Kiss me, Mother, kiss your daughter
Lay my head upon your breast
Throw your loving arms around me
I am weary, let me rest
Seems the light is swiftly fading
Pride or sins they do now show
I am standing by the river
Angels wait to take me home
Kiss me, Mother, kiss your daughter
See the pain upon my brow
While you'll soon be with the angels
Fate has doomed my future now
Through the years you've always loved me
And my life you've tried to save
But now I shall slumber sweetly
In a deep and lonely grave
Kiss me, Mother, kiss your daughter
Lay my head upon your breast
Throw your loving arms around me
I am weary, let me rest
I am weary, let me rest
Pete Roberts
How many roads must a man walk down
before you call him a man?
How many seas must a white dove sail
before she sleeps in the sand?
How many times must the cannon balls fly
before they're forever banned?
The answer, my friend, is blowin' in the wind
The answer is blowin' in the wind
How many times can a man look up
before he can see the sky?
How many ears must one man have
before he can hear people cry?
How many deaths will it take till he knows
that too many people have died?
The answer, my friend, is blowin' in the wind
The answer is blowin' in the wind
How many years can a mountain exist
before it is washed to the sea?
How many years can some people exist
before they're allowed to be free?
How many times can a man turn his head
pretending that he just doesn't see?
The answer, my friend, is blowin' in the wind
The answer is blowin' in the wind
Bob Dylan
Guitar chords for Blowin’ in the Wind
C F C
How many roads must a man walk down
F G
Before you call him a man?
C F C
How many seas must a white dove sail
F G
Before she sleeps in the sand?
C F C
How many times must the cannon balls fly
F G
Before they're forever banned?
F G C Am
The answer my friend, is blowin' in the wind
F G C
The answer is blowin' in the wind
I got an old mule and her name is Sal
Fifteen years on the Erie Canal
She's a good worker and a good old pal
Sixteen miles on the Erie Canal
We've hauled some barges in our day
Full of lumber and coal and hay
And we know every inch of the way
From Albany to Buffalo
Low bridge, everybody down
Low bridge for we're coming to a town
And you'll always know your neighbour
You'll always know your pal
If you've ever navigated on the Erie Canal
We'd better get along on our way old gal
Fifteen years on the Erie Canal
'Cause you bet your life I'd never part with Sal
Fifteen miles on the Erie Canal
Get up there, mule, here comes a lock
We'll make Rome 'bout six o'clock
One more trip and back we go
Right back home to Buffalo
Low bridge, everybody down
Low bridge for we're coming to a town
And you'll always know your neighbour
You'll always know your pal
If you've ever navigated on the Erie Canal
Guitar chords for Erie Canal
Dm Gm Dm
I got an old mule, and her name is Sal
A7
Fifteen years on the Eirie canal
Dm Gm Dm
She's a good worker and a good old pal
A7 Dm
Sixteen miles on the Eirie canal
F C7
We've hauled some barges in our day
Dm A7
Full of lumber coal and hay
Dm Gm Dm
And we know every inch of the way
A7 Dm, C7
From Albany to Buffalo- o
F C7
Low bridge, everybody down
F Dm A7 Dm
Low bridge for we're coming to a town
F C7
And you'll always know your neighbour
F C7
You'll always know your pal
F Bb Dm A7 Dm, A7
If you've ever navi-gated on the Eirie ca-na- l
Nkosi sikelel' i-Afrika
Maluphakanisw' uphondo lwayo
Yizwa imithandazo yethu
Nkosi sikelela - Nkosi sikelela
Nkosi sikelel' i-Afrika
Maluphakanisw' uphondo lwayo
Yizwa imithandazo yethu
Nkosi sikelela - Thina Lusapho lwayo
Woza Moya - Woza Moya Woza
Woza Moya - Woza Moya Woza
Woza Moya oyingcwele
Usi Sikelele - Thina Lusapho lwayo
Morena boloka Sechaba sa heso
O felise lintoa le Matsoenyeho
Morena boloka Sechaba sa heso
O felise lintoa le Matsoenyeho
O se boloke - o se boloke
O se boloke - o se boloke
Sechaba sa heso, Sechaba sa Afrika
O se boloke Morena - o se boloke
O se boloke Sechaba - o se boloke
Sechaba sa heso, Sechaba sa Afrika
Ma kube njalo! Ma kube njalo!
Kude kube ngunaphakade
Kude kube ngunaphakade!
