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The Songs We Sing
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Now
is come September, the Hunter’s moon begun And through the wheat and stubble we turn the green to dun The leaves of pale and yellow are kindlin’
into red And
the ripe and bearded barley is hangin’ down his head. Chorus: All among the barley Who could not be blithe? When the ripe and bearded barley Is smilin’ on the scythe. The Spring is like a young man who does
not know his mind. The
Summer she’s a tyrant, the most ungracious kind. The Autumn is an old friend who loves where all she can, For she brings the bearded barley to gladden the hearts
on man. The wheat is like a rich
man, he’s sleek and well to do. The oats are like a pack of girls, laughing and dancing, too. The rye is like a miser, he’s sulky, lean and
small. But
the ripe and bearded barley is monarch of them all. The babe it knows no grief nor care, safe in its mothers breast. -------------------------------------------------------------------- It’s all around my hat I will
wear the green willow, It’s all around my hat, for a twelve month and a
day. And
if anyone should ask me the reason why I’m wearin’
it: I’m
wearin’ it for my true love who is far, far away. Nothing have I gained and my own true love I’ve lost. I will sing and I’ll be merry, on occasion I do see He’s a false, deluding young man.
Let him go, fare well he. He thought to deprive me of a far greater thing But I am being careful, a s lovers ought
to be. He’s
a false, deluding young man. Let him go, fare well he. A small sprig of time, and as much of prudence. You put it all together,
and you will plainly see, He’s a false, deluding young man. Let him go, fare well he. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------- The
Prickle-Holly Bush “Oh,
slack your horse,” cries George, |
There is a little lass and her name is Mary Mack. Make no mistake, she’s the one I’m gonna take. A lot of other fellas will be trying to
get her back But
I’m thinking that they’ll have to get up early. Mary Mack’s mother’s making Mary Mack marry me, My mother’s making me marry Mary Mack. I’m gonna marry
Mary so my Mary will take care of me. We’ll all be making merry when I marry Mary Mack. Yum-dum-deedle-idle-eedle-idle-um In
fact you hardly see the one alone without the other. People often wonder is it Mary or her mother Or the both of them together that I’m courtin’. Her
name will soon be changed to mine unless her mind be changed. I’m making the arrangements, I’m feeling ‘bout deranged For marriage is an awful
undertaking. A coach and pair for rich and poor and every pair that’s there We’ll dine upon the finest fare,
I’m sure to get my share. If I don’t we’ll all be very much mistaken. ------------------------------------------------------- The Bells Of Norwich Loud are the bells of Norwich and the people
come and go. Here
by the tower of Julian I tell them what I know. Ring out, bell of Norwich And let the winter come and go And all will be well again, I know. Love, like the yellow daffodil
is Lord of all I know. Ring for the yellow daffodil, and tell them what I know. Here by the tower of Julian
I tell them what I know. Let the winter come and go And all will be well again, I know. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Let Union Be Come my friends let us be
jolly, Drive
away old melancholy. To be sad, it would be folly When we’re met together. Chorus: Let union be in all our hearts. Let union join our hearts as one. We’ll end the day as we’ve begun; We’ll end it
all in pleasure. Right falla-ralla-ralla-tour-a-lye-oh Right falla-ralla-ralla-tour-a-lye-oh Right falla-ralla-ralla-tour-a-lye-oh When we’re met together. Fill the board, let there be plenty. The man who wants to be
content he Eats
and drinks enough for twenty! When we’re met together. Solomon, a wise man hoary Told of wine in song and story. In our drink we’ll chirp and glory! When we’re met together. Take the bottle as it passes, Do not fail to fill your
glasses. Water
drinkers are dull asses! When we’re met together. |