAILROAD Away above the chimney tops Oh, I was born in Mobile town, a workin' on That's where you'll find me, the levee; Somewhere over the rainbow All clay I roll de cotton clown, a workin' on the Way up high levee. Birds fly over the rain bow I used to have a clog named Bill, a workin' on "\!\Thy, oh why can't I? the levee; He ran away, but I'm still here, a workin' DON'T FENCE ME IN on the levee. Give me land, lots of land Under starry skies above, don't fence me in. I've been workin' on the railroad, all the live­ Let me ride through the wide long clay; Open country that I love, don't fence me in. I've been workin' on the railroad, just to pass Let me be by myself in the evening breeze the time away, Listen to the murmur of the cottonwood Don'tcha hear the whistle blowin' rise up so trees early in the morn, Send me off forever but I ask you please, Don'tcha hear the captain shoutin', "Dinah, Don't fence me 111 . blow your horn." 74 75 Dinah won'tcha blow, Dinah won'tcha blow Aux armes, citoyens! Formez vos Dinah won'tcha blow your ho-o-orn? ' bataillons Dinah won'tcha blow, Dinah won'tcha blow Marchons, marchons! Dinah won'tcha blow your horn? ' Qu'un sang impur abreuve nos siJ Ions! Someone's in the kitchen with Dinah, someone's .-\.mour sacre de la patrie, in the kitchen I kno-o-ow, Conduis soutiens nos bras vengeurs; Someone's in the kitchen with Dinah, strummin' Liberte, liberte, cherie on his old banjo. Combats avec tes clefenseurs! Combats avec tes defenseurs! Fee-fie, ficldl-e-i-o, fee, fie- fiddl-e-i-o-o-o-o Sous nos clrapeaux que la victoire Fee-fie, ficlcll-e-i-o, strummin' on the old banjo. Accoure a tes males accents: Que tes ennemis expirants I love Dinah Lee, I love Dinah Lee-ee-ee-ee Voient ton triomphe et notre gloire! I love Dinah Lee, but Dinah, she don't love me. Someone's making love to Dinah, someone's AULD LANG SYNE makin' love I kno-o-ow. Should auld acquaintance be forgot, Someone's makin' love to Dinah, 'cause I can't And never brought to min'? hear the old banjo. Should old acquaintance be forgot, And days o' auld lang syne? Allons, enfants de la patrie For auld lang syne, my clear, Le jour de gloire est arrive! For ald lang syne; Contre nous de la tyrannie We'll tak' a cup o' kindness yet, L'etandarcl sanglant est level For auld lang syne. L'etandarcl sanglant est level And here's a hand, my trusty fiere, Entendez-vous clans les campagnes And gie's a hand o' mine, Mugir ces feroces soldats? And we'll tak' a richt guid willie waught Ils viennent, jusgue clans nos bras For auld lang syne! Egorger nos fils, et nos compagnes' 76 77 T -

And surely ye'll be your pint-stoup, ADVANCE FAIR And surely I'll be mine Australia's sons, let us rejoice, And we'll tak' a cup o' kindness yet For we are young and free; For auld lang syne! ·we've golden soil and wealth for toil Our homes are girt by sea. Our lands abounds in nature's gifts Of beauty rich and rare, RECESSIONAL In history;s page, let every stage Advance Australia's fair! God of our fathers known of old, \ 1Vhen gallant Cook from Albion sail'd Lord of our far-flung battle-line, To trace the wide oceans o'er Beneath whose awful hand we hold True British courage bore him on, Dominion over palm and pine­ Till he landed on our shore; Lord God of hosts, be with us yet, Then there be raised old England's Flag Lest we forget! Lest we forget! The standard of the brave. 11\Tith all her faults we love her still The tumult and the shouting dies; Britannia rules the waves; The captains and the kings depart In joyful strains then let us sing Still stands Thine ancient sacrifice Advance Australia Fair. An humble and a contrite heart, Lord God of hosts, be with us yet, ·while other nations of the globe Lest we forget! Lest we forget! Behold us from afar, We'll rise to high renown and shine Like our glorious southern star; For heathen heart that puts her trust From England, Scotia, Erin's Isle In reeking tube and iron shard Who came our lot to share All valiant dust that builds on dust, Let all combine with heart and hand to And, guarding, call not Thee to guard Advance Australia Fair, For frantic boast and foolish word- In joyful strains then let us sing, Thy mercy on Thy People, Lord! Advance Australia Fair! 78 79 In the middle ol the Hoor, in his cane-bottomed chair, Sits the boss of the floor with his eyes everywhere Notes well each fleece as it comes before the screen, Paying strict attention that it's taken off clean. The tar-boy is waiting on demand ·with his blackened tar-pot in his tarry hand, Sees one old sheep with a cut upon its back Here is what he's waiting for; it's "Tar, there .Tack!" Shearing is all over, we've all got our cheques Roll up your swags, boys, we're off on the AUSTRALIAN SONGS tracks. The first pub we come to, it's there we'll have a spree, CLICK GO THE SHEARS r\nd everyone that comes along, it's "Come and Out on the board the shearer stands, drink with me! " Grasping his shears in his thin bony hands Down by the bar, the old shearer stands, Fixed in his gaze on the blue-bellied .Joe; Grasping his glass in his thin, bony hands. Glory, if he gets her, won't he make the ringer Fixed is his gaze on a green-painted keg; go! Glory, he'll get down on it, ere he stirs a peg! There we leave him standing, shouting for all Click go the shears, boys, click, click click! hands; Wide is his blow and his hands move quick \t\'hilst all around him every shooter stands; The ringer looks around and is beaten His eyes are on the keg, which by now is lower­ by a blow ing fast. And curses the old snagger with the blue­ He works hcu·d, he drinks hard, and goes to bellied .Joe! hell at last! 80 81 THE WILD COLONIAL BOY He bade the judge good morning and told him to beware, 'Tis of a wild colonial boy, Jack Doolan was That he'd never rob a hearty chap that acted his name on the square; Of poor but honest parents he was born in .-\.ncl never to rob a mother of her only son Castlemaine; and joy, He was his father's only hope, his mother's Or else he might turn outlaw like the wild only boy, colonial boy.

