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50001-R Moonlight in Jungleland

Night shades falling,
And the jungle moon will soon be shining,
Jungle hearts will soon be pining,
Jungle eyes will soon be shining, too.
In the moonlight,
Jungleland will be a land of wooing,
In each shady nook beside each babbling brook,
Fond Jungle sweethearts will be cooing:

CHORUS:
Moonlight in Jungleland,
Moonlight and love,
In the Jungle glade each monkey maid,
Is somebody's turtle dove.
Lovely Miss Kangaroo,
Spoons on the sand,
With a chimpanzee her affinity,
When it's moonlight in Jungleland.

Moon is waning,
Jungleland will soon be dark and dreary,
Jungle eyes are growing weary,
Time to say goodnight to dearie, too.
Soon in slumber,
Each one for their true love will be pining,
Dreaming o'er again love tales whispered when,
The Jungle moon was softly shining:
(to CHORUS)

(animal sounds)
Oh my! What's that?
Why that am a monkey and his sweetheart up in that tree a spoonin'.
Is that so? What'd he say to her? Heh, Heh,
Oh he says uh, "Do you love me?"
Oh, heh, heh! Well what did she say?
Why she says, "I'se not prepared to answer."
(animal sounds)
Say, it's talking again. What did he say that time? Heh.heh.
He says, "Will you marry me?"
Oh, heh, heh, heh! Well, did she say "Yes?"
No, she said, "You'll have to ask my papa's consent."
(roar)
Mercy, goodness! What was that?
Why, that was her papa.
And that's her papa? What's the matter, am he mad?
No, no, no. He was only just givin' them his blessing.
Well, I do hope he'll overlook her! Ha, ha, ha!
I hope so too, gal.
(to CHORUS)

50001-L Below the Mason-Dixon Line

Slip on your Sunday go to meetin' gown,
Add a big yaller bonnet and your shoes of brown,
Now tell all the people that we're a-goin' to town,
And a ragtime jubilee,
We want to dance, so loosen up them feet,
Now set out your appetite, prepare to eat.
We're gwine to paralyze the coon elite,
When they gaze on you and me.

There ain't a-goin' to be a bit of fancy dancin',
And there ain't a-goin' to be no high class prancin',
And there ain't a-goin' to be no two step, reel or waltz,
That the folks up north call fine.
But the alcazaza and the rasmatazza,
We will dance from the garret to the old piazza,
As it ought to be at any jubilee,
Below the Mason-Dixon line.

Mmm, mmm,
heh, heh,
Listen to that plunkin' needle,
He certainly can thread the needle.
Ha, ha, ha!
Bust ahead, boys, bust it!
Heh, heh, heh.
Come on, Eliza, come on.
Ha, ha, ha, ha ha!

There ain't a-goin' to be a bit of fancy dancin',
And there ain't a-goin' to be no high class prancin',
And there ain't a-goin' to be no two step, reel or waltz,
That the folks up north call fine.
But the alcazaza and the razzamazzatazza,
We will dance from the garret to the old piazza,
As it ought to be at any jubilee,
Below the Mason-Dixon line.

I hear the music of a Dixie Band,
Why it's just like an echo out of Dixieland,
Now I'm so excited I can hardly stand,
I want to dance till I expire.
I want to do the Mississippi glide,
Do the Carolina shuffle and the chicken stride.
I'll keep you wingin', Honey by my side,
Until your shoes done catch on fire.

There ain't a-goin' to be a bit of fancy dancin',
And there ain't a-goin' to be no high class prancin',
And there ain't a-goin' to be no two step, reel or waltz,
That the folks up north call fine.
But the alcazaza and the rasmatazza,
We will dance from the garret to the old piazza,
As it ought to be at any jubilee,
Below the Mason-Dixon line.

Mmm, mmm.
Heh, heh, heh.
Come on gal, hurry up! We'll be late.
Never mind your shoes,
Heh, heh, heh.
Oh, there ya is.
Heh, heh, heh, heh!

There ain't a-goin' to be a bit of fancy dancin',
And there ain't a-goin' to be no high class prancin',
And there ain't a-goin' to be no two step, reel or waltz,
That the folks up north call fine.
But the alcazaza and the razzamazzatazza,
We will dance from the garret to the old piazza,
As it ought to be at any jubilee,
Below the Mason-Dixon line.

50153-R Flanagan and His Motor Car

(Beep, beep)

Taxi!

(Beep, beep)

I hear a motor car.

I've just been out in a motor car,
I had a fine ride but I didn't go far.
I was glad to come back in a trolley car,
And that is the reason I'm here.

     Ha..., well, well, what's the use of singin' it when I can tell it better. You'll excuse me for wearin' these goggles. You see, I just got off a motor car, and I forgot to take 'em off. Oh say, I must tell you about it. You see, there was a special sale on motor cars one day. I went to the sale and I got a great bargain, I got a 5,000 dollar car for 4,999 dollars and 87 cents. Of course, that didn't include the extras, but then the extras only cost me 7,000 more. I tell you it was a fine turnout. In fact it would turn you out quicker than any car I ever saw. And the great thing about it was, that you never had to crawl under it to fix it, because, if the slightest thing went wrong with the machinery, it would turn upside-down for you instantly, till it was so easy to get at it to fix it.

     The man said to me, "It's an eight horse-power runabout and very strong." Well, it certainly was strong, for you could smell it further than any car I ever saw. And it was a runabout all right, because it would run about half a mile then stop. And that eight horse-power thing, ha...! It took eight horses to pull it back home again. But the funny thing was, that you couldn't make it run without a lot of dust. In fact it took more dust to run it than it did to buy it.

     Well anyway, motor cars are the greatest thing in the world. Why you don't see the poor people now that you used to see before the days of the motor car. And the reason is, that half the poor people have been run over and the other half are afraid to come out.

     Oh say, be the way, Dan O'Brien, a friend of mine, had a motor car, and he told me he was goin' to have a new attachment put on it. And would you believe it, as soon as the attachment was put on it, O'Brien lost control of the car. The sheriff has it now.

     Well sir, I could do nothing with my car, so I decided to get a chauffer. You know, a chauffer is French for plumber. I call him a chauffer because he gives people such a little show for their lives. My chauffer does me with a wonder. I asked him if he had a recommendation and he said no, but he thought he could get one in a month or two, he expected his last boss would be out of the hospital be that time. Well you ought to see the clothes he had on. Ha...! He certainly was dressed to kill. And such a disposition! Why he was the greatest fella for runnin' people down I ever saw. He was a smart fellow though. And it didn't take him long to show me difference between the quick and the dead. The quick was the ones that got out of his way and the dead were those that didn't. I asked him if he killed people often and he said no, only once.

     Well, I took a chance and I went out with him this afternoon. We were goin' so fast, we were only hittin' the high spots on the road and I got scared. I says to him, "Say, I'd give ten dollars to be out of it!"

     "You'll be out in a minute," says he, "and it'll cost you nothing."

     Why, every time that fellow blew the horn for someone to get out of the way, he thought he ought to have a lifesaving medal. Say, he could make that car go so fast, it took two people to talk about it. One to say "Here she comes," and the other, "There she goes."

     Ha... Well sir, we had a fine ride. The fine was fifty dollars, I thanked the judge, paid me fine, discharged the chauffer, sold the car, got on a trolley and here I am. Now then professor, if you give me a little gasoline I'll touch a match to it.

Gasoline has an awful smell, a smell that on me grows.
You can always find a motor car, if you'll only follow your nose.
But the terrible smell of gasoline I learned to like at last,
For when I get a whiff of it I know the danger's past.

50153-L When Uncle Joe Plays A Rag On His Old Banjo

There you is, Sam. Where's you all gwine?

What for you ask me all the time where I's gwine? I's gwine where I's gwine, that's where I's gwine.

Don't you be so back different. Where is you gwine, sure ‘nough?

Ha! I's gwine down to old uncle Joe's.

Is ya? Lordy, Lordy, Heh...!

You all come on down to Uncle Joe's and hear him play a rag on his old banjo.

Down in Dixie lives old Uncle Joe,
Down in Dixie, that's the place to go.
Where you sure will hear some music grand,
Sweetest melodies in all the land;
Ev'ry night beneath the southern moon,
Uncle Joe would play a raggy tune.
Things begin to hum when he starts to strum,
A rag upon his old banjo.

When Uncle Joe plays a rag on his old banjo,
Ev'rybody starts a-swayin' to and fro.
Mammy waddles all around the cabin floor,
Saying, "Go on, Uncle Joe, give me more, give me more."
Folks come a-runnin' when they hear that sound,
Singin' and a-dancin' till they shake the ground,
When Uncle Joe (plank-e-ty plank) plays a rag (plank-e-ty plink), on his old banjo.

Yeah, let's dance Joe, merry!

Lordy, honey, he sure can play that banjo some!

He sure do.

Hmph!

Folks come a-runnin' when they hear that sound,
Singin' and a-dancin' till they shake the ground,
When Uncle Joe plays a rag, on his old banjo.

When Uncle Joe plays a rag on his old banjo,
Ev'rybody starts a-swayin' to and fro.
Mammy waddles all around the cabin floor,
Saying, "Go on, Uncle Joe, give me more, give me more."
Folks come a-runnin' when they hear that sound,
Singin' and a-dancin' till they shake the ground,
When Uncle Joe (plank-e-ty plink) plays a rag (plank-e-ty plank), on his old banjo.

Sam, ain't ya comin' on home?

No indeed, honey, I's gwine to stay here 'til this party's over.

Oh, but I'm goin' on home.

You go on.

Folks come a-runnin' when they hear that sound,
Singin' and a-dancin' till they shake the ground,
When Uncle Joe plays a rag, on his old banjo.

When Uncle Joe plays a rag on his old banjo,
Ev'rybody starts a-swayin' to and fro.
Mammy waddles all around the cabin floor,
Saying, "Go on, Uncle Joe, give me more, give me more."
Folks come a-runnin' when they hear that sound,
Singin' and a-dancin' till they shake the ground,
When Uncle Joe plays a rag, on his old banjo.

50176-R The Jolly Coppersmith March

I am the Jolly Coppersmith, no one from care is free'r,
So long as I have cash to treat myself to beer.
I am the happiest man on earth and sing both loud and long,
While each stroke of my hammer keeps time to my jovial song.

