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Nettleham Community Choir 0 Wild Mountain Thyme As me and my companions were setting four or five, O the summer time is coming And taking on 'em up again, we caught a And the trees are sweetly blooming hare alive. And the wild mountain thyme We took a hare alive my boys and through Grows around the purple heather the woods did steer Oh 'tis my delight on a shiny night in the Will ye go lassie, go? season of the year. And we'll all go together To pull wild mountain thyme I threw him on my shoulder and then we All around the blooming heather trudged home Will ye go lassie go? We took him to a neighbour's house and sold him for a crown; I will build my love a bower We sold him for a crown my boys, but I did By yon clear crystal fountain not tell you where And on it I will pile Oh 'tis my delight on a shiny night in the All the flowers of the mountain season of the year. Will ye go lassie, go? Success to every gentleman that lives in And we'll all go together Lincolnshire To pull wild mountain thyme Success to every poacher that wants to sell All around the blooming heather a hare Will ye go lassie go? Bad luck to every gamekeeper that will not sell his deer If my true love she should die Oh 'tis my delight on a shiny night in the Then I'll surely find no other season of the year. To pull wild mountain thyme All around the purple heather Will ye go lassie, go? And we'll all go together To pull wild mountain thyme Roll the Old Chariot Along All around the blooming heather Will ye go lassie go? Well a night on shore wouldn't do us any harm (x3) The Lincolnshire Poacher And we'll all hang on behind When I was bound apprentice in famous And we'll roll the old chariot along (x3) Lincolnshire, And we'll all hang on behind Full well I served my master for more than seven years, Well a nice glass of beer Till I took up to poaching, as you shall Well night with the girls quickly hear, Well a big pot of gold Oh 'tis my delight on a shiny night in the season of the year. As me and my companions were setting of a snare, Birthday Round Was then we spied the gamekeeper, for him we did not care, Birthdays are happy times For we can wrestle and fight, my boys and And so we are here to wish you jump out anywhere, Very happy returns of the year Oh 'tis my delight on a shiny night in the season of the year. 1 The Sausages of Lincolnshire South Australia Have you seen my lovely sausage, it was In South Australia I was born made in Lincolnshire heave away, haul away It’s great with peas and gravy and a drop of In South Australia round Cape Horn Bateman’s beer We're bound for South Australia Have you seen my lovely sausage it’s the longest in the world Haul away you rolling kings It’s one foot eight laid on the plate and two Heave away, haul away foot six uncurled Haul away, you'll hear me sing We're bound for South Australia Chorus: Our sausages our sausages There’s one thing that now grieves my mind We love them all so dear It’s to leave Miss Nancy Blair behind Old England needs no roast beef While there’s sausage in Lincolnshire I’ll tell the truth and I’ll tell no lie I’ll love that girl ‘til the day I die In Lancashire there’s hotpot and in Cheshire they’ve got cheese As I was sailing round Cape Horn In Yorkshire they’ve got pudding, well I wished to God I’d never been born they’re not hard to please In Lincolnshire there’s haslet and we like a And now I’m on a foreign strand slice of chine With a bottle of whiskey in my hand But best of all’s that sausage, because I know it’s mine I’ll drink one glass to the foreign shore And another to the girl that I adore Chorus So fare thee well and fare thee well You can stuff your chipolatas likewise your And sweet news to my girl I’ll tell hotdogs too With your saveloys and salamis, well you know what you can do Blue Moon I frown on your frankfurters and sod your saucisson Blue Moon, you saw me standing alone While I’ve still got my sausage, I know I can’t Without a dream in my heart go wrong Without a love of my own Chorus Blue Moon, you knew just what I was there for So come all you yellowbellies, from the You heard me saying a prayer for Humber to the Nene Someone I really could care for We’ll sing in praise of sausages, the