Enoch Sontonga
Translation
Lord Bless Africa
Let its Horn be Raised
Listen also to our prayers
Lord Bless
Lord Bless
Come Spirit
Come Spirit
Holy Spirit
Lord Bless our Nation
And end all confilicts
O bless our nation
Lord Bless Us
We, thy Children
Got the blues when my baby left me by the San Francisco Bay
Ocean liner, she's gone so far away
Didn't mean to treat her so bad
She was the best girl that I ever had
Said goodbye, made me cry
Want to lay down and die
Ain't got a nickel, I ain't got a lousy dime
If she don't come back I think I'm going to lose my mind
If she ever come back to stay, it'll be another brand new day
Walking with my baby down by the San Francisco Bay
Sitting down on my back step, wond'ring which way to go
Girl that I'm crazy 'bout
She don't want me no more
Think I'll take a Freight train 'cause I'm feeling blue
Ride all the way to the end of the line thinking only of you
Meanwhile in another city, just about to go insane
Thought I heard my baby, the way she used to call my name
If she ever come back to stay, it'll be another brand new day
Walking with my baby down by the San Francisco Bay
Jesse Fuller
Guitar chords for San Francisco Bay Blues
A D A
Got the blues when my baby left me by the San Francisco Bay
D A
Ocean liner she's gone so far a-way
D
Didn't mean to treat her so bad, she was the
A A,G#7,G7, F#7 B7
Best girl I e.....ver had. Said goodbye, made me cry
E7
And now I want to lay down and die
A D A
Ain't got a nickel, I ain't got a lousy dime
D C#7
If she don't come back I think I'm going to lose my mind
D7 A A, G#7, G7 F#7
If she ever come back to stay, it'll be another bra..nd new day
B7 E7 A
Walking with my baby down by the San Francisco Bay
I was standing at my window
On a cold and cloudy day
When I saw a hearse come rolling
Oh to carry my sweetheart away
By and by, Lord, by and by
There's a better home a-waiting
In the sky, Lord, in the sky
Oh I told the undertaker
Undertaker, please drive slow
'Cause this lady that you're holding
Oh I hate to see her go
May the circle be unbroken...
I will follow close behind her
Try to hold up and be brave
But I could not hold my sorrow
As they laid her in her grave
May the circle be unbroken
By and by, Lord, by and by
There's a better home a-waiting
In the sky, Lord, in the sky
Three Crows sat upon a wall
Sat upon, sat upon a wall
Three crows sat upon a wall
On a cold and frosty morning
The First Crow fell and broke his jaw
Broke his jaw, broke his jaw
The First Crow fell and broke his jaw
On a cold and frosty morning
The Second Crow couldn't fly at all ...
The Third Crow greetin' for his ma ...
The Fourth crow was'na there at all
Was'na there at all, there at all
The Fourth crow was'na there at all
On a cold and frosty morning
On a summer's day, in the month of May
A burly bum came hiking
Down a shady lane with a sugar cane
He was looking for his liking
As he strolled along
He sang a song of the land of milk and honey
Where a bum can stay for many a day
And he don't need any money
Oh - The buzzin' of the bees in the cigarette trees
The soda-water fountains
Where the lemonade springs
And the bluebird sings
In the Big Rock Candy Mountains
In the big Rock Candy Mountains
The cops have wooden legs
The bulldogs all have rubber teeth
And the hens lay soft-boiled eggs
The farmers' trees are full of fruit
The barns are full of hay
I want to go where there ain't no snow
Where the rain don't fall and the wind don't blow
In the Big Rock Candy Mountains
Oh - The buzzin' of the bees in the cigarette trees
The soda-water fountains
Where the lemonade springs
And the bluebird sings
In the Big Rock Candy Mountains
In the Big Rock Candy Mountains
You never wash your socks
And little streams of alcohol
Come trickling down the rocks
There's a lake of stew and whisky too
And you paddle around in a big canoe
Where they hung the Turk who invented work
In the Big Rock Candy Mountains
Oh - The buzzin' of the bees in the cigarette trees
The soda-water fountains
Where the lemonade springs
And the bluebird sings
In the Big Rock Candy Mountains
Guitar chords for the Big Rock Candy Mountains
C G7 C G7
On a summers day in the month of May
F G7 C
A burly bum came hiking
G7 C G7
Down a shady lane with a sugar cane
C
He was looking for his liking
G7 C
As he strolled along he sang a song
G7 C
Of the land of milk and honey
G7 C G7
Where a bum can stay for many a day
C
And he don't need any money
G7 C C7
Oh the buzzin' of the bees in the cigarette trees
F C
The soda water fountains
G7
Where the lemonade springs
C
And the blue bird sings
G7 C
In the Big Rock Candy Mountains
NOTES TO THE BIG ROCK CANDY MOUNTAINS
The version of this song we sing at camp is similar to the one recorded by Burle Ives in the late 1940’s. It’s sometimes known as the “children’s version” as the lyrics are rather more sugary and anodyne than some others. some versions have a single mountain, rather than mountains.