La, la, la ...

Whistle ...

(repeat)

50187-L (a) Die Wacht am Rhein

Es braust ein Ruf wie Donnerhall,
Wie Schwertgeklirr und Wogenprall:
Zum Rhein, zum Rhein, zum deutschen Rhein,
Wer will des Stromes Hüter sein?

REFRAIN:
Lieb' Vaterland, magst ruhig sein,
Lieb' Vaterland, magst ruhig sein,
Fest steht und treu die Wacht, die Wacht am Rhein!
Fest steht und treu die Wacht, die Wacht am Rhein!

Durch hunderttausend zuckt es schnell,
Und aller Augen blitzen hell;
Der Deutsche Jüngling, fromm und stark,
Beschirmt die heil'ge Landesmark.
(to REFRAIN)

(b) Deutschland über Alles

Deutschland, Deutschland über alles,
Über alles in der Welt,
Wenn es stets zu Schutz und Trutze
Brüderlich zusammenhält,
Von der Maas bis an die Memel,
Von der Etsch bis an den Belt -
Deutschland, Deutschland über alles,
Über alles in der Welt.
Deutschland, Deutschland über alles,
Über alles in der Welt.

50227-R Tip-Top Tipperary Mary

Tipperary Tommy was a soldier boy,
Brave as any lad could be,
Tipperary Mary was a pretty lass,
Waiting for her Tommy 'cross the sea,
In her heart, in her heart a beating feeling tells,
Of a love that is all true blue,
And in her ear a song Tommy sang will linger long,
And thrill her through and through:

REFRAIN:
Tip-Top Tipperary Mary,
I love you true,
Tip-Top Tipperary Mary,
My love's true as your eyes of blue,
I dream of your endearing young charms,
Every night through,
Though I'm far away from Tipperary Mary,
My heart's with you.

Tipperary Tommy, so the story goes,
Told a comrade one dark night:
"Everything is fading, it's myself that knows,
Never ever more will Tommy fight,
In my heart, in my heart, a throbbing seems to tell,
Of my Mary so far away,
When you go marching home, sing to Mary 'cross the foam,
This song I sang one day:"
(to REFRAIN)

50227-L The Little Ford Rambled Right Along

Now Henry Jones and a pretty little queen,
Took a ride one day in his big limousine,
The car kicked up and the engine wouldn't crank,
There wasn't any gas in the gasoline tank.
Just about that time along came Nord,
And he rambled right along in his little old Ford,
He stole that Queen as his engine sang a song,
And his little old Ford just rambled right along.

His little old Ford it rambled right along,
The little old Ford it rambled right along,
The gas burned out in the big machine,
But the darned little Ford don't need gasoline.
The big limousine had to back down hill,
The blamed little Ford is going up still.
When she blows out a tire just wrap it up with wire,
And the little Ford will ramble right along.

Now they ran over glass and they ran over nails,
They ran over pigs and puppy dogs' tails,
They spotted a cop and shot out of sight,
They rambled all day and they rambled all night.
They smashed up fences and telegraph poles,
They bumped into ditches and deep chuck holes,
They bumped into a preacher and the preacher took a ride,
And the Ford rambled on with Johnny and his bride.

The little old Ford it rambled right along,
The little old Ford it rambled right along,
He swung around the corner and he bumped into a mule,
And the darned old jackass kicked like a fool;
He kicked and he kicked and he kicked the wheels,
But he had to quit kicking to save his heels,
When it runs out of dope just fill it up with soap,
And the little Ford will ramble right along.

You can smash the top and smash up the seat,
Twist it out of shape 'till both ends meet;
Smash the body and rip out a gear,
Smash up the front and smash up the rear;
Smash up the fender and rip off the tires,
Smash up the lamps and cut out the wires;
Throw in the clutch and then forget the juice,
And the little old Ford will go to beat the deuce.

The little old Ford it rambled right along,
The little old Ford rambled right along,
Now cut that out, you naughty tease,
'Tis a left hand drive and a right hand squeeze,
Patch it up with a piece of string,
Spearmint gum or any old thing,
When the power gets sick just hit it with a brick,
And the little Ford will ramble right along.

50228-R Mother's Prayers Have Followed Me

I grieved my Lord from day to day,
I scorned His love so full and free,
And though I wandered far away,
My mother's prayers have followed me.

REFRAIN:
I'm coming home, I'm coming home,
To live my wasted life anew,
For mother's prayers have followed me,
Have followed me the whole world through.
(first time repeat)

He turned my darkness into light,
This blessed Christ of Calvary!
I'll praise His name both day and night,
That mother's prayers did follow me.
(to REFRAIN)

50228-L My Father Watches Over Me

I trust in God wherever I may be,
Upon the land or on the rolling sea,
For, come what may, from day to day,
My heavenly Father watches over me.

CHORUS:
I trust in God, I know He cares for me, (he cares for me)
On mountain bleak (on mountains bleak) or on the stormy sea; (the stormy sea)
Though billows roll, (though billows roll) He keeps my soul, (keeps my soul)
My heavenly Father watches over me.

He makes the rose an object of His care,
He guides the eagle through the pathless air,
And surely He remembers me,
My heavenly Father watches over me.

The valley may be dark, the shadows deep,
But oh, the Shepherd guards His lonely sheep;
And through the gloom, He'll lead me home,
My heavenly Father watches over me.
(to CHORUS)

50263-R Town Topics of Pun'kin Center--A Rural Sketch

     Ha... Well sir, everything around the place is upside down and I can't find a darn thing where I left it. I'm so doggone mad right now if I bit myself I'd have hydrophobia. Well, I've been away from home two weeks, and when you ain't at home then they ain't a thing goes right. I've been down to New York, I have, and do you know that is the doggonedest village I ever was in. Gosh! They don't know when to go to bed down there. There's more folks on the street at two o'clock in the mornin' than there is in our town on circus day. Ha... Well sir, they got me in the habit of it, too. One night I didn't go to bed till half past seven. Ha...

     Well I guess I'll look over the paper and see what they've been doing while I was away from home, if I can find the column it's printed in. Only print one column of the paper here in our town. Rest of it comes already printed. Yep, here it is. Pun'kin Center Town Topics. Well, well. Pun'kin Center ball club beat Hickory Corners a hundred and six to ninety-seven. Gosh all hemlock! Hank Weaver knocked a fly ball, knocked it over and hit the stained glass window in the Baptist church and put out the four apostles with that hit. Ha... Now they're going to move the church cause it stands so close to the ball ground it interferes with the game. Everybody wanted to whip the umpire so they loaded the county jail up on a wagon, hauled it out to the ball ground and locked the umpire up in it, and let him umpire the game out of the window, and couldn't a darn one of them get at him. Ha...

     Well I wanted to know! Hi Adkins got some wooden nest eggs and he put them under his old setting hen and she hatched out four blockhead chickens and a woodpecker. Ha... Jim Lawson went down to the county seat and got his hair cut, and the barber scared up a woodchuck and two flying squirrels. Wow, they ought to let Jim's hair grow and set him over again. Well, well. Lige Willet has got the locomotor ataxia. Now he's got that darn thing, I bet he don't know how to run it. Ha... Gee whiz! Jim Wilson got some colored Easter eggs, and he wanted to hide them from the children, so he took them out in the barn and put them under the old Plymouth Rock hen, and rooster came along and looked at them, and went over in the next yard and whipped the peacock. Ha...

     Don't it beat all what'll happen when you ain't to home? I ought to have got these papers down in New York but I couldn't find out what post office it was in. They got two hundred post offices in New York. Don't ya know when you're away from home and among strangers and ya don't know anybody, don't it cheer you up just to get a paper from your own home town.

     When you're away from home and in a foreign land,
     You've got the blues to beat the band.
     I'll tell you something right away that's round,
     Just get a paper from your own home town.

     Hoskins' children have the measles, Jason Green has got the gout,
     Abe Sprouse has got religion and he hasn't found it out.
     And they've got a brand new baby at the home of Hiram Brown,
     Items from the paper from your own home town.

Well, getting along about bedtime. Guess I'll shut up! Ha...

50263-L Uncle Josh Buys an Automobile--A Rural Monologue

     Ha... Well, I've gone and done it. Yes, sir. Nancy nagged at me until I bought an automobile. Nancy said the Willets had one, the Weavers had one, and here we was riding around in a buckboard wagon with a bone spavin horse that had springhalt and was blind on the off side. Ha... Well, I didn't hanker for that gasoline wagon, but in order to keep peace in the family I sold four head of cattle, my old French horn, twenty hogs, ten ton of hay, and put a mortgage on the farm, and bought an automobile.

     I picked it out of a mail order catalog and had the National Bank of Pun'kin Center send in the money. Well in about a week it come by freight, and we got it unloaded, and Jim Lawson hauled it up to our front yard, and I think all Pun'kin Center turned out to see it. And Nancy hasn't been as tickled over anything since her crazy quilt took a prize at the county fair, and she was over that joy wagon. Ha...

     Well, I felt it in my bones I'd made a fool of myself or soon would so next day I filled it full of gasoline and got all ready to take Nancy, Jim Lawson, and Ezra Hoskins out for a ride. I got out the book of rules and the more I read it, the less I knew about the innards of that machine. Ha... Jim said I had to turn the crank to shoot it off. I turned that crank until my eyes stuck out but it wouldn't budge. Nancy said the bobbin was wound too tight, or else the shuttle was threaded wrong. Ha... Ezra Hoskins said he thought maybe I didn't have the right kind of gasoline and wanted to sell me a barrel he had at the store. By that time all Pun'kin Center was there and giving advice. Lige Willet said I ought to talk kindly to it and offer it some oats. Hank Weaver said I ought to lead it around for a spell until it got to know me. And Si Pettingill said maybe I hadn't watered it yet, and Deacon Witherspoon wanted to offer prayer. Ha...

     Well, I grabbed hold of that crank again, and it flew back and hit me on the shins, and I sat down in the yard to think it over, and Nancy said the language I used was just shameful. Just then Jim Lawson said, "Don't this plug go in somewhere?" We found where it went and I turned the crank again and that machine began to rare and snort, and started off like a skyrocket. And there was a lot of things happened in less time than it takes to tell it. That machine started off across lots, and everything with it. Ran over Hank Weaver's dog, tore a hole through Willets' picket fence, knocked over Si Pettingill's beehives, and kept right on a'going. Ha...

