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Rafael De Leon
Chorus:
Tic, tic, tic! Ev'rybody lookin'. Tic, tic, tic! See them all a-searchin'.
Tic, tic, tic! That's all they're hearin' but they couldn't find out where the watch was hiding.
What a confusion. A fellow lost his watch in a railway station. (Repeat)
An attractive girl named Melda was accused of being a burglar.
She had no purse, no pocket in her clothes, so where she hid the watch only goodness knows. And you hearing
(Chorus)
Under suspicion, they took her down to the police station
And they called on the matron who examined all the clothes she had on
The matron examined with care. She even made her take down her long hair.
She searched till she couldn't search no more but the watch now tickin' louder than before. And you hearing
(Chorus)
Confusion now in the station. The matron searching by inspiration.
Watch tickin' louder and louder and the matron moving up closer.
The matron convinced there's no doubt. She put her hand inside Melda's mouth.
Do you know her idea cam true? When she found the watch, it was ten to two. Still tickin'
(Chorus)
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Gue Gue solingaie, balliez chimin la. (Repeat) M'a dis li, oui, m'a dis li. Calbass' li connain parler. Gue Gue solingaie, balliez chimin la. (Repeat) M'a dis li, oui, m'a dis li. Calbass' li connain parler. Gue Gue
Sleep, sleep, don't you weep. Dry your tears a-while. Dream, dream, then you'll hear the singing crocodile.
Oh, dreaming, we'll go dreaming. Hush, now, baby, don't you cry.
Sail, sail, pretty babe, while the moon is low. Through bright bayou night, the dreamboats drifting slow.
Oh, dreaming, we'll go dreaming. Hush, now, baby, don't you cry.
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Dave Guard/Bob Shane/Nick Reynolds
Chorus:
Dorie (Repeat three times) by the firelight, come and dance with me. Blazing in the night, the fire grows.
Come and shout and sing, make the mountains ring while our hearts beat high.
Come and sing and shout. Laugh and turn about while the flames reach the sky.
(Chorus)
Burn me with desire. Set my heart a-fire. Throw your cares away.
When the dance is through, I'll be holding you till the break of day.
Dori, dori, dorie. (Repeat)
By the firelight, come and dance with me. Blazing in the night, the fire grows.
By the firelight, find romance with me. You are mine tonight, the fire grows, grows, grows, grows, grows, hey!
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Chorus:
South Coast, the wild coast, is lonely. You may win at the game at Jolon,
But the lion still rules the barranca, and a man there is always alone.
My name is Juan Hano de Castro. My father was a Spanish grandee,
But I won my wife in a card game, when a man lost his daughter to me.
I picked up the ace. I had won her! My heart, which was down at my feet
Jumped up to my throat in a hurry- Like a warm summers' day, she was sweet.
(Chorus)
Her arms had to tighten around me as we rode up the hills from the South.
Not a word did I hear from her that day- or a kiss from her pretty red mouth.
We came to my cabin at twilight. The stars twinkled out on the coast.
She soon loved the valley- the orchard- but I knew that she loved me the most.
(Chorus)
Then I got hurt in a landslide with crushed hip and twice-broken bone.
She saddled our pony like lightning- rode off in the night, all alone.
The lion screamed in the barranca; the pony fell back on the slide.
My young wife lay dead in the moonlight. My heart died that night with my
bride.
(Chorus)
Daughters were possessions, to be bet away or arranged marriages for; also, note
the use of "young wife" in the final stanza. Her shyness- "had to tighten"-
and her silent reticence but adaptable "soon loved..." indicates no previous
marriage,
and "lost his daughter to me" indicates her origin, whereas "to hell with
the lords o'er the sea" seems thrown in. If this man were a sailor, why would
he have established orchards?
Just a thought. I'd really like to see the original music if it were available.
The concept of betting away a daughter was my first exposure to the concept of
women as property and the sung stuck with me my whole life. (I was the oldest
and
only daughter and I was afraid of the possibility; I was 9 and the chorus,
except
for one word, and the storyline, and the tune have stayed with me for the last
25 years; it influenced my major "women's studies")
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Conrad Eugene Mauge, Jr.
Chorus:
Well, now, back to back, belly to belly, well, I don't give a damn 'cause I done that already, back to back
Belly to belly at the zombie jamboree.(Repeat) (Now hear the chorus) (You can feel that) (Oh, what a good game)(You're all alone, you know)
Zombie jamboree took place in a New York cemetery (Where?) Zombie jamboree took place in Long Island cemetery.
Zombies from all parts of the island. (Where?) Some of them are great calypsonians. (Some.)
Since the season was carnival they got together in bacchanal. Oh, what ya' doin'?
(Chorus)
One female zombie wouldn't behave. She say she want me for a slave.
In the one hand she's holding a quart of wine, in the other she's pointing that she'll be mine.
Well, believe me folks, I had to run. (Why?) A husband of a zombie ain't no fun! (Don't knock it!)
I says, "Oh, no, my turtle dove, that old bag of bones I cannot love." Oh, what you doin'?
