Singlish Song Book 25

Banana Boat Song Both Sides Now Battle of ‘Astings Ca' the Ewes Battle of New Orleans Delaney’s Donkey ‘S inglish Folk’ Bear Went Over the Mountain D-Day Dodgers Biddy Mulligan Deep River Blacksmith Courted Me East Virginia B roadsheet Blood Red Roses Geordie Blow ye winds Guantanamera Knocker-Up GNeorudie mber 25 Mary Hamilton Geordie Mary Hamilton Michael Finnegan Spinning Wheel 1. As I came over London bridge Word is to the kitchen gone One misty morning early and word is to the hall, I overheard a fair pretty maid And word is up to Madam the Queen Lamenting for her Geordie and that is the worst of all. That Mary Hamilton's born a child, 2. Come bridle me my silk white steed to the highest Stuart of all. Come bridle me my pony That I may ride to fair London town "Arise,arise Mary Hamilton, To plead for the life of Geordie Arise and tell to me, What hast thou done with thy wee baby 3. And when she entered in the hall I heard and I saw weep by thee ?" There were Lords and Ladies plenty Down on her bended knee she fell "I put him in a tiny boat, To plead for the life of Geordie and cast him out to sea, That he might sink or he might swim, 4. Oh Geordie stole nor cow nor calf but he'd never come back to me." Nor sheep he ne’er stole any But he stole sixteen of the king’s wild deer "Arise, arise Mary Hamilton, And sold them in Bohenny Arise and come with me; There is a wedding in Glasgow town, 5. Oh six pretty children have I got this night we'll go and see." The seventh lies in by body I’d freely part with them everyone She put not on her robes of black If you’ll spare me the life of Geordie nor her robes of brown. But she put on her robes of white, 6. The judge looked o’er his left shoulder to ride into Glasgow town. And said, my dear, I’m sorry My pretty maid you’ve come too late And as she rode into Glasgow town As he’s condemned already the city for to see, The baliff's wife and the provosts wife 7. My Geordie will be hung in golden chains cried "ach and alas for thee." That’s not the fate of many For he was born of the king’s royal blood "Ah you need not weep for me," she cried, And he courted a virtuous lady "you need not weep for me. For had I not slain my own wee babe 8. I wish I were in yonder grove this night I would not die." Where times I have been many With my broad sword and my pistol too "Ah little did my mother think To fight for the life of Geordie when first she cradled me, The lands I was to travel to and the death I was to die." Banana Boat Song "Last night I washed the Queen's feet Hey Mr.Tally man, tally me banana and put the gold in her hair, Daylight come and I wanna go home" And the only reward I find for this is the gallows to be my share." Chop banana til the morning come. Daylight come...(x2) "Cast off,cast off my gown," she cried Day-o, day-o, Daylight come...(x2) "but let my petticoat be, And tie a napkin 'round my face A beautiful bunch of ripe banana, Daylight come... The gallows I would not see." Hide the deadly black tarantula, Daylight come... Then by and by came the King himself, Come mister tally man, tally me banana, Daylight come.x2 looked up with a pitiful eye, "Come down, come down Mary Hamilton, I pack up all me things and I go to sea, Daylight come... Tonight, you'll dine with me." Then all these banana see the last of me. Daylight come... "Ah hold your tongue, my soverign leige, Come mr. tallyman..." and let your folly be; For if you'd a mind to save my life, Guantanamera (Jose Marti) you'd never have shamed me here." Guantanamera guajira Guantanamera (x2) "Last night there were four Marys, tonight there'll be but three. Yo soy un hombre sincero de donde crece la palma (x2) There was Mary Beaton and Mary Seaton Yantes de morir me quiero Echar mis versos del alma. and Mary Carmichael and Me Page 1 Battle of New Orleans Spinning Wheel (Jimmy Driftwood; tune: Eighth of January, trad.) Mellow the moonlight to shine is beginning Well, in 18 and 14, we took a little trip Close by the window young Eileen is spinning Along with Colonel Jackson down the mighty Missisip Bent o'er the fire her blind grandmother sitting We took a little bacon and we took a little beans is crooning and moaning and drowsily knitting. And we met the bloody British in the town of New Orleans cho: Merrily cheerily noiselessly