     Well I worked every lever that machine had, and every one made it go faster. Nancy was screamin', Ezra Hoskins was praying, and it wouldn't be right to tell what Jim Lawson was doing, but Nancy said it sounded like he was talking to the Lord. Ha... Just then we went through Ab Whitaker's wheat field and set it on fire, and I managed to steer it onto the turnpike road, but that didn't help matters any cause it only hit the road once in a while. It tore down the toll gate, ripped down one side of the covered bridge, then started off through Jay Fisher's pasture and killed four sheep and a calf and then run into a haystack. Ha... That's all I remember now.

     All I have got to show for that joyride is a broken leg, some rubber tires, six lawsuits, and a mortgage on the farm. Nancy says if we ever own another one we will have a regular chauffeur to run it. I ain't sayin' much but I've got a lingerin' suspicion that all my joyriding will be done in the old buckboard wagon. Ha...

50264-R Uncle Josh Keeps House--A Rural Monologue

     Ha... Well, gosh all hemlock! About a week ago Sarah Ann Martin was took down with a fever and Nancy had to go down and take care on her, she being' a widow woman, and I had to stay home and keep house. Well Cindy Lawson come over to go down with Nancy, and left her boy with me to take care on, and Nancy said to me, "Now Joshua, the bread is set to rise, the churning is all ready to do, and don't let the soft soap boil over, and keep your eye on the smoke house, and don't let it catch fire, and I guess maybe the speckled hen will hatch today, and I wouldn't wonder if the bees wouldn't swarm, and Joshua, don't you let Cindy's boy fall in the well nor nothing." Ha...

     Gosh! I had a few things to do besides takin' care of Cindy's boy. And that boy could ask more fool questions. He said to me, "Uncle Josh, where does the wind come from?" Well I told him some of it come from Ohio, and most of it come from Nebraska. He said, "Well Uncle Josh, what's Nebraska?" I told him it was a state. And he said, "Well Uncle Josh, what's a state?" Ha...

     Well I took off my coat and vest and pinned one of Nancy's aprons on me, and I hadn't took more than a dozen steps when I tripped and fell down over that darned apron and my head hit the stove, made my nose bleed, and knocked down the stovepipe and the soot went all over the bread and just as I was getting things straightened out that boy said to me, "Uncle Josh, does the Lord know everything?" I told him I calculated as how the Lord did. He said, "Well then, the Lord knows I'm hungry, don't he?" Ha...

     Well I give him some bread and butter and put applesauce on it, and I started in to do the churning. Well I churned quite a spell, and I looked in the churn to see if the butter was comin' and my spectacles fell off and the churn dasher broke them, and while I was trying to fish them out my plug of tobacco fell in the churn and spoiled the cream. Well I wouldn't have cared, but I didn't have any more tobacco handy. Ha... Just then I heard that boy say, "Uncle Josh, is there a bug in it?" And I looked around, and darned if he didn't have my watch open and was pokin' in it with a hairpin. Well I took it away from him and he started a'squawling so you could hear him a mile and a half. Well I give him some maple sugar to keep him quiet, and just then the soft soap boiled over and while I was trying to sot if off the stove it upsot and run all over the kitchen floor, and some of it run through a hole in my boot, and I had to go out and stick my foot in the rain water barrel. Ha...

     Well I heard that boy yell and when I got in the house darned if he didn't have his finger caught in a mousetrap. And I got it out and tied a rag around it and he said, "Uncle Josh, it's leakin', ain't it?" Well I heard a noise out in the henhouse and went out there and the speckled hen had a lot of little chickens and the cat was trying to get 'em. Ha ... Well I started to chase that cat and the clothesline caught me under the chin and I turned about four somersaults and sat down in the middle of a flower bed. And I heard that boy say, "Uncle Josh, a bee bit me!" Ha... I looked around and darned if them bees hadn't swarmed and while I was trying to hive them they got all over me, and while I was fighting them off that boy fell into the washtub and the smokehouse caught fire and the fire department turned out, and when I come to, Cindy said I'd been abusing her boy and Nancy said, "A woman can't leave home a minute. Men are such helpless critters!" Ha...

50264-L Uncle Josh in a Barber Shop--A Rural Monologue

     We ain't got any barber in Pun'kin Center so I always shaved myself till Nancy got to using my razor to cut her corns with, and then I quit shaving and raised whiskers. Ha... But Nancy cut my hair with the sheep shears and after she got through with it, gosh I was a sight! Ha... I looked like an escaped convict, or a fur coat that had moles in it, and Nancy cut it in all styles at once. Gosh! She would cut it Pompadour on one side, shingle it on the other, and cut it curly behind, and she'd get hair down my back, cut me with the shears, and then fuss at me cause I didn't hold still. Ha ...

     Well to save myself torture, I took to wearing my hair long. Guess I'd be doin' it yet but for one thing. There was a show come to Pun'kin Center and I guess pretty nigh the whole village went to see it. Well there was a magic fellow there, and he asked for someone to come up on the platform and help him, and like a darned fool I done it! Ha... Oh, yes! I helped him right smart. Well that fellow turned me around, facing all the folks, and Nancy said it was just sinful what he done to me. He took a pack of cards and two bottles of whiskey out of my pocket; an old hen and a dozen eggs out of my hair; a rat trap, two rabbits, and a pigeon out of my whiskers. Gosh, I never felt so foolish in all my born days! Ha... And Nancy said my face was so red she was a'feared my whiskers would take fire. Well I was the laughing stock of the whole village. So I just calculate the first good chance I got I was going to get my hair cut by a regular barber. But I'd let a bird dog look over it first. Might be some more chickens in it! Ha...

     So while I was in New York I thought it would be a good time to have it done. Well I looked all over New York. Guess I'd be looking yet if a fellow hadn't told me that Tom Sawyer Emporium meant barber shop. Ha... Gosh, they do have the darndest names for things. Well, I went into one of them emporiums and told a fellow what I wanted and a whole crowd of them went to work on me. One fellow went to blacken my boots; another went to cleaning my clothes; and a gal went to whittling my fingernails. And the barber went to talking. Ha...

     Gosh, how that fellow could talk! He told me six funny stories, told me what horse would win the race, how the ball game would come out, what Congress is going to do, and who was going to be the next president, and what nation would win in the war, and then asked me if I wanted him to go over the chin again. Ha... I told him I heard him the first time. He cut at my hair till he got tired, and then he singed me like a chicken. He asked me four times to have some bay rum, and when he couldn't get me to drink it, he put it on my hair. He shaved my whiskers in the middle and dyed them black, tied my head up in hot rags, and then turned a buzz fan on me. Ha...

     Well, when I got out of there, I never was so doodied up in all my life. And when I got home it was a full minute before Nancy knowed me, and for a whole week I was a stranger in my own home. Our dog tried to bite me, the horse kicked at me, the cow wouldn't let me milk her, and I couldn't get within gunshot of anything on the place. And when we went to church, the minister preached a sermon about Delilah cutting Samson's hair, and everybody knowed he was hinting at me. Ha... Well the black has wore off my whiskers and my hair has growed out, and yesterday I seen Nancy sharpening the sheep shears, so I suppose in a day or so I'll be lookin' natural again. Ha...

50265-R Moonlight on the Lake

Come away, come away,
Oh! come where the silvery waves break,
Oh! come, oh, come,
There's moonlight on the lake.

There's moon - - - light on the lake,
    Moonlight on the lake, there's moonlight on the lake,
(The sun) The sun - - - has gone to rest,
    The sun has gone to rest, the sun has gone to rest, (has gone to rest)
The birds - - - have called their loved,
    The birds have called, their loved ones to their nest,
Have called their loved - - - ones to their nest.
    The birds, the birds have called, their loved ones to their nest.

Upon - - - the banks we meet,
    On the banks we meet, yes, on the banks we meet,
(Our boat) Our boat - - - the ripples break,
    Our boat the ripples break, our boat the ripples break,
(Our hearts) Our hearts - - - are filled with joy,
    Our hearts are filled, our hearts are filled with joy,
For now there's moon - - - light on the lake.
    For now, for now there's moonlight, moonlight on the lake.

Come away, come away,
Oh! come where the silvery waves break,
Oh! come, oh, come,
There's moonlight on the lake.

There's moon - - - light on the lake,
    Moonlight on the lake, there's moonlight on the lake,
(The sun) The sun - - - has gone to rest,
    The sun has gone to rest, the sun has gone to rest, (has gone to rest)
The birds - - - have called their loved,
    The birds have called, their loved ones to their nest,
Have called their loved - - - ones to their nest.
    The birds, the birds have called, their loved ones to their nest.

Upon - - - the banks we meet,
    On the banks we meet, On the banks we meet,
(Our boat) Our boat - - - the ripples breaks,
    The ripples breaks, our boat the ripples breaks,
(Our hearts) Our hearts - - - are filled with joy,
    Our hearts are filled, our hearts are filled with joy,
For now there's moon - - - light on the lake.
    For now, for now there's moonlight, moonlight on the lake.

Come away, come away,
Oh! come where the silvery waves break,
Oh! come, oh, come,
There's moonlight on the lake.

    Moonlight on the lake, Moonlight on the lake,

    See our boat, our boat, see our boat the wavelets break,

    And our hearts are filled, hearts are filled with joy,

    Filled with joy to see the moonlight on the lake.

Come away, come away,
Oh! come where the silvery waves break,
Oh! come, oh, come,
There's moonlight on the lake.
Oh! Come away, Yes, come,
Oh! Come away, yes, come,
Yes, come, yes, come.

50265-L The Old Oaken Bucket

How dear to this heart are the scenes of my childhood,
When fond recollections present them to view!
The orchard, the meadow, the deep-tangled wild wood,
And every loved spot which my infancy knew;
The wide-spreading stream, the mill that stood near it,
The bridge and the rock where the cataract fell;
The cot of my father, the dairy house by it,
And e'en the rude bucket that hung in the well.

