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Molly Malone

Traditional Irish Song

In Dublin’s fair city,
Where the girls are so pretty,
I first set my eyes
On sweet Molly Malone,
As she wheeled her wheel-barrow,
Through streets broad and narrow,
Crying, «Cockles and mussels, alive, alive, oh!».

«Alive, alive, oh,
Alive, alive, oh»,
Crying «Cockles and mussels, alive, alive, oh».

She was a fishmonger,
And sure 'twas no wonder,
For so were her father
And mother before.
And they each wheeled their barrow,
Through streets broad and narrow,
Crying, «Cockles and mussels, alive, alive, oh!».

«Alive, alive, oh,
Alive, alive, oh»,
Crying «Cockles and mussels, alive, alive, oh».

She died of a fever,
And no one could save her,
And that was the end
Of sweet Molly Malone.
Now her ghost wheels her barrow,
Through streets broad and narrow,
Crying, «Cockles and mussels, alive, alive, oh!».

«Alive, alive, oh,
Alive, alive, oh»,
Crying «Cockles and mussels, alive, alive, oh».
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Red River valley

Traditional cowboy song

From this valley they say you are going
I will miss your bright eyes and sweet (D7) smile
For they (G) say you are taking the (C) sunshine
that (D7) brightens our pathway a (G) while

(G) Come and sit by my side if you love me
Do not hasten to bid me (D7) adieu
But re (G) member that Red River (C) valley
and the (D7) cowboy that loves you so (G) true

Far along by my dear I've been waiting,
For those words that you never would (A) say,
But at (D) last all my fond hopes have (G) vanished,
For to-(D)-day, you are (A) going a-(D)-way,

Won't you think of this valley you're leaving
And how lonely and sad it will (D7) be
(G)And think of the heart that you're (C) breaking
and the (D7) grief that you are causing to(G) me

As you go to your home by the ocean
May you never forget those sweet (D7) hours
That we (G) spent in the Red River (C) valley
and the (D7) love we exchanged mid the (G) flowers

I have promised you darling that never
will a word from my lips cause you (D7) pain
And my (G) life it will be yours for (C) ever
if you (D7) only will love me a (G) gain

(G) Come and sit by my side if you love me
Do not hasten to bid me (D7) adieu
But re (G) member the Red River (C) valley
and the (D7) cowboy that loves you so (G7) true
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Goodnight, Irene

Traditional song

Last Saturday night I got married
me and my wife settled down
Now me and my wife are parted
going to take a little stroll downtown

Irene goodnight
Irene goodnight
Goodnight Irene
Goodnight Irene
Ill see you in my dreams
.
Sometimes I live in the country
sometimes I live in town
Sometimes I take a fool notion
to jump in the river and drown

Irene goodnight
Irene goodnight
Goodnight Irene
Goodnight Irene
Ill see you in my dreams
.
Stop your ramblin' stop your gamblin'
stop staying out late at night
Go home to your wife and family
stay there by the fireside bright

Irene goodnight
Irene goodnight
Goodnight Irene
Goodnight Irene
Ill see you in my dreams
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Banks Of The Ohio

Traditional song

I asked my love to take a walk,
To take a walk, just a little walk,
Down beside where the waters flow,
Down by the banks of the old Ohio.

And only say that you'll be mine
In no others arms entwine,
Down beside where the waters flow,
Down by the banks of the old Ohio.

I held a knife against her brest
As ino my arms she pressed,
She cried, "oh, willie, don't murder me,
I'm not prepeared for eternity."

And only say that you'll be mine
In no others arms entwine
Down beside where the waters flow
Down by the banks of the old Ohio

I started home 'tween twelve and one,
I cried, "my god, what have I done?
Killed the only woman I loved,
Because she would not be my bride."

And only say that you'll be mine
In no others arms entwine,
Down beside where the waters flow,
Down by the banks of the old Ohio.
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Polly Wolly Doodle

Traditional Song

Oh, I went down South
For to see my Sal
Singin' Polly wolly doodle all the day
For my Sal, she was
A spunky gal
Singin' Polly wooly doodle all the day

Fare thee well, fare thee well,
Fare thee well my fairy fay
I'm off to Lou'siana
Going to see my Susianna
Singin' Polly wolly doodle all the day

Oh, my Sal, she was
Such a maiden fair
Singin' Polly wooly doodle all the day
With curly eyes
And laughing hair
Singin' Polly wolly doodle all the day

Fare thee well, fare thee well,
Fare thee well my fairy fay
I'm off to Lou'siana
Going to see my Susianna
Singin' Polly wolly doodle all the day