(Chorus)
Right then and there she raise her feet. "I'm a-going to catch you now, my sweet.
I'm gonna make you call me 'Sweetie Pie'." I says "Oh, no, get back, you lie!"
"I may be lyin' but you will see (What?) After you kiss this dead zombie." (Blah!)
Well, I never seen such a horror in my life. Can you imagine me with a zombie wife? (Yes!)
(Chorus)
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In the jungle, the mighty jungle
The lion sleeps tonight
In the jungle the quiet jungle
The lion sleeps tonight
Near the village the peaceful village
The lion sleeps tonight
Near the village the quiet village
The lion sleeps tonight
Hush my darling don't fear my darling
The lion sleeps tonight
Hush my darling don't fear my darling
The lion sleeps tonig
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Burl Ives
Shipmates listen unto me. I'll tell you in my song of things that happened to me when I come home from Hong Kong.
Chorus:
To me way, you Santy, my dear Annie. Oh, you New York girls, can't you dance the polka?
As I walked down to Chatham Street, a fair maid I did meet.
She asked me, please, to see her home. She lived on Bleecker Street
Now, if you'll only come with me, you can have a treat.
You can have a glass of brandy and something nice to eat.
(Chorus)
Before we sat down to eat, we had sev'ral drinks.
The liquor was so awful strong, I quickly fell asleep.
(Chorus)
When I awoke next mornin, I had an achin' head.
My gold watch and my pocketbook and the lady friend had fled.
Now dressed in the lady's apron, I wandered most forlorn
'Till Martin Churchill took me in and he sent me round Cape Horn.
(Chorus)
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Alan J. Lerner/Frederick Loewe
Away out here they've got a name for rain and wind and fire. The rain is Tess, the fire's Joe. They call the wind Maria.
Maria blows the stars around and sets the clouds a-flyin'. Maria makes the mountains sound like folks was out there dyin'.
Maria. (Maria). Maria. (Maria). They call the wind Maria.
Before I knew Maria's name and heard her wail and whinin', I had a gal. She had me and the sun was always shinin'.
But then one day I left my gal. I left her far behind me and now I'm lost, so gol' darn lost not even God can find me.
Maria. (Maria.) Maria. (Maria.) They call the wind Maria.
Out here they have a name for rain and wind and fire only. When you're lost and all alone, there ain't no name for lonely.
And I'm a lost and lonely man without a star to guide me. Maria blow my love to me. I need my gal beside me.
Maria. (Maria.) They call the wind Maria. Maria! Maria. (Maria.) They call the wind Maria.
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They're rioting in Africa. They're starving in Spain.
There's hurricanes in Florida and Texas needs rain.
The whole world is festering with unhappy souls.
The French hate the Germans. The Germans hate the Poles.
Italians hate Yugoslavs. South Africans hate the Dutch.
And I don't like anybody very much!
But we can be tranquil and thankful and proud
For man's been endowed with a mushroom shaped cloud.
And we know for certain that some lovely day
Someone will set the spark off and we will all be blown away.
They're rioting in Africa. There's strife in Iran.
What nature doesn't do to us will be done by our fellow man.
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Chorus:
Shady Grove, my little love, Shady Grove, I know. Shady Grove, my little love, bound for Shady Grove. (Last time: Bound for Shady Grove. (Right on over to Lonesome Traveler)
Lips as red as the bloomin' rose, eyes of the deepest brown, You are the darlin' of my heart stay 'til the sun goes down.
(Chorus)
I went to see my Shady Grove standin' by the door, shoes and stockings in her hand little bare feet on the floor.
(Chorus)
I wish'd I had a big fat horse, corn to feed him on, pretty little girl to stay at home, you feed him when I'm gone.
(Chorus)
Well, (Yeah, yeah, yeah) I am a lonely and a lonesome traveler (Repeat twice)
I've been a-travelin' on.
I traveled in the mountains and in the valleys, (Repeat twice)
Well, I've been a-travelin' on.
I traveled cold and then I traveled hungry, well (Repeat twice)
I've been a-travelin' on.
Hey, one of these days I'm gonna stop all my travelin', well (Repeat twice)
Stop all this travelin' on.
I'm gonna keep right on a-travelin' on that road to freedom (Repeat twice)
Well, I've been a-travelin' on.
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Hey! We are following the footsteps of those who've gone before and we'll all be reunited on that new and sunlit shore.
Oh, when the saints go marching in,
Oh, when the saints go marching in,
oh, Lord, I want to be in that number when the saints go marching in.
And when the sun refuse to shine,
And when the sun refuse to shine,
oh, Lord, I want to be in that number when the sun refuse to shine.
Oh, when the trumpet sound its call,
Oh, when the trumpet sound its call,
oh, Lord, I want to be in that number when the trumpet sounds that call.
Oh, when the new world is revealed,
Oh, when the new world is revealed,
oh, Lord, I want to be in that number when the new world is revealed.
Oh, when the new world is revealed,
Oh, when the saints go marching in,
oh, Lord, I want to be in that number when the saints go marching in.
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