The moss-covered bucket I hail as a treasure;
For often, at noon, when returned from the field,
I found it the source of an exquisite pleasure,
The purest and sweetest that Nature can yield.
How ardent I seized it, with hands that were glowing!
And quick to the white-pebbled bottom it fell;
Then soon, with the emblem of health overflowing,
And dripping with coolness, it rose from the well.

How soon from the green mossy rim to receive it,
As poised on the curb it reclined to my lips!
Not a full flowing goblet would tempt me to leave it,
Though filled with the nectar that Jupiter sips.
And now, far removed from that loved situation,
The tear of regret will intrusively dwell,
As fancy reverts to my father's plantation,
And sighs for the bucket that hung in the well.

50300-R Asleep in the Deep

Stormy the night and the waves roll high,
Bravely the ship doth ride;
Hark while the light-house bell's solemn cry,
Rings o'er the sullen tide.
There on the deck see two lovers stand,
Heart to heart-beating and hand in hand,
Tho' death be near, she knows no fear,
While at her side is one of all most dear.

Loudly the bell in the old tower rings,
Bidding us list to the warning it brings.
Sailor, take care! Sailor, take care!
Danger is near thee, Beware! Beware.
Beware! Beware!
Many brave hearts are asleep in the deep,
So beware! beware!
Many brave hearts are asleep in the deep,
So beware! beware!

50300-L The Blue Jay And The Thrush

A bird that was bold as a birdie could be,
As he made these remarks in his sweet melody,
He warbled with pride from his nest in the brush,
And said that the Spring was just made for the thrush.
The robin and wren kindly asked him to hush.

The next to be heard was the pretty blue jay:
"I think, Mr. Thrush, you are wrong when you say,
We know that for all was made beautiful Spring.
Our warbles and trills we together should sing!"
The thrush quite agreed so they made the woods ring.

Said the old brown thrush with glee.
Said the robin too, from his nest in the apple tree.
And a large dan quail from the top fence rail,
Said a chorus from the shady lane.
With his day's work done came the farmer's merry son,
Who was loudly whistling this refrain.

The thrush told his mate on St. Valentine's Day,
To the blue jays that scold and a visit we'll pay.
For this is the time that was just made for love.
And each to his mate said: "My own turtledove!"
Our warbles and trills they come from above.

Our warbles and trills they come from above.

50302-R O Little Town Of Bethlehem

O little town of Bethlehem, how still we see thee lie!
Above thy deep and dreamless sleep the silent stars go by;
Yet in thy dark streets shineth the everlasting light.
The hopes and fears of all the years are met in thee tonight.

For Christ is born of Mary, and gathered all above,
While mortals sleep, the angels keep their watch of wond'ring love.
O morning stars, together proclaim his holy birth,
And praises sing to God the king, and peace to men on earth!

How silently, how silently the wondrous gift is giv'n!
So God imparts to human hearts the blessings of his heav'n.
No ear may hear his coming; but, in this world of sin,
Where meek souls will receive him, still the dear Christ enters in.

O holy Child of Bethlehem, descend to us, we pray;
Cast out our sin, and enter in, be born in us today.
We hear the Christmas angels the great glad tidings tell;
Oh, come to us, abide with us, our Lord Immanuel! Amen.

50302-L Once In Royal David's City

Once in royal David's city stood a lowly cattle shed,
Where a mother laid her baby in a manger for his bed:
Mary was that mother mild, Jesus Christ, her little child.

He came down to earth from heaven who is God and Lord of all,
And his shelter was a stable, and his cradle was a stall;
With the poor and meek and lowly, lived on earth our Savior holy.

And our eyes at last shall see him, through his own redeeming love;
For that child so dear and gentle is our Lord in heaven above;
And he leads his children on to the place where he is gone.

Not in that poor lowly stable, with the oxen standing by,
We shall see him; but in heaven, set at God's right hand on high;
When like stars His children crowned, all in white shall wait around. Amen.

50343-R There's a Long, Long Trail

Nights are growing very lonely,
Days are very long;
I'm a-growing weary only,
Listening for your song.
Old remembrances are thronging,
Through my memory.
Thronging till it seems the world is full of dreams,
Just to call you back to me.

CHORUS:
There's a long, long trail a-winding,
Into the land of my dreams,
Where the nightingales are singing,
And a white moon beams:
There's a long, long night of waiting,
Until my dreams all come true;
Till the day when I'll be going down,
That long, long trail with you.
(first time repeat CHORUS)

All night long I hear you calling,
Calling sweet and low;
Seem to hear your footsteps falling,
Everywhere I go.
Though the road between us stretches,
Many a weary mile.
Somehow I forget that you're not with me yet,
When I think I see you smile.
(to CHORUS)

50343-L My Mother's Rosary

It takes an old-time love song,
To keep this old world young;
Each heart must have a love song,
Though some are never sung.
Some people worship money,
The song of clinking gold;
But mother's song at twilight,
Brings you right back to the fold.

There's an old-time melody,
I heard long ago;
Mother called it the Rosary,
She sang it soft and low;
Without any rhyme, without any prose,
I even forgot how the melody goes,
But ten baby fingers and ten baby toes,
She'd watch them by the setting sun,
And when her daily work was done,
She'd count them each and every one,
That was my mother's Rosary.

One day we may be happy,
Next day we may regret;
Some things that we remember,
We wish we could forget.
Sometimes you may be lonely,
In darkness you may roam;
But mother's song at twilight,
Keeps telling you to go home.

In this weary world of sinning,
We all have the same beginning,
But the roads we take in life are sometimes wrong.
Now you may pay your debts to others,
But the debts we owe our mothers,
Are the ones we keep on owing right along.
From the first day my mother made my baby clothes,
Her ten commandments as everyone knows,
Were ten baby fingers and ten baby toes.
She'd watch them by the setting sun,
And when her daily work was done,
She'd count them each and every one,
That was my mother's Rosary.

50370-R You're a Dangerous Girl

I love you. I love you.
You're just the kind of girl for me,
But there is something 'bout you, makes me doubt you,
Oh! oh! what can it be?
You dare me, you scare me.
But still you hang around each day,
But you're the kind that will charm. I mean no harm.
Well! you've got a dangerous way.

You're beautiful! He thinks I'm beautiful!
You're wonderful, I know.
I'm just the kind of girlie that makes them fall.
But when you get them where you want them you fool them all.
Well I'm fond of you. But I'm on to you,
'Though you're the sweetest girl in the world.
You love my eyes, You're fond of my kissing.
But my heart cries: "Stop, Look and Listen!"
You're wonderful! I must be marvelous!
But you're a doggone dangerous girl.

You're cunning. Am I stunning?
You're ev'rything a girl should be,
You have a way of dressing, that's impressing,
Still we never agree.
You rule me, you fool me,
But, still I let you have your way,
At times I think you're not true. I stick to you,
But I love you more ev'ry day. Hooray!

You're beautiful! He thinks I'm beautiful!
You're wonderful, I know.
I'm just the kind of girlie that makes them fall.
But when you get them where you want them you fool them all.
Well I'm fond of you. But I'm on to you,
'Though you're the sweetest girl in the world.
You love my eyes, You're fond of my kissing.
But my heart cries: "Stop, Look and Listen!"
You're wonderful! I must be marvelous!
But you're a doggone dangerous girl.

You're beautiful! He thinks I'm beautiful!
You're wonderful, I know,
I'm just the kind of girlie that makes them fall.
But when you get them where you want them you fool them all.
Well I'm fond of you. But I'm on to you,
'Though you're the sweetest girl in the world.
My lips have said, "Now don't be a stranger."
But they're both red, I know that means danger.
You're wonderful! I must be marvelous!
But you're a doggone dangerous girl.

50370-L Dublin Mary Brown

Ev'ry time I hear a song of girls from Erin's Isle,
It's always sure to say her eyes are blue.
Of a brown-eyed Colleen I will sing to you the while,
And you can bet she's Irish through and through.
If my heart could only speak today,
All the world would hear it proudly say:

REFRAIN:
Mary, I love you, Mary,
With your loving sighs that I idolize
and your roguish eyes of brown.
Mary, my darling Mary,
I'll be coming back some day to Dublin town.
I love to sing to you, and soon I'll bring to you,
The wedding ring so you must get the gown.
Though your eyes are brown 'tis true,
They're as true as eyes of blue.
My darling Dublin Mary Brown. (Oh...)
(repeat REFRAIN)

Every time a boat comes in I'm there and never fail,
My thoughts are wand'ring far across the sea.
Watching for the happy word that's coming in the mail,
I'm wishing Mary, Dear, were here with me.
Yesterday I sent to her a note,
just a short one; this is what I wrote:
(to REFRAIN)

50383-R Santa Claus Song

Now I was a regular Santy Claus, and I love good girls and boys.
When I come around at Christmas time to give you all some toys,
Now I've got almost everything, so if you all was good,
I'll look down in my little sack und see what I can give.

I've got prize for Maria, some little jumping jacks,
I've got some sheep and cows and calfs and ducks that go (quack-quack...)
I've got here a little pussycat that goes (meow, meow)
So if you all was nice and good, I'll give them to you now.

(Yodel...)

(talking)

I come when you all was down to sleep, your stockings just to fill,
Down by the chimney slowly creeps, so noiselessly and still.
The tell-tale light was burning low, yet I can easy tell,
To whom I'll give those knick-knack goods, and where I know quite well.

Let's mit merry sleigh bells to ring out on the air.
Und skates for girls to glide upon, I'll give away with care.
A jack-in-a-box for baby, too, and a hundred tiny things,
That makes my children happy feel, und gladness always brings.

(Yodel...)

50435-R You Said Something

All the girls I see make a hit with me.
Where e're I wander, I love brunettes or something blonder.
I don't care a bit, where your heart may flit,
Why surely, you knew, Dear, I was teasing, I love you, Dear.

You said something when you said you love me,
Oh, but I wonder for how long it will be,
If you find someday you've altered your mind,
I'd be forgiving, but simply could not go on living.
Girls much prettier you will meet by the score,
Will you regret you never met them before?
You said something when you said you love me,
But say it a whole lot more.

All the men I know fascinate me so.
Oh! what romances I've built around them in my fancies.
I am not aware why you think I care,
Why surely, you knew, Dear, I was teasing, I love you, Dear.