The original is believed to have been written by Harry “Haywire Mac” McClintock, the author of Halleluia I’m a Bum, although he lost his case when he made a claim for copyright. The judge ruled that the lyrics were derived from a folk song in the public domain – this was probably An Invitation to Lubberland (see right).
O Brother Where Art Thou? Lyrics
Haywire Mac’s 1928 recording features in the film O Brother Where Art Thou? (where he is credited as the author). The words from the recording are:
One evening as the sun went down and the jungle fire was burning
Down the track came a hobo hiking and he said, Boys I'm not turning
I'm headed for a land that's far away beside the crystal fountains
So come with me, we'll go and see
The Big Rock Candy Mountains
In the Big Rock Candy Mountains there's a land that's fair and bright
Where the handouts grow on bushes and you sleep out ev'ry night
Where the box-cars all are empty and the sun shines ev'ry day
On the birds and the bees and the cigarette trees
The lemonade springs where the bluebird sings
In the Big Rock Candy Mountains
In the Big Rock Candy Mountains all the cops have wooden legs
And the bulldogs all have rubber teeth and the hens lay soft-boiled eggs
The farmers' trees are full of fruit and the barns are full of hay
Oh I'm bound to go where there ain't no snow
Where the rain don't fall and the winds don't blow
In the Big Rock Candy Mountains
In the Big Rock Candy Mountains you never change your socks
And the little streams of alcohol come trickling down the rocks
The brakemen have to tip their hats and the railroad bulls are blind
There's a lake of stew and of whiskey too
You can paddle all around 'em in a big canoe
In the Big Rock Candy Mountains
In the Big Rock Candy Mountains the jails are made of tin
And you can walk right out again as soon as you are in
There ain't no short handled shovels, no axes, saws nor picks
I'm a-goin' to stay where you sleep all day
Where they hung the Turk that invented work
In the Big Rock Candy Mountains
I'll see you all this comin' Fall
In the Big Rock Candy Mountains
This is a much cleaner version than the one which Haywire Mac sang as a street busker in the 1890s, which described a hobo trying to recruit a child to his lifestyle by tall tales about a mythical paradise. He published his original words to support his court case and the last verse runs:
The punk rolled up his big blue eyes and said to the jocker, "Sandy
I've hiked and hiked and wandered too but I ain't seen any candy
I've hiked and hiked till my feet are sore
And I'll be damned if I hike any more
To be buggered sore like a hobo's whore
In the Big Rock Candy Mountains."
Other (unattributed) verses I’ve found include:
There's a lake of gin we can both jump in and the handouts grow on bushes
In the new-mown hay we can sleep all day and the bars all have free lunches
Where the mail train stops and there ain't no cops
And the folks are tender-hearted
Where you never change your socks and you never throw rocks
And your hair is never parted
Oh, a farmer and his son, they were on the run, to the hay field they were bounding
Said the bum to the son, Why don't you come to that Big Rock Candy Mountain?
So the very next day they hiked away,
The mileposts they were counting
But they never arrived at the lemonade tide
On the Big Rock Candy Mountain
An Invitation to Lubberland
Wikipedia has a big entry on The Big Rock Candy Mountains, including information about An Invitation to Lubberland – a broadside ballad first printed in 1685.