Oh, a grasshopper sittin'
On a railroad track
Singin' Polly wooly doodle all the day
Was a-pickin' his teeth
With a carpet tack
Singin' Polly wooly doodle all the day

Fare thee well, fare thee well,
Fare thee well my fairy fay
I'm off to Lou'siana
Going to see my Susianna
Singin' Polly wolly doodle all the day

Oh, I went to bed
But it wasn't no use
Singin' Polly wooly doodle all the day
'cause my feet stuck out
Like a chicken roost
Singin' Polly wooly doodle all the day

Fare thee well, fare thee well,
Fare thee well my fairy fay
I'm off to Lou'siana
Going to see my Susianna
Singin' Polly wolly doodle all the day

From behind the barn,
Down on my knees
Singin' Polly wooly doodle all the day
I could swear I heard
a chicken sneeze
Singin' Polly wooy doodle all the day!

Fare thee well, fare thee well,
Fare thee well my fairy fay
I'm off to Lou'siana
Going to see my Susianna
Singin' Polly wolly doodle all the day

And he sneezed so hard
With the whoopn' cough
Singin Polly Wolly Doodle all the day
He sneezed his head
and his tail right off
Singin' Polle wooly doodle all the day!

Fare thee well, fare thee well,
Fare thee well my fairy fay
I'm off to Lou'siana
Going to see my Susianna
Singin' Polly wolly doodle all the day
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Oh My Darlin’ Clementine

Traditional song

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

(CHORUS)
Oh, my darlin',
Oh my darlin',
Oh my darlin' 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.

Oh, my darlin',
Oh my darlin',
Oh my darlin' Clementine.
You are lost and gone forever,
Dreadful sorry Clementine.

Drove she ducklings to the water,
Every morning at nine.
Stubbed her toe against a splinter;
Fell into the foaming brine.

Oh, my darlin',
Oh my darlin',
Oh my darlin' Clementine.
You are lost and gone forever,
Dreadful sorry Clementine.

Ruby lips above the water
Blowin' bubbles soft and fine.
But, alas, I was no swimmer,
So I lost my Clementine.

Oh, my darlin',
Oh my darlin',
Oh my darlin' Clementine.
You are lost and gone forever,
Dreadful sorry Clementine.

How I missed her,
how I missed her,
How I missed my Clementine,
Until I kissed her little sister,
And forgot my Clementine!

Oh, my darlin',
Oh my darlin',
Oh my darlin' Clementine.
You are lost and gone forever,
Dreadful sorry Clementine.
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Billy Boy

Traditional song

Oh, where have you been,
Billy Boy,Billy Boy,
Oh, where have you been
charming Billy?

I have been to seek a wife,
she's the joy of my life,
She's a young thing
and
cannot leave her mother.

Did she ask you to come in,
Billy Boy, Billy Boy,
Did she ask you to come in,
charming Billy?

Yes, she asked me to come in,
there's a dimple in her chin,
She's a young thing
and
cannot leave her mother.

Can she make a cherry pie,
Billy Boy, Billy Boy,
Can she make a cherry pie,
charming Billy?

She can make a cherry pie,
quick as you can wink an eye,
She's a young thing
and
cannot leave her mother.

Can she make a feather bed,
Billy Boy, Billy Boy,
Can she make a feather bed,
charming Billy?

She can make a feather bed,
while a-standing on her head,
She's a young thing
and
cannot leave her mother.

How tall is she,
Billy Boy, Billy Boy,
How tall is she,
charming Billy?

She is tall as any pine,
and straight as a pumpkin vine,
She's a young thing
and
cannot leave her mother.

How old is she,
Billy Boy, Billy Boy,
How old is she,
charming Billy?

She is sixty times eleven,
twenty-eight and forty- seven,
She's a young thing
and
cannot leave her mother
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I’ve Been Working on the Railroad

Traditional song.

I've been working
on the railroad.
All the live long day.

I've been working
on the rail road,
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 hor.. hor.. 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 kno.. ho.. ho.. ho..

Someone's in the kitchen
      with Dinah,
strumming on the old banjo.

Fee fi fiddley aye oh!
Fee fi fiddley aye oh
oh oh oh

Fee fi fiddley aye oh!
Strumming the old ban-jo!
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On top of Old Smokey

Traditional song

On top of old Smokey
All covered with snow
I lost my true lover
Come acourtin’ too slow

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

For a thief he will robe you
And take what you have
But a false hearted lover
Will send you to your grave

She’ll hug you and kiss you
And tell you more lies
The crossties on railroad
Or stars in the sky

On top of old Smokey
All covered with snow
I lost my true lover
Come acourtin’ too slow
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