Альбом The Kingston Trio

Jane Bowers/Irving Burgess

Aye, Torero, she is here. Aye, matador. I feel her eyes. They are wide with excitement and fear.
I feel her heart for it cries when the horns are too near.
I will bold, brave, and swift will I be and I will be numero uno, torero fino. She'll dream tonight of me.

Chorus:
Ole, ole, ole! (Husted!) Viva el matador! Ole, ole, ole! (Venga!) Viva el matador!

Aye, Torero, she is here. Aye, matador. I see her smile and I see there the reason she came.
Toro, come closer. Come here and I'll whisper her name.
You may be brave and as bold as you're black, but I will be numero uno, torero fino, toro come back.

Chorus)

Toro, aqui. Closer, closer, closer.

P. French/H. Collisson

Oh, Mary, this London's a wonderful sight with people here working by day and by night.
They don't sow potatoes nor barley nor wheat but there's gangs of them diggin' for gold in the street.
At least when I asked them that's what I was told so I just took a hand at this diggin' for gold,
But for all that I found there I might as well be where the Mountains O'Mourne sweep down to the sea.

I believe that when writing a wish you expressed as to how the fine ladies in London were dressed,
Well, if you'll believe me when asked to a ball, they don't wear no top to their dresses at all.
Oh, I've seen them meself and you could not in truth say that if they were bound for a ball or a bath,
Don't be startin' them fashions, now, Mary McCree, where the Mountains O'Mourne sweep down to the sea.

There's beautiful girls here, oh, never you mind, with beautiful shapes nature never designed,
And lovely complexions, all roses and cream but let me remark with regard to the same
That if at those roses you venture to sip, the colors might all come away on your lip,
So, I'll wait for the wild rose that's waitin' for me in the place where the dark Mourne sweeps down to the sea.

Dick Glasser

Chorus:
Don't cry, Katie. I'll be comin' back to you, you, you. Don't cry, Katie, even though I'm gone, my love will still be true.

I'll be gone for maybe just a year. Don't cry, Katie. Even though I'm gone, my love will still be here. Don't cry, Katie.

(Chorus)

You'll be in my dreams though you are far away. Don't cry, Katie. Have a little faith and I'll return some day. Don't cry, Katie.
Don't cry, don't cry, don't cry, Katie. Don't cry, Katie, I'll be comin' back to you.
Don't cry, don't cry, don't cry, Katie. Even though I'm gone, my love will still be true.

(Chorus)

When I return, darling, we can be together. Don't cry, Katie. Then we can share our precious love forever. Don't cry, Katie.

(Chorus)

Aue tangni (pronounced "tanga") tagni tikake aue
Aue tagni tagni tikake aue

Tagni tikake au
Taku vahine
Tera tei raro tonga ra Aue
Tagni tagni tikake aue.

Na mama naka higna aro na
Papa naka fa'a tupu
Na mama e nake tatara e.

Tagni tikake au
Taku vahine
Tera tei raro tonga ra
Aue tagni tagni tikake aue

Weston/Lee/Weston

In the tower of London, large as life, the ghost of Anne Bolyn walks they declare.
Poor Anne Bolyn was once King Henry's wife until he made the headsman bob her hair.
Ah, yes, he did her wrong long years ago and she comes up at night to tell him so,

Chorus:
With her head tucked underneath her arm she walks the bloody tower,
With her head tucked underneath her arm at the midnight hour.

She comes to haunt King Henry. She means giving him what for. Gadzooks, she's going to tell him off. She's feeling very sore,
And just in case the headsman wants to give her an encore, she's has her head tucked underneath her arm.

(Chorus)

The sentries think that it's a football that she carries in and when they had a few they shout, "Is Army going to win?"
They that it's Red Grange instead of poor old Ann Bolyn with her head tucked underneath her arm.

Sometimes gay King Henry gives a spread for all his pals and gals and ghostly crew.
The headsman craves the joint and cuts the bread then in comes Anne Bolyn to queer the do.
She holds her head up with a wild war whoop and Henry cries, "Don't drop it in the soup!"

(Chorus)

One night she caught King Henry, he was in the canteen bar. Said he, "Are you Jane Seymour, Anne Bolyn, or Katherine Parr?
How the sweet san perryann do I know who you are with your head tucked underneath your arm?"

Jules Fox/Sam Friedman

Carrier pigeon, carrier dove, fly to my darlin' and take her my love.

Take her a message. Tell her I'm blue. Tell her I'm lonely but faithful and true.
Carrier pigeon, carrier dove, fly to my darlin' and take her my love.

Tell her I miss her. Say I was wrong. Tell her that we've been parted too long.
Carrier pigeon, carrier dove, take her my heart and return with her love.

Wrote her and phoned her, wired her, too. She never answered, so I'm countin' on you.
Carrier pigeon, carrier dove, fly to my darlin' and bring back my love.

Wantcha to tell her one little thing. Say that I'm holdin' that old weddin' ring.
Carrier pigeon, carrier dove, fly to my darlin' and bring back my love.

Fly away, pigeon, fly away, dove. Come back, pigeon. Back with my love.

B. Olofson/M. McIntyre

Oh, 'til I go down to Bimini, never get a lickin' 'til I go down to Bimini.