And dearly did his parents love the wild colonial boy. He as scarcely sixteen years of age when he left his father's home . .- \nd through Australia's sunny clime a bush­ ranger did roam. He robbed those wealthy squatters, their stocks he did destroy, r\ncl a terror to Australia was the wild colonial boy.

In '61 this daring youth commenced his wild career, One clay as he was riding the mountainside \1\lith a heart that knew no danger, no foeman along, did he fear. A-listening to the little birds, ·their pleasant He stuck up the Beechworth mail coach, and laughing song, robbed Judge McEvoy, Three mounted troopers rode along, Kelly, i 1Vho trembled and gave up his gold to the Davis and Fitzroy; wild colonial boy. T hey thought that they would capture him, the wild colonial boy. 82 83 Surrender now, Jack Doolan, yon see there's Five miles from Gundagai! three to one; But we camped at Lazy Harry's Surrender now, Jack Doolan, you daring high­ On the road to Gundagai. wayman! He drew his pistol from his belt and shook the Oh, we chucked our bloomin' swags off little toy: And we walked into the bar, And we called for rum and raspberry I'll fight, but not surrender, said the wild And a shillin' each cigar colonial boy. But the girl who served the poison, He fired at Trooper Kelly and brought him She winked at Bill and I to the ground, And we camped at Lazy Harry's And in return from Davis received a mortal Not five miles from Gundagai. wound. All shatte.red through the jaw he lay, still firing Oh, I've seen a lot of girls, mates, at Fitzroy, And drunk a lot of beer, And that's the way they captured him, the And I've met with some of both, mates wild colonial boy. That has left me mighty queer But for beer to knock you side·ways THE ROAD TO GUNDAGAI And girls to make you sigh You must camp at Lazy Harry's Oh, we started down from Roto On the road to Gundagai. "\!\Then the sheds had all cut out, "\1\Te'd whips and whips of rhino In a ·week the spree was over That we meant to push about; And the cheque was all knocked down So we humped our blueys serenely So we shouldered our matildas "\'Vith a three-spot cheque between us And we turned our backs on town; That wanted knocking down. And the girls they stood a nobbler But we camped at Lazy Harry's As we sadly said good-bye, On the road to Gundagai, And we tramped from Lazy Harry's The road to Gundagai! On the road to Gundagai. 84 85 II"