You said something when you said you love me,
Oh, but I wonder for how long it will be,
If you find someday you've altered your mind,
I'd be forgiving, but simply could not go on living.
Men much handsomer you'll meet by the score,
Will you regret you never met them before,
You said something when you said you love me,
But say it a whole lot more.

Girls much prettier you will meet by the score,
I won't regret I never met them before,
You said something when you said you love me,
But say it a whole lot more.

50435-L I'd Be Happy Anywhere With You

Tell me true Dear, I beg you do, Dear,
If you love me, will you be true, Dear,
True forever? I'll leave you never!
We shall ever be together! Be it fair or stormy weather.
I have nothing of worth to give, Dear,
Poor and lowly, we'll have to live, Dear.
I'll be happy, I'll be true!
I'll be happy anywhere with you!

In a cottage, so poor and humble,
Are you sure, Dear, you would not grumble,
You'll be true, Dear! I love but you, Dear!
We shall surely know what bliss is!
We will live on bread and kisses!
If the wolf comes so fiercely growling,
Round our doorstep at night a'prowling,
I'll be happy, I'll be true!
I'd be happy anywhere with you!

I'll be happy, I'll be true!
My only boy! So true!
I'll be happy, I'll be true!
My only girl! So true!

Put me on a mountain highland,
I won't care, So long as you are ever by my side!
Stand me on a desert island,
Anywhere surrounded by an ocean dark and wide;
Chain me in the deepest dungeon;
I would find my happiness in two fond eyes so true;
Anyhow, any place, any time, anywhere,
If I'm with you!

Stand me on a desert island,
Anywhere surrounded by an ocean dark and wide;

Anyhow, any place, any time, anywhere,
If I'm with you!

50447-R We Three Kings Of Orient Are

We three kings of Orient are;
Bearing gifts we traverse afar,
Field and fountain, moor and mountain,
Following yonder star.

REFRAIN:
O star of wonder, star of night,
Star with royal beauty bright,
Westward leading, still proceeding,
Guide us to thy perfect light.

Born a King on Bethlehem's plain,
Gold I bring to crown Him again.
King forever, ceasing never,
Over us all to reign.
(to REFRAIN)

Frankincense to offer have I;
Incense owns a Deity nigh;
Prayer and praising, All men raising,
Worship Him, God most high.
(to REFRAIN)

Myrrh is mine, its bitter perfume,
Breathes a life of gathering gloom;
Sorrowing, sighing, bleeding, dying,
Sealed in the stone cold tomb.
(to REFRAIN)

Glorious now behold Him arise;
King and God and sacrifice;
Alleluia, Alleluia,
Earth to the heaven replies:
(to REFRAIN)

50447-L God Rest You Merry, Gentlemen

God rest you merry, gentlemen, let nothing you dismay,
Remember Christ our Savior was born on Christmas Day;
To save us all from Satan's power when we were gone astray.

REFRAIN:
O tidings of comfort and joy, comfort and joy;
O tidings of comfort and joy.

In Bethlehem, in Jewry, this blessed Babe was born,
And laid within a manger upon this blessed morn;
For which His mother Mary did nothing take in scorn.
(to REFRAIN)

From God our heavenly Father a blessed angel came;
And into certain shepherds brought tidings of the same;
How that in Bethlehem was born the Son of God by name.
(to REFRAIN)

"Fear not, then," said the angel, "Let nothing you afright,
This day is born a Savior of a pure Virgin bright,
To free all those who trust in Him from Satan's power and might."
(to REFRAIN)

Now to the Lord sing praises all you within this place,
And with true love and brotherhood each other now embrace;
This holy tide of Christmas all others doth deface.
(to REFRAIN)

50460-R Hail! Hail! The Gang's All Here!

All here, boys? Sure! Everybody? Yes, let's go. Yaah!

A gang of good fellows are we (are we)
Are we (are we) are we (are we)
With never a worry you see (you see)
You see (you see) you see (you see)
We laugh and joke, we sing and smoke,
And live life merrily;
No matter the weather when we get together
We have a jubilee.

So, Hail! Hail! The gang's all here,
What the deuce do we care,
What the deuce do we care,
Hail! Hail! We're full of cheer,
What the deuce do we care Bill! (The gang's all here!)

We love one another we do (we do)
We do (we do) we do (we do)
With brotherly love and it's true (it's true)
It's true (it's true) it's true (it's true)
It's one for all, the big and small,
It's always me for you;
No matter the weather when we get together
We drink a toast or two.

So, Hail! Hail! The gang's all here,
What the deuce do we care,
What the deuce do we care,
Hail! Hail! We're full of cheer,
What the deuce do we care Bill!

When out for a good time we go (we go)
We go (we go) we go (we go)
There's nothing we do that is slow (is slow)
Is slow (is slow) is slow (is slow)
Of joy we get our share you bet,
The gang will tell you so;
No matter the weather when we get together
We sing this song you know:

So, Hail! Hail! The gang's all here,
What the deuce do we care,
What the deuce do we care,
Hail! Hail! We're full of ... cheer,
What the deuce do we care Bill!

Here we are a gang of jolly men.
And we like the nut brown ale,
What the deuce do we care Bill!

50460-L So Long, Mother

Oh mother, dear, a little tear is gleaming in your eye.
Your lips are all a-tremble as you hear me say "good-bye."
The Stars and Stripes are calling now on every mother's boy.
From Maine to dear old Dixie they shoulder arms with joy.

CHORUS:
So long, my dear old lady, don't you cry.
Just kiss your grown up baby boy good-bye.
Somewhere in France I'll be dreaming of you,
You and your dear eyes of blue.
Come let me see you smile before we part.
I'll throw a kiss to cheer your dear old heart.
Dry the tear in your eye, don't you sigh, don't you cry.
So long, mother, kiss your boy good-bye.
(1st time repeat)

Oh mother, dear, each volunteer must say good-bye today.
Some leave a love who may forget when he has marched away.
But I leave one who'll not forget that's why I'm mighty glad,
For you're the only sweet-heart that I have ever had.
(to CHORUS)

50465-R Mammy's Little Coal Black Rose

I heard a pickaninny crying,
Down in Tennessee one night.
His little heart was nearly breaking,
Just because he wasn't white.
Then his dear old Mammy kissed him,
And she said, "Child, don't you sigh.
Weep no more, my baby."
Then she sang a Dixie lullaby:

You better dry your eyes my little coal black rose, and don't you sigh.
You better go to sleep and let those eyelids close, oh hush-a-bye.
Cause you're dark don't start apining,
You're a cloud with a silver lining.
Though every old crow thinks his babe am white as snow,
Your dear old Mammy knows you are mighty like a rose.
And when the angels gave those kinky curls to you, so curlicue;
They put a sunbeam in your disposition too, that's true.
The reason you're so black I s'pose,
They forgot to give your Mammy a talcum powder chamois.
So don't you cry, don't you sigh,
'Cause you're Mammy's little coal black rose.

And then I saw that dear old Mammy,
Kiss those baby tears away.
While in her arms the baby nestled,
Happy as a child at play.
Then she whispered, "Mammy loves you,
You're as sweet as 'possum pie.
Go to sleep, my baby,
While your Mammy sings a lullaby."

You better dry your eyes my little coal black rose, and hush-a-bye.
You better go to sleep and let those eyelids close, oh don't you sigh.
Cause you're dark don't start apining,
You're a cloud with a silver lining.
Though every old crow thinks his babe am white as snow,
Your dear old Mammy knows you are mighty like a rose.
And when the angels gave those kinky curls to you, so curlicue;
They put a sunbeam in your disposition too, that's true.
The reason you're so black I s'pose,
They forgot to give your Mammy a talcum powder chamois.
So don't you cry, don't you sigh,
'Cause you're Mammy's little coal black rose.

50465-L If You Had All the World And Its Gold

I was wishing that I had the riches to buy,
All my dreams as I sat by the fire.
What a life I would live, what could riches not give,
What more could a heart desire?
When my poor little mother drew close to my side,
"There are some things, my child, you can't buy," she replied:

You can't buy your sunshine at twilight,
You can't buy the moonlight at dawn.
You can't buy your youth when you're growing old,
Nor the life when the heartbeat is gone.
You can't buy your way into heaven,
Though wealth may hold power untold.
And when you lose your mother, you can't buy another,
If you had all the world and its gold.

Mother's eyes beam on me, in their depths I can see,
Light of love far more precious than gold;
Silver threads in her hair, and her brow lined with care,
Tell me she is growing old.
Then I see that the teardrops are dimming her eyes,
As she smiles through her tears, I can't help realize:

You can't buy the sunshine at twilight,
You can't buy the moonlight at dawn.
You can't buy your youth when you're growing old,
Nor the life when the heartbeat is gone.
You can't buy your way into heaven,
Though wealth may hold power untold.
And when you lose your mother, you can't buy another,
If you had all the world and its gold.

50470-R Umbrellas To Mend--One-Step

Umbrellas! Umbrellas!
(repeat)

50490-R K-K-K-Katy

Jimmy was a soldier brave and bold,
Katy was a maid with hair of gold.
Like an act of fate, Kate was standing at the gate,
Watching all the boys while on parade.
Kate smiled with a twinkle in her eye,
Jim said, "M-M-Meet you b-b-bye and bye."
That same night at eight, Jim was at the garden gate,
Stuttering this song to K-K-K-Kate:

K-K-K-Katy, beautiful Katy,
You're the only g-g-g-girl that I adore,
When the m-m-m-moon shines over the c-c-c-cowshed,
I'll be waiting at the k-k-k-kitchen door.
K-K-K-Katy, beautiful Katy,
You're the only g-g-g-girl that I adore,
When the m-m-m-moon shines over the c-c-c-cowshed,
I'll be waiting at the k-k-k-kitchen door.

No one ever looked so nice and neat,
No one could be just as cute and sweet,
That's what Jimmy thought, when the wedding ring he bought,
Soon he'll go to France the foe to meet.
Jimmy thought he'd like to take a chance,
See if he could make the Kaiser dance,
Stepping to a tune, all about the silvery moon,
This is what they'll hear in far off France:

K-K-K-Katy, beautiful Katy,
You're the only g-g-g-girl that I adore,
When the m-m-m-moon shines over the c-c-c-cowshed,
I'll be waiting at the k-k-k-kitchen door.