finest ever seen And then there suddenly appeared before We’re proud of our traditions, handed down me from long ago The only one my arms will ever hold So we’ll hold on to our sausages and never I heard somebody whisper, "Please adore let them go me" And when I looked, the moon had turned to Our sausages our sausages gold We love them all so dear Old England needs no roast beef Blue Moon, now I'm no longer alone While there’s sausage in Lincolnshire Without a dream in my heart Without a love of my own 2 John Kanaka Naka Through many dangers, toils and snares we have already come I thought I heard the old man say T'was Grace that brought us safe thus far John Kanaka Naka Tu Rye Ay! and Grace will lead us home. Today, today is a sailing day John Kanaka Naka Tu Rye Ay! When we've been here ten thousand years bright shining as the sun Tu rye ay, boys, tu rye ay We've no less days to sing God's praise John Kanaka Naka Tu Rye Ay than when we've first begun. We’ll work tomorrow but not today Amazing Grace, how sweet the sound, John Kanaka Naka Tu Rye Ay! That saved a wretch like me Today, today is a holiday I once was lost but now am found, John Kanaka Naka Tu Rye Ay! Was blind, but now, I see. Tu rye ay, boys, tu rye ay Jerusalem John Kanaka Naka Tu Rye Ay And did those feet in ancient time We’re bound away for ‘Frisco Bay Walk upon England’s mountains green? John Kanaka Naka Tu Rye Ay! And was the Holy Lamb of God We’re bound away at the break of day On England’s pleasant pastures seen? John Kanaka Naka Tu Rye Ay! And did the countenance divine Shine forth upon our clouded hills? Tu rye ay, boys, tu rye ay And was Jerusalem builded here John Kanaka Naka Tu Rye Ay Among these dark satanic mills? We’re bound away around Cape Horn Bring me my bow of burning gold! John Kanaka Naka Tu Rye Ay! Bring me my arrows of desire! We wished that we had never been born Bring me my spear! O clouds, unfold! John Kanaka Naka Tu Rye Ay! Bring me my chariot of fire! I will not cease from mental fight, Tu rye ay, boys, tu rye ay Nor shall my sword sleep in my hand, John Kanaka Naka Tu Rye Ay Till we have built Jerusalem In England’s green and pleasant land. Oh, haul away, oh haul away John Kanaka Naka Tu Rye Ay! Oh, haul away and make her pay John Kanaka Naka Tu Rye Ay! Moon River Tu rye ay, boys, tu rye ay Moon River, wider than a mile, John Kanaka Naka Tu Rye Ay I'm crossing you in style some day. Oh, dream maker, you heart breaker, wherever you're going I'm going your way. Amazing Grace Two drifters off to see the world Amazing Grace, how sweet the sound, There's such a lot of world to see. That saved a wretch like me We're after the same rainbow's end-- I once was lost but now am found, waiting 'round the bend, Was blind, but now, I see. my huckleberry friend, T'was Grace that taught my heart to fear. Moon River and me. And Grace, my fears relieved How precious did that Grace appear the hour I first believed 3 California Dreamin’ So hoist up the John B sails, See how the main-sail sets All the leaves are brown Call for the Captain ashore, and the sky is grey Let me go home, I've been for a walk Let me go home, on a winter's day I wanna go home I'd be safe and warm Well, I feel so broke up, I wanna go home if I was in L.A California Dreamin' The poor cook he got the fits on such a winter's day And threw away all my grits And then he took and he ate up all of my Stopped into a church corn. I passed along the way Let me go home, why don't they let me go well, I got down on my knees home? and I pretend to pray This is the worst trip I've ever been on You know the preacher likes the cold he knows I'm gonna stay So hoist up the John B sails, California Dreamin' See how the main-sail sets on such a winter's day Call for the Captain ashore, Let me go home, All the leaves are brown Let me go home, and the sky is grey I wanna go home I've been for a walk Well, I feel so broke up, I wanna go home on a winter's day If I didn't tell her I wanna go home I could leave today Well, I feel so broke up, I wanna go home California Dreamin' on such a winter's day Edelweiss Sloop John B Edelweiss, Edelweiss Every morning you greet me We come on the Sloop John B My grandfather and me Small and white, clean and bright Around Nassau Town we did roam.