BOTANY BAY Once a jolly swagman camped by a billabong Farewell to old England forever, Under the shade of a coolabah tree; Farewell to my rum culls as well, And he sang as he watched and waited till his Fare'''•ell to the well-known Old Bailey, billy boiled, \!\There I used for to cut such a swell. Yo'Jl come a waltzing Matilda, with me_ ·waltzing Matilda, waltzing Matilda, Sing tooral, liooral, liaditty, Yo'll come a waltzing Matilda with me. Singing tooral, liooral, liay, And he sang as he watched and waited till his Singing tooral, liooral liaditty. billy boiled, Singing tooral, liooral, liay. Yo'll come a waltzing Matilda with me. There's the captain as is our commander Down came a jumbuck to drink from that There's the bosun and all the ship's crew, billabong There's the first and second class passengers. Up jumped the swagman and grabbed him Knows what we poor convicts go through. with glee; And he sang as he shoved that jumbuck in his Tain't leaving old England we cares about tucker bag Tain't 'cos we mispells wot we knows, You'll come a waltzing Matilda with me. But because all we light-fingered gentry Up rode the squatters, mounted on their thor­ Hops round with a log on our toes. oughbreds Down came the troopers, one, two, three; Oh, had I the wings of a turtle-dove, \1\There's that jolly jumbuck you've got in your I'd soar on my pinion so high tucker bag? Slap bang to the arms of my Polly love, You'll come a waltzing Matilda with me. And in her sweet presence I'd die. U p jumped the swagman, sprang into the Now all my young Dookies and Ducheses, billabong Take warning fro mwhat I've to say: You'll never catch me alive, said he. Mind all is your own as you toucheses, And his ghost may be heard as you pass by Or you'll find us in Botany Bay. that billabong. You'll come a waltzing Matilda with me. I,' 86 FIRES ABURNING Fires burning, fires burning, Draw nearer, draw nearer, ROUN'DS In the gloaming, in the gloaming, Come sing and be merry. FRERE JACQUES Frere Jacques, Frere Jacques, Dormez-vouz, Dormez-vouz, Sonnez la matine, Sonnez la matine, Din din don. ROW, ROW, ROW YOUR BOAT Row, row, row your boat Gently down the stream Merrily, merrily, merrily, merrily Li£e is bu t a dream. KOOKABURRA Kookaburra sits on an old gum tree Merry, merry king of the bush is he, Laugh, Kookaburra, laugh, Kookaburra, Gay your life must be. OH, HOW LOVELY IS THE EVENING Oh, how lovely is the evening, is the evening, "~Nhen the bells are sweetly ringing, sweetly ringing 88 Ding, dong-, cling. dong, cl ing, dong.

lJ 90 91 DORMITORY AND CENSORED SONGS

92 93 INDEX H appy W a nderer ...... 27 The w ·ardens and the Students should be F riends 29 Page S tanding on the Back P ath 30 What a •Swell System This Is ...... 31 F oreword ...... OLD FOLK •SONGS CODLEGE SONGS Gra ndfather's Clock ...... 34 Skye Boat Song ...... 4 35 Gaudeamus ...... There is a Tavern in the Town . . 3·6 College of the Riverina ...... 5 Road to the Isles ...... 6 37 Yakka Bluey ...... The Blue Tail Fly ...... 38 6 Wagga Teachers' College ...... The Lincolnshire Poacher .. 39 College of Ours ...... 7 In Derry Vale ...... 7 40 There is a Oollege in the Town .. D a nny Boy ...... 41 It's a Long w·ay to Tibooburra ...... 8 Old Fat her Thames 8 42 The Happy Wagg·a Students ...... Greensleeves 43 John Peel ...... 44 NEGRO SPIRITUAJJS Early One Morning 45 What s hall We Do with the Drunken Sailor 45 Go D a.w n Moses ...... 11 Rio Grande 46 Swing Low, Sweet Chariot ...... 12 S anta Lucia 47 Green Grow the Rushes Ho . . . . 12 0 No• John 48 Jerusalem ...... 14 COMMUNITY SONGS The Floral Dance ...... SONGS TO SING AROUND THE PIANO 51 Red River Valley ...... 5·3 Abdul ...... 16 Daisy ...... 54 Rickety Tickety Tin . . . . 18 Nut Brown Maiden ...... 54 Upidee ...... · · · · 20 The Kerry Dance ...... 55 Fountain Song ...... 21 Pedro the F isherman ...... 55 Beer ...... 23 Emmental ...... 57 Vive L'Amour ...... 23 Happy Jack ...... 58 ·Oh How I Hate to Get Up in the Morning 24 The Saints ...... 59 That's Where My Money Goes ...... 25 Little Brown Jug ...... 60 Oh How He Lied ...... 25 John Brown's Body ...... 61 College Time ...... 26 There's a Hole in My Bucket ...... 61 .Alouette ...... 27 A-Roving ...... 63 .Anchors Aweigh ...... 27 Life on the Ocean W ave ...... 64 94 95 I Come from Alabama ...... 65 Comin' Round the Mountain 66 Mandalay ...... 67 Open •Road ...... 68 Ain't She Sweet ...... 68 Bill B ailey ...... 68 Tiritomba ...... 69 Clementine ...... 70 Shenandoah ...... 71 Westering Home ...... 72 Down on the Farm ...... 72 Donkey Serenade ...... 73 Gendarmes Duet ...... 73 •Somewhere Over the Rainbow ...... 74 Don't Fence Me In . . . . 74 Workin' on the Railroad 75 La Marseillaise ...... 76 Auld Lang Syne ...... 77 Recessional ...... 78 Advance Australia Fair ...... 79 AUSTRALIAN SONGS Click go the Shears ...... 80 The Wild Colonial Boy ...... 82 The Road to Gundagai ...... 84 Botany Bay ...... 86 Waltzing Matilda ...... 87 IWUNDIS Fires Aburning ...... 89 Frere Jacques ...... 89 Row, Row, Row Your Boat ...... 89 Kookaburra ...... 89 Oh, How Lovely is the Evening ...... 89 DORMITORY AND CENSORED SONGS ,,,,, !?!! 92

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