Company, halt! At ease.
Oh, my. That was some hike. I should say.
Yoohoo, Jimmy, Hello!
Oh, look at the fair one. Some doll.
Who is she?
Why, that's Jimmy's bride.
Jimmy, come on over.
I-I-I can't. It's against the r-r-r-rules and r-r-r-regula...
Aw, write it to her.
They'll be sounding taps before he can tell it. Ha...
You better come over here, Katy.
All right, I will.
Say, wouldn't Jimmy make a fine officer?
I'll bet it took him a long time to propose.
He didn't propose.
Who did?
Why, Katydid! Ha...
Oh, Jimmy, oh say can't you get a pass for tonight?
I-I-I d-d-d ... I-I-I d-d-d ... I-I-I d-d-d ... I don't know. I-I-I'll try!
Company, attention! Forward, turn right. March!

K-K-K-Katy, beautiful Katy,
You're the only g-g-g-girl that I adore,
When the m-m-m-moon shines over the c-c-c-cowshed,
I'll be waiting at the k-k-k-kitchen door.

50490-L A Submarine Attack

A jolly bunch of tars are we,
We love to sail the deep blue sea,
And sing (and sing, and sing) so merrily (so merrily).
A sailor's life is so full of joy,
And all the girlies love sailor boys,
That's why (that's why) the reason why (the reason why),
We love to sail the deep blue sea.

All's well! All's well!

Oh, Captain, is the transport in the danger zone yet?
Yes, but while it's more dangerous right here there's danger everywhere on the sea. But don't worry; you Red Cross girls would be the first to be taken care of.
Oh, we're not worrying any more than the boys are.

We're on our way across the foam,
To fight for those we left at home sweet home,
Are we downhearted? No, no, no!
We're doggone glad that we can go.

Say, that's a pretty good song.
But I can sing a better one!
Who are you?
My name's Hicky Hank and I used to sing soprani in our village choir!
Ha...
Well, go ahead and show the boys up, Hank.
Well, I'll be darned if I don't!

I'm Hicky Hank, He's Hicky Hank,
I'm Hicky Hank, He's Hicky Hank,
I'm glad I left the farm to be an A-One fighting man,
I'll come back some day in a Captain's cap,
And I'll take my best gal on my lap,
Lotsa kisses, make her Mrs.,
I'm Hicky, Hicky, Hicky Hank! By Heck!

Ha...
You're all right, Hank. Some singer!
What does he do aboard?
Who, Hank? Why he's a gunner.

Periscope, dead ahead
Pipe all hands to quarters!

A torpedo, Captain, on the starboard bow,
Take a zigzag course. Full speed ahead.
Aye, aye, sir.
(Rumble)
Gosh we missed it by twenty feet.
When you get the range, fire!
Aye, Aye, Sir!
A little short. Try again!
Fire yet!
The u-boat's gone under, we must have hit her.
She's coming up astern!
Fire!
A direct hit.
She's blown to pieces!
Yay! ...
Where's the man that fired that shot?
Here I be, Captain, I'm the feller, Hicky Hank from old Yaphank.
Yes, indeed some boy.

We're on our way across the foam,
To fight for those we left at home sweet home,
Are we downhearted? No, no, no!
We're doggone glad that we can go.

A jolly bunch of tars are we,
We love to sail the deep blue sea,
And sing (and sing, and sing) so merrily (so merrily).
A sailor's life is so full of joy,
And all the girlies love sailor boys,
That's why (that's why) the reason why (the reason why),
We love to sail the deep blue sea.

50516-R Snow Deer

Sweet Snow Deer mine, moon's a-shine through the pine,
While Mohawks sleep, let us creep through the vale.
Your cowboy lover your heart will cover.
Don't hesitate, it is late, ponies wait
For you and me by the tree in the dale.
Hear tom-toms beating, let's hit the trail.

CHORUS:
My pretty Snow Deer, say you will go, dear,
From your side I'll never part, every trail leads to your heart.
It's time to marry, no time to tarry.
Let me carry you from here, my sweet Snow Deer.
(second time repeat)

The red men come, bullets hum, there'll be some
Left on the trail, I can't fail, cling to me.
We'll crown the story with love and glory.
Now after all must I fall, hear my call,
And fly away while we may, can't you see,
Those ranch lights gleaming, safe there we'll be.
(to CHORUS)

50516-L Silver Bell

Beneath the light of a bright starry night,
Sang a lonely little Indian maid,
"No lover's sweet serenade has ever won me."
As in a dream, it would seem, down the stream,
Gaily paddling his tiny canoe,
A chieftain longing to woo, sang her this song:

CHORUS:
Your voice is ringing, my Silver Bell.
Under its spell I've come to tell you
Of the love I am bringing o'er hill and dell.
Happy we'll dwell, my Silver Bell.
(second time repeat)

For many moons, many spoons, many tunes
Woke the echoes of the still summer night.
As down the stream gleaming bright, they floated dreaming.
In his canoe, only two sat to woo,
And they listened to the sigh of the breeze
That seemed to sing in the trees this sweet refrain:
(to CHORUS)

50518-R Oh Helen!

Willie Meek though good at grammar,
When he'd speak he'd always stammer,
And when he tried,
Then he'd be mortified,
He'd call on a girl named Helen,
Most every day.
He'd start sighin' like a dyin'
calf and then he'd say:

Oh Hel... Oh Hel... Oh Helen please be mine,
Your f-feat... your f-feat... your f-features are divine.
I swear... I swear... I swear I will be true,
Oh Dam... Oh Dam... Oh Damsel I love you.

Oh Hel... Oh Hel... Oh Helen please be mine,
Your feat... your feat... your features are divine.
I swear... I swear... I swear I will be true,
Oh Dam... Oh Dam... Oh Damsel I love you.

Oh Hel (Oh Hel) Oh Hel (Oh Hel) Oh Helen please be mine,
Your feat (your feat) your feat (your feat) your features are divine.
I swear (I swear) I swear (I swear) I swear I will be true,
Oh Dam (Oh Dam) Oh Dam (Oh Dam) Oh Damsel I love you.

Helen's daddy went for Willy,
Ripping mad he knocked him silly.
Thought him profane,
He nearly went insane,
But when Willy Meek explained it,
It was all right.
Now her father doesn't bother,
When he says each night:

Oh Hel... Oh Hel... Oh Helen please be mine,
Y-you simp... y-you simp... you simply are divine,
Y-you mutt... y-you mutt... you mutter words so true,
Oh Dam... Oh Dam... Oh Damsel I love you.

Oh Hel... Oh Hel... Oh Helen please be mine,
You simp... you simp... you simply are divine,
You mutt... you mutt... you mutter words so true,
Oh Dam... Oh Dam... Oh Damsel I love you.

Oh Hel (Oh Hel) Oh Hel (Oh Hel) Oh Helen please be mine,
You simp (you simp) you simp (you simp) you simply are divine,
You're not... you're not... you're not so much that's true,
Oh Dam (Oh Dam) Oh Dam (Oh Dam) Oh Damsel I love you.

50518-L How 'Ya Gonna Keep 'Em Down On the Farm After They've Seen Paree?

Reuben, Reuben, I've been thinking,
Said his wifey dear;
Now that all is peaceful and calm,
The boys will soon be back on the farm;
Mister Reuben, started winking,
And slowly rubbed his chin, by heck!
He pulled his chair up close to mother,
And he asked her with a grin, Hey!

How ya goin' to keep 'em, down on the farm,
After they've seen Paree? Hey!
How ya goin' to keep 'em away from Broadway,
Jazzin' aroun', and paintin' the town?
How ya goin' to keep 'em away from harm?
That's a mystery.
They'll never want to see a rake or plow,
And who the deuce can parley vous a cow?
How ya goin' to keep 'em down on the farm,
After they've seen Paree?

Reuben, Reuben, you're mistaken,
Said his wifey dear;
Once a farmer, always a jay,
And farmers always stick to the hay;
Mother Reuben, I'm not faking,
Though you may think it strange;
But wine and women play the mischief,
With a boy who's loose with change. Hey!

How ya goin' to keep 'em, down on the farm... Heh, heh.

Why, Mother! What the deuce could be the matter? Mother! What is it? Tell me.
Oh, Nothing.
Oh, yes there is now. Come on, out with it.
Well, it's just this. How is it that you appear to know so much about jazzing around, as ya call it, and paintin' the town, and this here parley vooin', hmph, whatever that is.
Oh, I see. Well, now, hmph, hmph. Well, you see, Mother, why by gosh, I guess I put my foot in it. Why, hmph. Why uh, I heard Deacon Treadway talkin' about it.
Oh, ya did?
Hmm.
Well, excuse me, Reuben.
Oh, that's all right, Mother, mistakes are bound to happen in the best of families.
Ha, ha, ha...
But say,

How ya goin' to keep 'em, down on the farm,
After they've seen Paree? Hey!
How ya goin' to keep 'em away from Broadway,
Jazzin' aroun', and paintin' the town?
How ya goin' to keep 'em away from harm?
That's a mystery.
Imagine Reuben when he meets his pa,
He'll kiss his cheek and holler "oo-la-la!"
How ya goin' to keep 'em down on the farm,
After they've seen Paree?

50537-R Anything Is Nice If It Comes From Dixieland

Every winter you will notice that the birdies in the sky,
To the south will always fly.
Now perhaps you're wondering why?
It's a land of sunshine and the only place a real wise bird should be.
There's a lot of good things waiting there (down there) for you and me:

Just to make our clothes the cotton grows in dear old Alabam',
Each hungry mouth looks to the South for sweet Virginia ham.
From Tennessee comes melody that's played by every band,
And if you're talking of chicken, Oh! Maryland.
Louisiana sugar is sweeter than the rose,
Just thank old Carolina that's where Bull Durham grows.
If you're dreaming of a girl to love that's the place to win her hand,
Take my advice, anything is nice if it comes from Dixieland.

Dixie, Dixie is a garden far away from snow and ice.
It's a perfect paradise and the home of everything nice.
Everybody loves it 'cause they know about its many different charms,
Like a mother she will welcome you (she will) with open arms.

