Simply Folk Singalong 2020 Froggie Went a Courtin' Mr. Froggie went a-courtin' & he did ride uh-huh, Mr. Froggie went a-courtin' & he did ride uh-huh Froggie went a-courtin' and he did ride, sword and pistol by his side uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh He went down to Miss Mousie's door uh-huh, he went down to Miss Mousie's door uh-huh He went down to Miss Mousie's door, where he had often been before… He took Miss Mousie upon his knee uh-huh,he said "Miss Mousie will you marry me?" uh-huh "Without my Uncle Rat's consent, I wouldn't marry the President”… Well Uncle Rat he gave his consent uh-huh, hey Uncle Rat he gave his consent uh-huh Now Uncle Rat he gave his consent, and the weasel wrote the publishment… Well now where will the wedding supper be uh-huh, where will the wedding supper be uh-huh Well where will the wedding supper be? Way down yonder in a hollow tree… Yeah the first come in was a flying moth uh-huh, first come in was a flying moth uh-huh First come in was a flying moth who laid out the tablecloth… Well the next to come in was a Junie bug uh-huh, the next to come in was a Junie bug uh-huh Next to come in was a Junie bug, she brought the whiskey in a water jug… Next come in was a big black snake uh-huh, next come in was a big black snake uh-huh Next come in was a big black snake, chased them all into the lake… Little piece o’ cornbread layin on a shelf uh-huh, little piece o’ cornbread layin on a shelf uh-huh Little piece of cornbread laying on a shelf, if you want any more, you can sing it yourself… Rocky Top Wish that I was on ol' Rocky Top down in the Tennessee hills. Ain't no smoggy smoke on Rocky Top ain't no telephone bills. Once I had a girl on Rocky Top half bear other half cat. Wild as a mink but sweet as soda pop I still dream about that. Rocky Top you'll always be home sweet home to me. Good ol' Rocky Top. Rocky Top Tennessee, Rocky Top Tennessee. Corn won't grow at all on Rocky Top, soil's too rocky by far. That's why all them folks on Rocky Top get their corn from jar. Once two strangers climbed ol' Rocky Top lookin' for a moonshine still. Strangers ain't come down from Rocky Top, reckon they never will. [chorus] I've had years of pent up city-life, sittin’ like a duck in a pen. I sure think that it's a pity life can't be simple again. [chorus] Blowin' in the Wind How many roads must a man walk down, before you call him a man ? How many seas must a white dove sail, before she sleeps in the sand ? Yes, how many times must the cannonballs fly before they're forever banned ? The answer my friend is blowin' in the wind, the answer is blowin' in the wind. [Continued] Yes, how many years can a mountain exist, before it's washed to the sea ? Yes, how many years can some people exist, before they're allowed to be free ? Yes, how many times can a man turn his head, pretending he just doesn't see ? The answer my friend is blowin' in the wind, the answer is blowin' in the wind. Yes, how many times must a man look up, before he can see the sky ? Yes, how many ears must one man have, before he can hear people cry ? Yes, how many deaths will it take till he knows, that too many people have died ? The answer my friend is blowin' in the wind, the answer is blowin' in the wind. Freight Train Freight train Freight train run so fast, freight train freight train run so fast Please don't tell what train I'm on, they won't know what route I've gone When I am dead and in my grave, no more good times here I crave Place the stones at my head and feet, and tell ‘em all that I'm gone to sleep. Well when I die Lord bury me deep, way down on old Chestnut Street So I can hear old Number 9, as she comes rollin’ by. Freight train Freight train run so fast, freight train Freight train run so fast Please don't tell what train I'm on, they won't know what route I've gone Freight train Freight train run so fast, freight train Freight train run so fast Please don't tell what train I'm on, they won't know what route I've gone Well, please don't tell what train I'm on, they won't know what route I've gone Follow the Drinking Gourd Follow the drinking gourd, follow the drinking gourd For the old man is waiting for to carry you to Canaan, follow the drinking gourd When the sun comes back and the first quail calls, the time has come to go Left foot, peg foot, traveling on, you follow the drinking gourd. Follow the drinking gourd… The river bank will make a mighty good road, the dead trees will show you the way Left foot, peg foot, traveling on, you follow the drinking gourd. Follow the drinking gourd… The river ends between two hills, follow the drinking gourd There’s another river on the other side, just follow the drinking gourd. Follow the drinking gourd… Danny Boy Oh, Danny boy, the pipes, the pipes are calling, from glen to glen, and down the mountain side. The summer's gone, and all the roses falling, it's you, it's you must go and I must bide. But come ye back when summer's in the meadow, or when the valley's hushed & white with snow, It's I'll be here in sunshine or in shadow, oh, Danny boy, oh Danny boy, I love you so! But when ye come, and all the flowers are dying, if I am dead, as dead I well may be, You'll come and find the place where I am lying, and kneel and say an Ave there for me. And I shall hear, though soft you tread above me, and all my grave will warmer, sweeter be, For you will bend and tell me that you love me, and I shall sleep in peace until you come to me! Caledonia I don't know if you can see the changes that have come over me In these last few days I've been afraid that I might drift away So I've been telling old stories, singing songs that make me think about where I came from And that's the reason why I seem so far away today Oh and let me tell you that I love you, that I think about you all the time Caledonia you're calling me and now I'm going home For if I should become a stranger you know that it would make me more than sad Caledonia's been everything I've ever had Oh and I have moved and I've kept on moving, proved the points that I needed proving Lost the friends that I needed losing, found others on the way Oh and I have tried, and I’ve kept on trying, I’ve stolen dreams, yes there's no denying I have travelled hard, with conscience flying somewhere with the wind CHORUS Now I'm sitting here before the fire, the empty room, the forest choir The flames that couldn't get any higher, they've withered, now they've gone But I'm steady thinking, my way is clear and I know what I will do tomorrow When the hands have shaken and the kisses flowed, well I will disappear CHORUS Guantanamera Yo soy un hombre sincero de donde crecen las palmas Yo soy un hombre sincero de donde crecen las palmas Y antes de morirme quiero echar mis versos del alma Guantanamera, guajira Guantanamera, Guantanamera, guajira Guantanamera Mi verso es de un verde claro y de un carmin encendido Mi verso es de un verde claro y de un carmin encendido Mi verso es un ciervo herido que busca en el monte amparo [Chorus] I am a truthful man from this land of palm trees Before dying I want to share these poems of my soul My verses are light green, but they are also flaming red I cultivate a rose in June and in January For the sincere friend who gives me his hand And for the cruel one who would tear out this heart with which I live I do not cultivate thistles nor nettles, I cultivate a white rose Cultivo la rosa blanca en junio como en enero Cultivo la rosa blanca en junio como en enero Para el amigo sincero que me da su mano franca [Chorus] Y para el cruel que me arranca el corazón con que vivo Y para el cruel que me arranca el corazón con que vivo Cardo ni ortiga cultivo cultivo la rosa blanca [Chorus] Con los pobres de la tierra quiero yo mi suerte echar Con los pobres de la tierra quiero yo mi suerte echar El arroyo de la sierra me complace mas que el mar Give Yourself To Love Kind friends all gathered round, there’s something I would say That what brings us together here has blessed us all today Love has made a circle that holds us all inside, Where strangers are as family, loneliness can't hide.