An Invitation to Lubberland with An Account of the great Plenty of that Fruitful Country To the tune of Billy and Molly (now lost) or The Journey-man Shoemaker (by Daniel Cooper)
There is all sorts of Fowl and Fish, with Wine and store of Brandy
Ye have there what your hearts can wish: the Hills are Sugar-Candy
There is a ship, we understand, now riding in the river
'Tis newly come from Lubberland, the like I think was never
You that a lazy life do love I'd have you now go over
They say the land is not above two thousand leagues from Dover
The captain and the master too does give us this relation
And so do's all the whole ship's crew concerning this strange nation
The streets are pav'd with pudding-pies, nay, powder'd-beef and bacon
They say they scorn to tell you lies who thinks it is mistaken
The king of Knaves, and Queen of Sluts reign there in peace and quiet
You need not fear to starve your guts, there is such store of dyet
There may you live free from all care,like hogs set up a fat'ning
The garments which the people wear is silver, silk and satin
The lofty buildings of this place for many years have lasted
With nutmegs, pepper, cloves, and mace the walls are there rough-casted
In curious hasty-pudding boil'd and most ingenious carving
Likewise they are with pancakes ty'd, sure, here's no fear of starving
The captain says, In every town, hot roasted pigs will meet ye
They in the streets run up and down, still crying out, Come eat me
Likewise, he says, At every feast, tthe very fowls and fishes
Nay from the biggest to the least, comes tumbling to the dishes
The rivers run with claret fine, the brooks with rich canary
The ponds with other sorts of wine to make your hearts full merry
Nay, more than this, you may behold the fountains flow with brandy
The rocks are like refined gold, the hills are sugar candy
Rose-water is the rain they have, which comes in pleasant showers
All places are adorned brave with sweet and fragrant flowers
Hot custards grows on ev'ry tree, each ditch affords rich jellies
Now if you will be ruled by me, go there and fill your bellies
There's nothing there but holy-days with music out of measure
Who can forbear to speak the praise of such a land of pleasure?
There may you lead a lazy life free from all kind of labours
And he that is without a wife may borrow of his neighbour
There is no law nor lawyer's fees, all men are free from fury
For ev'ry one do's what he please without a judge or jury
The summer-time is warm they say, the winter's ne'er the colder
They have no landlords' rent to pay; each man is a free-holder
You that are free to cross the seas, make no more disputation
In Lubber-land you'll live at ease with pleasant recreation
The Captain waits but for a gale of prosperous wind and weather
And then they soon will hoist up sail, make haste away together
Cosher Bailey had an engine
That was always needing mending
And according to the power
It would do four miles an hour
Was you ever saw
Was you ever saw
Was you ever saw
Such a funny thing before
There's a little pub in Wales
Where they sell the best of ales
If you want a drink on Sunday
You will have to wait till Monday
Was you ever saw
Was you ever saw
Was you ever saw
Such a funny thing before
(further verses ad lib)
DID YOU EVER SEE
Mrs. Jones she had a mangle
She did turn it with a handle
She did turn it with such power
She did forty miles an hour
Did you ever see
Did you ever saw
Did you ever see such a funny thing before?
There's a little pub in Wales
Where they sell the best of ales
If you want a drink on Sunday
You will have to wait till Monday
Did you ever see...
Oh I had a brother Rupert
He did play full back for Newport
But whilst playing at Llanelly
They did kick him in the belly
Did you ever see...
Oh I had a brother Ikey
Who did ride a motor bikey
And he said he rode to Gower
In a quarter of an hour
Did you ever see...
Then I had a sister Phyllis
Who did work at Pontardulais
But the boss he had to sack her
'Cos he caught her chewing 'bacca
Did you ever see...
Oh I had a brother Trevor
He was very, very clever
He could play upon the fiddle
Up the sides and down the middle
Did you ever see...
Oh I had a sister Anna
She did play the grand pianna
When she played full presto
All the buttons fly off her vesto
Did you ever see
Did you ever saw
Did you ever see such a funny thing before?
Tam Pierce, Tam Pierce, lend me your grey mare
All along down along out along lea
Us wants for to go to Widdecombe Fair
With Bill Brewer, Jan Stewer, Peter Gurney
Peter Davey, Daniel Whiddon, Harry Hawke
Old Uncle Tom Cobley and all
Old Uncle Tom Cobley and all
When shall I see my grey mare again?
All along down along out along lea
By Friday soon or Saturday noon
With Bill Brewer...
Then Friday came and Saturday noon
All along down along out along lea
And Tam Pierce's grey mare she had not trotted home
With Bill Brewer...
So Tam he went up to the top of the hill
All along down along out along lea
And seed his grey mare down a-making her will
With Bill Brewer...
Now Tam Pierce's grey mare she took sick and died
All along down along out along lea
And Tam Pierce he sat down on a stone and he cried
With Bill Brewer...
When the wind whistles cold on the moor of a night
All along down along out along lea
Tam Pierce's grey mare doth appear ghastly white
With Bill Brewer...
And all the night long there are skirlings and groans
All along down along out along lea
From Tam Pierce's grey mare and her rattling of bones
With Bill Brewer, Jan Stewer, Peter Gurney
Peter Davey, Daniel Whiddon, Harry Hawke
Old Uncle Tom Cobley and all
Old Uncle Tom Cobley and all