Just to make our clothes the cotton grows in dear old Alabam',
Each hungry mouth looks to the South for sweet Virginia ham.
From Tennessee comes melody that's played by every band,
And if you're talking of chicken, Oh! Maryland.
Louisiana sugar is sweeter than the rose,
Just thank old Carolina that's where Bull Durham grows.
If you're dreaming of a girl to love that's the place to win her hand,
Take my advice, anything is nice if it comes from Dixieland.

From Tennessee comes melody that's played by every band,
And if you're lookin' for chicken, Oh! Maryland.

If you're dreaming of a girl to love that's the place to win her hand,
Take my advice, anything is nice if it comes from Dixieland.

50537-L Have A Smile For Everyone You Meet And They Will Have A Smile For You

When you're blue and things go wrong with you,
Don't try to share it, grin and bear it,
And your dreams are sure to come true.
When you're sad, just make believe you're glad,
And all the world will smile with you.

CHORUS:
Have a smile for everyone you meet,
And everyone will have a smile for you.
Every mile along life's busy street
Is filled with friendship true.
Each tomorrow brings new sorrow,
So why borrow tears? The thing to do is:
Have a smile for everyone you meet,
And they will have a smile for you.
(1st time repeat CHORUS)

When you fear the days because they're drear',
Don't you regret it, just forget it,
And the sun is sure to appear.
Pride and pluck will always bring good luck,
So keep on smiling while you're here.
(to CHORUS)

50577-R Why Did You Come Into My Life?

I wonder if you really know how hard 'tis to forget,
Those loving, precious hours, which fill me with regret;
Your voice speaks to me from the breeze, your lips smile with the rose:
Can hearts so soon forget the past, your heart must surely know.

REFRAIN:
Why did you come into my life and teach me,
The dearest, sweetest of love's melodies,
Why did you show to me love's deepest pleasures,
When I was, Oh! so happy and carefree;
Why did you show to me a glimpse of Heaven,
And open wide the gates of Paradise:
My heart, it knew no sorrow or love's madness,
Why did you, did you come into my life?

There is a kiss from lips I miss which woke my slumb'ring heart,
I miss a glance from eyes of blue, from them 'tis hard to part;
I miss a tender, loving smile, a gentle, sweet caress,
But oh, what anguish tears my heart, your lips I cannot press.
(to REFRAIN)

50577-L When I Met You

Down the shady pathway in the valley,
Two sweethearts strolled content and free from care.
Were dreaming love's young dream, of a cottage by the stream,
The song of birds and fragrance filled the air.
And he told the story old,
The sweetest ever told:

REFRAIN:
I've seen the Roses of Picardy,
I've seen the poppies of Planter's field,
I've seen the shamrock of Erin's Isle,
I've seen the locusts that only Egypt can yield,
I've seen the sunset in purpling skies,
I've seen the love light in Mother's eyes,
I've seen the woodland approach the heavens of blue,
But they all faded away like a dream when I met you.

In a quiet home down in the valley,
Two sweethearts sat within the fire light's glow,
In the sunset of their lives, far away from stress and strife,
Were living all the days of long ago.
They were dreaming of the day,
When first she heard him say:
(to REFRAIN)

50584-R Breeze (Blow My Baby Back To Me)

It's an ill wind that blows nobody good, (nobody)
Blows nobody good they say. (no good they say)
If anybody knows I certainly should,
'Cause it blew my gal away. (away)

Breeze (that lovely breeze) that blew my gal away, (my gal away)
I've had the blues all day (the blues all day) since early morn. (since early morn, and I feel so low)
You came (you came) a'whispering through the trees, (the trees)
When I woke up this morning she was gone. (left the home-sweet-home, and I'm all alone)
Breeze, (you wicked breeze) you blew her from my side.
She was my blushing bride, so hear my plea.
Hear me beggin' you upon my knees,
Blow her back, sweet evening breeze.
Blow my baby back to me.

It's an ill wind that blows nobody good, (nobody)
Blows nobody good they say. (no good they say)
I said a little prayer right down on my knees,
Just to blow her back to me. (to me)
Breeze, (you wicked breeze) you blew her from my side.
She was my blushing bride, so hear my plea.
Hear me beggin' you upon my knees,
Blow her back, sweet evening breeze.
Blow my baby back to me, sweet evening breeze.

50584-L Ragging the Chopsticks

Music teachers, music creatures, here's a song for you.
Every kiddie knows this ditty, and you know it too.
Don't be guessin', it's a lesson, and it's something new.
It won't take long to learn this song, now here's just what you do.

You've heard chopsticks, plain old chopsticks,
Played by every kid.
It may sound strange, but times have changed,
Here's something that I did.
I took a chop, and took a stick,
And shook 'em in a bag.
And when I finished with the trick,
I found I had a rag.

First you play this strain, try it once again,
And you'll find you have a sweet refrain.
Then it goes like this, and it goes like that.
If you follow me you won't go flat.

Now comes chopsticks, ragtime chopsticks,
With two fingers, just like fiddlesticks.
Tick, tick, tick, tick, like a clock ticks,
It's an easy trick.

And now there's eenie meanie minie moe,
Catch him by the toe.
If he hollers let him go,
The rest of the words I don't know.

Back to chopsticks, ragtime chopsticks,
With two fingers, just like fiddlesticks.
Tick, tick, tick, tick, like a clock ticks,
It's an easy trick.

Ragging the chopsticks, it's got the kick!

50586-R That Tumble-Down Shack in Athlone

I'm a long way from home, and my thoughts ever roam
To old Erin far over the sea;
For my heart it is there, where the skies are so fair,
And old Ireland is calling for me.

CHORUS:
Oh! I want to go back to that tumble-down shack
Where the wild roses bloom round the door;
Just to pillow my head in that old trundle bed.
Just to see my old mother once more.
There's a bright gleaming light guiding me home tonight,
Down the long road of white cobblestones;
Down the road that leads back to that tumble-down shack,
To that tumble-down shack in Athlone.

There are eyes that are sad as they watch for a lad
In the old-fashioned town of Athlone;
And I pray for the day when I'm sailing away
To old Ireland and mother, my own.
(to CHORUS)

50586-L Did You Mean All You Told Me Last Night?

Sweetheart it pains me to question you,
but I seem to doubt you, Dear.
Last night when you said that you loved only me,
was all that you whispered sincere?
Did you mean every fond caress,
can you really and truly say yes?

REFRAIN:
Did you mean every thing that you told me,
last night when you said you'd be true?
Did you mean every word that my anxious heart heard,
every kiss that you gave to me, too?
Are the castles I built all to vanish,
will my hopes and my dreams be belied?
I just want to know, for I do love you so,
did you mean all you told me last night?

Tell me, must I go on dreaming, Dear,
yes, dreaming of love and you?
How can I believe that you really love me,
as much as you've said that you do?
Is all of my happiness mine,
Did you mean every word, every line?
(to REFRAIN)

50603-R See Old Man Moon Smile

(Whistle) I wonder where that gal is? I done walked up and down here so much that my socks are spats.
Doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo.
Oh, there she is now. Hello there, honey.
Hello, son.
Say, where you been, honey?
Oh, I been out lookin' at the cows.
Well, how is all the cows and little cowlicks?
Oh, they's all well. How's all your folk?
Oh, my folks is well. Here, here, honey. My folks ain't no cows. Say, baby. Papa's gonna take you to a party tonight.
You ain't gonna take me to no party. The last time you took me to one you disgraced me.
How come I disgraced you?
What did you do when that nice lady asked you to pass her the nutcracker?
Well, what did I do?
You turned right around and passed her a beer bottle.
Well, that was the best nutcracker I could find. Ha... But what did you say when that nice lady passed you the ice cream?
What did I say?
You say, "Lady, I always likes my pudding hot."
Oh, I ain't said that, I ain't that ignorant.
Gal, you so ignorant, you ain't got no brains.
Yes, and if brains was a disease, you'd have the leprosy.
Ah, now honey, don't go let's arguefy, cause:

Honey the moon am shining.
I can see it, I ain't blind.
Honey my heart am pinin'.
Man, you done lost your mind!
Now, honey, if you go to the party with me (Hmph!)
Let all our high-tone rivals see. (Yes?)
In a week or two, (What will you do?)
That's when I'll marry you. (Such nerve!)

Come on, honey. I ain't your honey.
See Old Man Moon smile.
I can see him smilin'. Yeah I'm whilin'.
You ain't got no style.
When we get to the party we'll make things hum.
And if they start a'fightin' that's when you'll run.
No, I won't! Oh yes, you will!
I say I won't! I say you will!
Come on, honey. Don't call me honey!
See Old Man Moon smile.

Why won't you go to the party with me, honey?
'Cause you a coward. You come from a running family. I saw your old daddy runnin' so fast one day that when he turned the corner his vest pocket dipped sand.
Yeah, and your old pappy run so fast that they see the bottom of his feet so often that they think he's layin' down.
Is that so? Keep on and I'm going to hit you so hard that your shirt'll run up and down your back like a window shade.
Yeah, and if I ever swing this wicked left of mine at you and miss ya, the breeze from it will give you pneumonia.
Keep on pestercating and one more clean shirt's going to do you!
Hmm! That woman mean, there. I better square myself. Say, honey, come on. Give me a little kiss.
Well, coax me.
Coax you? Shucks! I'm a nigger that don't have to coax no woman to kiss me, 'cause the ladies calls me "Sweet Papa Charlie", tree top tall and black, but sweet, Oh Lord!
Yeah, and don't forget that I'm some high yellow and chocolate to the bone.
Yeah, you is that, honey. I will admit.

Come on, honey. I ain't your honey.
See Old Man Moon smile.
I can see him smilin'. Yeah I'm whilin'.
You ain't got no style.
You know I loves you honey, and my heart is right.
Yes, every time I see your face I get a fright.
No, you don't! Oh yes, I do!
I say you don't! I say I do!
Come on, honey. Don't call me honey!
See Old Man Moon smile.

50603-L I've Got My Captain Working For Me Now

Johnny Jones was a First Class private,
In the Army last year.
Now he's back to business in his father's place.
Sunday night I saw him with a smiling face.
When I asked why he felt so happy,
Johnny chuckled with glee.
He winked his eye, and made this reply:
"Something wonderful has happened to me."

I got the guy who used to be my captain,
Working for me.
He wanted work, so I made him a clerk,
In my father's factory.
And by and by I'm gonna have him
Wrapped in work up to his brow.
I make him open the office every morning at eight,
I come around about four hours late.
Everything comes to those who wait.
I got my captain working for me now.