We were all sailors 'til the day our boat pulled in to Bimini Bay.
We tapped a keg. We loaded on. Woke up to find the boat was gone!

Chorus:
Send my bail down to Bimini. This town is wearisome. Got thrown in jail just for drinkin' Barbego rum, Barbego rum.

Oh, 'til I go down to Bimini, never get a lickin 'til I go down to Bimini.,

I recollect the other night, seems like there was a friendly fight.
It was a woman brought me grief. Her mother was the police chief!

(Chorus)

I told them I would mend my ways. They let me out in thirty days.
One little sip to quench my thirst, I should have read the label first!

(Chorus)

Oh, 'til I go down to Bimini, never get a lickin' 'til I go down to Bimini.

They say that Bimini can't afford to keep providing room and board.
I'm anchored here by ball and chain, squeezin' the rum from sugar cane.

(Chorus)

Oh, 'til I go down to Bimini, never get a lickin' 'til I go down to Bimini. (Repeat and fade)

Will Holt

Spoken: A young man goes to Paris, as every young man should. There's something in the air of France that does a young man good.

Chorus: On the album, Dave sings the beginning of the chorus in phonetic French. Actual French is as follows: Ah! les fraises et les fromboises et les bon vins (que) nous avons bus.
La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la. Raspberries, strawberries, the good wines we brew.
Here's to the girls of the countryside, the ones we drink 'em to.

Spoken: Paris nights are warm and fair. The summer winds are soft. A young man finds the face of love in every field and loft.
In every field and loft.

(Chorus)

Spoken: An old man returns to Paris as ev'ry old man must. He finds the winter winds blow cold. His dreams have turned to dust.
His dreams have turned to dust. His dreams have turned to dust.

Ah! les fraises et les fromboises et les bon vins que nous avons bus.
La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la. Raspberries, strawberries, the good wines we brew.
Here's to the girls of the countryside, whom we must bid adieu.

Theodore Bikel

Mangwani mpulele, kinelwa kitula (A Mangwani) Mangwani mpulele, kinelwa kitula
Le haele mule, le haele mula kinelwa kitula (A Mangwani) (Repeat this line)

Dave Guard/Nick Reynolds/Bob Shane

Oh, do you know my Johnny, he is down in yonder lea? He's sneakin' 'round and creepin' and he's, aye, watchin' me.
He's pullin' and he's teasin' but his meanin's not so bad. If it's ever going to be, tell me now, Johnny lad.
Tell me now, my Johnny laddie, tell me now, my Johnny lad. If it's ever going to be, tell me now Johnny lad.

When the sheep are in the fold and the cows are in the byre and other lads and lasses sittin' 'round a-roarin' fire.
There's me, a silly lassie, just as like as if I's mad, through the nooks and barley stooks, teasin' you, Johnny lad.
Teasin' you, my Johnny laddie, teasin' you, my Johnny lad. Through the nooks and barley stooks, teasin' you, Johnny lad.

Oh, Johnny's blythe and bonnie. He's the pride o' yonder lea and I love him best of any though he's, aye, teasin' me.
Though he teases me and squeezes me and tickles me like mad. None comes near me that can cheer me like my own Johnny lad.
And it's you, my Johnny laddie, aye, it's you, my Johnny lad. None comes near me that can cheer me like my own Johnny lad.

Oh, my Johnny's not a gentleman nor yet is he a laird but I would follow Johnny lad, although he was a card.
Oh, Johnny is a bonnie lad. He was once a lad of mine and I've never had a better lad though I've had twenty-nine.
And with you, my Johnny laddie, and with you, my Johnny lad, oh, I'll dance the buckles of my shoes with you, Johnny lad.
And with you, my Johnny laddie, and with you, my Johnny lad, oh, I'll dance the buckles of my shoes with you, Johnny lad.

Jack Splittard

The hunter, he did cross the plain and then he ventured home again.
The merry, merry feast will soon begin among the leaves so green-o.

Chorus:
Jackie boy, sing ye well. Very well. Hey down, hoe down, derry, derry down.
Among the leaves so green-o. To my hey, down, down. Hoe down, down.
Hey down, hoe down, derry, derry down. Among the leaves so green-o.

The hunter is a cheerful sight. His hearth is warm, his fire bright.
His songs, they fill the winter night among the leaves so green-o.
To my hey down, down. Hoe down, down. Hey down, hoe down, derry, derry down.
Among the leaves so green-o.

(Chorus)

'Tis merry we are and merry we'll stay. We'll sing a toast 'till the break of day
And start again upon our way among the leaves so green-o.

(Chorus twice)

Hey down, hoe down, derry, derry down. (Repeat twice)

Bob Shane/Jack Splittard

Adelita, 'tis time we remembered that only one hour more and I must go
To the hills of Sierra Del Prado for the glory of our Mexico.

Chorus:
Oh, Adelita, promise you'll remember the happy hours that now have long gone by.
Oh, Adelita, we'll share these tender moments. Adelita, it hurts me when you cry.

Adelita, the time is here to leave you. Once again, now, I'll kiss away your tears.
In my heart I will hold you forever and our love, it will live through the years.

(Chorus)