whirring We fired our guns and the British kept a comin' Swings the wheel spins the wheel while the foot's stirring There wasn't nigh as many as there was a while ago Sprightly and lightly and merrily ringing We fired once more and they began a running Trills the sweet voice of the young maiden singing. Down the Mississippi to the Gulf of Mexico Eileen, a chara, I hear someone tapping Well, I seed Marse Jackson come a-walkin' down the street 'Tis the ivy dear mother against the glass flapping And a-talkin' to a pirate by the name of Jean Lafitte; Eileen, I surely hear somebody sighing He gave Jean a drink that he brung from Tennessee, 'Tis the sound mother dear of the autumn winds dying. And the pirate said he'd help us drive the British to the sea. What's the noise that I hear at the window I wonder? Well the French told Andrew, "You had better run 'Tis the little birds chirping, the holly bush under For Packenham's a=comin' with a bullet in his gun." What makes you be shoving and moving your stool on? Old Hickory said he didn't give a damn And singing all wrong the old song of the "Coolin"? He's a-gonna whup the britches off of Colonel Packenham. There's a form at the casement, the form of her true love Well, we looked down the river and we seed the British come And he whispers with face bent, I'm waiting for you love And there must have been a hundred of them beating on the drum Get up on the stool, through the lattice step lightly They stepped so high and they made their bugles ring And we'll rove in the grove while the moon's shining brightly. While we stood behind our cotton bales and didn't say a thing The maid shakes her head, on her lips lays her fingers Old Hickory said we could take em by surprise Steps up from the stool, longs to go and yet lingers If we didn't fire a musket till we looked em in the eyes A frightened glance turns to her drowsy grandmother We held our fire till we seed their face well Puts her foot on the stool spins the wheel with the other Then we opened up our squirrel guns and really gave em well.. Lazily, easily, now swings the wheel round Well they ran through the briars and they ran through the brambles Slowly and lowly is heard now the reel's sound And they ran through the bushes where a rabbit couldn't go Noiseless and light to the lattice above her They ran so fast the hounds couldn't catch em The maid steps, then leaps to the arms of her lover. Down the Mississippi to the Gulf of Mexico . Blacksmith Courted Me Well we fired our cannons till the barrels melted down So we grabbed an alligator and we fought another round A blacksmith courted me, I loved him dearly We filled his head with minie balls and powdered his behind He played upon his pipes both neat and trimly And when we touched the powder off, the 'gator lost his mind With his hammer in his hand he strikes so steady He makes the sparks to fly all round his smithy They lost their pants and their pretty shiny coats And their tails was all a-showin' like a bunch of billy goats. I love to watch my love with his hammer swinging They ran down the river with their tongues a-hanging out I love to hear it fall on the anvil ringing And they said they got a lickin', which there wasn't any doubt. The note is loud and clear, the sparks are flying My love is handsome then, there's no denying Well we marched back to town in our dirty ragged pants And we danced all night with the pretty girls from France; My love's at the bellows now, the fire is roaring We couldn't understand 'em, but they had the sweetest charms It's getting mighty hot the flames are soaring And we understood 'em better when we got 'em in our arms. Nothing can be more gay when the flames are going And at night 'tis bright as day when my love is blowing Well, the guide who brung the British from the sea Come a-limping into camp just as sick as he could be, Where is my love a-gone with his cheeks like roses? He said the dying words of Colonel Packenham He's gone across the fields gathering primroses Was, "You better quit your foolin' with your cousin Uncle Sam." The sun does shine too clear, it will burn his beauty I will go seek my love to do my duty Well, we'll march back home, but we'll never be content Till we make Old Hick'ry the people's president.

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