He's not worth what I have to pay him,
But I'll never complain.
I've agreed to give him fifty dollars per.
It's worth twice as much to hear him call me "Sir."
While I sit in my cozy office,
He's outside working hard.
Out in the hall at my beck and call,
With a feather duster standing on guard.

I got the guy who used to be my captain,
Working for me.
He wanted work, so I made him a clerk,
In my father's factory.
And by and by I'm gonna have him
Wrapped in work up to his brow.
When he comes into the office he gets up on his feet,
Stands at attention, and gives me his seat.
Who was it said, "Revenge is sweet!"
I got my captain working for me now.

50606-R Daisies Won't Tell

There's a sweet old story you have heard before,
Here among the daisies let me tell it o'er:
Only say you love me, for I love you well,
Answer with a kiss, dear, daisies never tell.

REFRAIN:
Daisies won't tell, dear, come kiss me do,
Tell me you love me, say you'll be true,
And I will promise always to be
Tender and faithful, Sweetheart, to thee.

In a dream I fancied you were by my side,
While I gathered daisies one long chain you tied.
Round us both I wound it, close I held you, too.
Daisies never tell, Dear, make that dream come true.
(to REFRAIN)

50606-L Put On Your Old Grey Bonnet

On the old farm house veranda there sat Silas and Miranda,
Thinking of the days gone by.
Said he "Dearie don't be weary, you were always bright and cheery.
But a tear, dear, dims your eye."
Said she "they're tears of gladness Silas, they're not tears of sadness,
It is fifty years today since we were wed."
Then the old man's dim eyes brightened and his stern old heart it lightened
As he turned to her and said:

CHORUS:
"Put on your old grey bonnet with the blue ribbon on it,
While I hitch old Dobbin to the shay,
And through the fields of clover, we'll drive up to Dover
On our golden wedding day."
(repeat CHORUS)

It was in the same old bonnet with the same blue ribbon on it,
In the old shay, by his side,
That he drove her up to Dover through the same old fields of clover,
To become his happy bride.
The birds were sweetly singing and the same old bells were ringing,
As they passed the quaint old church where they were wed.
And that night when stars were gleaming, the old couple lay a dreaming,
Dreaming of the words he said.
(to CHORUS)

50607-R Floatin' Down To Cotton Town

I just dropped in to see you all and say,
I leave today, I'm on my way. (I'm on my way)
I'm goin' back to sunny Dixieland,
That's why I came to shake you by the hand. (you by the hand)
The minute when I cross that Dixie Line,
No more I'll pine, won't that be fine?
Mister Captain, don't fail me, just hurry and sail me,
To that gal of mine.

Floatin' down, my honey, floatin' down,
Floatin' on the river down to Cotton town.
Just hear that whistle (toot, toot) tootin' away,
And those darkies singin', banjos ringin' till the break of day.
Honey lamb, my little honey lamb,
I'll come back to you and Alabam';
While fields of sugar cane seem to welcome me again,
Floatin' down to Cotton town.

Just see those southern roses 'long the shore,
There's just one more I'm longin' for. (I'm longin' for)
The cotton blossoms in the moonlight fair,
Reminds me of my Mammy's snow white hair. (my Mammy's head)
Just hear that music 'neath the Southern moon,
While darkies croon a Dixie tune.
Mister Captain, you've hurried, but don't keep me worried,
Land me there right soon:

Floatin' down, my honey, floatin' down,
Floatin' on the river down to Cotton town.
Just hear that whistle (toot, toot) tootin' away,
And those darkies singin', banjos ringin' till the break of day.
Honey lamb, my little honey lamb,
I'll come back to you and Alabam';
While fields of sugar cane seem to welcome me again,
Floatin' down to Cotton town.

Floatin' down, my honey, floatin' down,
Floatin' on the river down to Cotton town.
Just hear that whistle (toot, toot) tootin' away,
And those darkies singin';
Honey lamb, my little honey lamb,
I'll come back to you and Alabam';
While fields of sugar cane seem to welcome me again,
Floatin' down to Cotton town.

50607-L You're My Gal

Everybody's going to the picnic today.
Gwine to have jolly time.
Yes, and some jazz band to make up jazz.
And the singing will be fine.
Ha, ha. And the singing will be fine.

Look out son, You'll pop a mainspring!
Gal, let's harmonize a little.
All right, I'm ready.
All ready, let's go.

Har-mo-ny.

Ha, ha, ha. Ha, I'm a singer, ain't I boy?
You is that and you's my gal.
Your gal? Hmph! I wouldn't have you cause you got cancers on the hair!
What you mean by cancers on the hair?
You can't comb it and don't you try.
Is that so? Well don't forget that I'm a handsome fastidious gentleman.
Handsome? Why coon, if I was as ugly as you I'd look up to the good Lord and ask to be dismissed.
You might do that but still you's my gal.
Never count your chickens before they hatch.
Now that's a fine way to talk. That ain't the way to say that!
Well, how should I have said it?
You should have said never calculate on your juvenile poultry before the proper process of incubation has been fully materialized.
Man, you's the cat's number when it comes to talk, ain't you?
Gal, I knowed Mr. Webster well.
Say you did?
Yeah, I used to run with his dogs.
Aw, go on coon, you got the swinney.
Only horses get the swinney.
I know, but mules get it too.
Well I ain't no mule.
No, your ears are too long.
Yeah, my ears are too ... gal, they ain't too long!
Well they'll grow.
Yeah, they'll ... They won't grow!

Listen, gal to the steamboat whistle.
I can hear it, Henry Jones.
You know that means there's a picnic today.
I know that, Henry Jones.
So I've come to take my gal (Hmph!) to that jubilee.
Where is she?
You're my gal, now ain't you, Sal?
Man, be on your way.

You're my gal. Don't make me laugh, Henry Jones.
I'll call you Sal. Make me lose my happy home.
You know I loves you honey like I never did before.
I swear you like the rent man always knocking at my door.
You're my gal. Wait'll Charlie sees you.
I don't care nothing about him.
You say you don't well listen Mister man.
Charlie's second name is Samson and he sure can fight.
If I swing my wicked left at him he'll die of fright.
Who, Charlie? Yes, Charlie!
And I'll still say you're my gal.

You sure is a persistent coon. You know, you make me sick.
Well, you don't make me feel any too well.
Is that so! And another thing, coon, you don't know how to love.
I don't know how to love, huh? Well, listen gal. What it takes to love, I'm broke out with it. And you know, you only brung that other guy in to make me jealous, because you know that ...

You're my gal. Don't make me laugh, Henry Jones.
I'll call you Sal. Make me lose my happy home.
You know I loves you honey like I never did before.
I swear you like the rent man always knocking at my door.
You're my gal. Wait'll Charlie sees you.
I don't care nothing about him.
You say you don't well listen Mister man.
Charles was born in Texas, raised in Tennessee.
And he'll die in Alabama if he messes with me.
Who, Charlie?
Yes, Charlie! And I'll still say you're my gal.
Yes, I'm your gal.

50610-R Golden Gate (Open for Me)

Many dreams I dreamt, many days I spent,
By the Golden Gate away out west.
Flowers all year round everywhere are found,
There I left the ones that I love best.

Golden Gate, Golden Gate, by the sea,
Someone's waiting, waiting there for me.
When my good ship comes a'sailing,
Happy I will be.
Open wide, swing aside, Golden Gate,
Hear me calling, calling to my mate.
So drive away sadness, bring back the gladness,
Golden Gate, open for me.

Every day a year, every sigh a tear,
Since I left the land of sunny clime.
Days just seem to fly, clouds have drifted by,
I'll be back in orange blossom time.

Open wide, swing aside, Golden Gate,
Hear me calling, calling to my mate.
So drive away sadness, bring back the gladness,
Golden Gate, open for me.

50610-L Granny

Most every night I turn down the light. Why?
So I can sit there and dream.
I always see you. Do you see me, too?
Somehow your face seems to beam.

REFRAIN:
Granny my own, I seem to hear you calling me.
Granny my own, you are my sweetest memory.
When my mammy used to droop her eyes, tired as she could be.
Then I'd creep right up into your arms, and you'd croon to me.
When I'm alone I long to kiss your silvery hair.
Granny my own, you were in every single prayer.
If up in heaven angels reign supreme, among the angels you must be the queen.
Granny my own, I miss you more and more.

Can't hold my tears back, can't bring the years back,
Still I'm not lonesome or blue.
You must be near me, I know you hear me.
My guiding star must be you.
(to REFRAIN)

50611-R I've Made Up My Mind To Mind A Maid Made Up Like You

Wonderful girls, I've met them and I gave them all my heart.
Wonderful boys, I loved them and they fooled me from the start.
Goodbye to Vampire beauties, not for me.
No more the Broadway cuties, I can see.

I bid them adieu, I want only you. Well!

I've made up my mind to mind a modest maid made up like you. Yes?
There's nobody else will do. No?
There's nobody else but you. You're sure?
There's nobody else, there's nobody else but you,
Can put me through the little things you do. Oh!
I've made up my mind to mind a modest maid made up (Lovely!) like you dear, just you.

Well, what do you say?
Well, I also have, uh ...

Made up my mind to mind a modest boy made up like you. Yes?
There's nobody else will do. No?
There's nobody else but you. You're sure?
There's nobody else, there's nobody else but you,
Can put me through the little things you do. Oh, ho!
I've made up my mind to mind a modest boy made up (Lovely!) like you dear, just you.

I've made up my mind to mind a modest maid made up like you.
There's nobody else will do.
There's nobody else but you.
There's nobody else, there's nobody else but you,
Can put me through the little things you do.
I've made up my mind to mind a modest maid (boy) made up like you dear, just you.

50611-L My Desert Love

Shadows, deep purple shadows,
A silver moon shows where the Nile.
Incense enthralling, romance is calling,
Calling in voice divine, the choice is mine.

REFRAIN:
Desert Love, the moon above,
Wakens wondrous memories.
Star dimpled waters of that olden Nile,
Recall the radiance of your golden smile.
Egypt's skies are in your eyes,
Flashing bits of paradise.
Ah! What bliss is in your kisses,
My own little Desert Love.