A song to sing
Jean Harlow died the other day
And these are the very last words I heard her say
Mama don't walk, mama talking
Mama don't walk, mama talking
Mama don't walk, mama talking
New York
Zingalanga Zing-a-lang-a da da da da
Zingalanga Zing-a-lang-a da da da da
Zingalanga Zing-a-lang-a da da da da
New York
In the town where I was born lived a man who sailed to sea
And he told us of his life in the land of submarines
So we sailed up to the sun till we found a sea of green
And we lived beneath the waves in our yellow submarine
We all live in a yellow submarine
Yellow submarine, yellow submarine
We all live in a yellow submarine
Yellow submarine, yellow submarine
And our friends are all aboard, many more of them live next door
And the band begins to play...
We all live in a yellow submarine...
As we live a life of ease, every one of us has all we need
Sky of blue and sea of green in our yellow submarine
We all live in a yellow submarine
Yellow submarine, yellow submarine
We all live in a yellow submarine
Yellow submarine, yellow submarine
We all live in a yellow submarine
Yellow submarine, yellow submarine
We all live in a yellow submarine
Yellow submarine, yellow submarine
(AKA LOST LOVE)
Oh the flowers that I loved in the wildwood
They have sent off their beautiful blooms
And the many dear friends of my childhood
Have slumbered for years in their tombs
It's no wonder I'm broken-hearted
Stricken with sorrow to be
We have met, we have loved, we have parted
Oh my flower, my companion and me
Oh the rose that I loved I remember
And the smile that I never more shall see
Since the cold bitter winds of December
Stole my flower, my companion from me
It's no wonder I'm broken-hearted...
Ah but think of that bright shiny morning
When our spirits from earth shall be free
And we meet those we've loved in that dawning
Oh my flower, my companion and me
It's no wonder I'm broken-hearted
Stricken with sorrow to be
We have met, we have loved, we have parted
Oh my flower, my companion and me
We have met, we have loved, we have parted
Oh my flower, my companion and me
Norma Waterson
C F All the flowers that I loved in the wildwood G They have sent off their beautiful blooms C F C And the many dear friends of my child-hood G C Have slumbered for years in their tombs F C It's no wonder I'm broken hearted F Stricken with sorrow to be C F C We have lived, we have loved, we have part-ed G C Oh my flower, my companion, and me
The crops are all in and the peaches are rotting
Oranges are piled in their creosote dumps
They're flying them back to the Mexican Border
To pay all their money to wade back again
Goodbye to my Juan, farewell Rosanita
Adios mes amigos, Jesu et Maria
You won't have a name when you ride the big airplane
All they will call you will be deportees
My father's own father he waded that river
Spent all the money he'd made in his life
My brothers and sisters are working your fruit trees
And they rode the truck till they laid down and died
Goodbye to my Juan...
The airplane caught fire over Los Gatos canyon
A fireball of lightning that shook all our hills
Who are these friends who are scattered like dry leaves?
Radio says they are just deportees
Goodbye to my Juan...
Some of us are illegal and some are not wanted
Our work contracts out and we have to move on
Six hundred miles to the Mexico border
They chase us like outlaws, like rustlers, like thieves
Goodbye to my Juan...
We died in your hills, we died in your deserts
We died in your valleys and died on your plains
We died 'neath your trees, we died in your bushes
Both sides of the river, we died just the same
Goodbye to my Juan...
Is this the best way we can farm our great orchards?
Is this the best way we can pick our fresh fruit?
Employing cheap labour from over the border
Labour the radio calls deportees
(Optional ending to last verse):
To fall like dry leaves, to rot on the topsoil
And to be called by no name except deportee
Goodbye to my Juan, farewell Rosanita
Adios mes amigos, Jesu et Maria
You won't have a name when you ride the big airplane
All they will call you will be deportees
Woody Guthrie
C F C The crops are all in and the peaches are rotting F C Oranges are piled in their creosote dumps F C Am They’re flying them back to the Mexican border C F C To pay all their money to wade back a-gain F C Good-bye to my Juan, fare-well Rosanita G C Adi-os mes amigos, Jesu et Ma-ria F C Am You won’t have a name when you ride the big aeroplane C F C All they will call you will be depor-tees
Last night I had the strangest dream
I'd ever dreamed before
I dreamed the world had all agreed
To put an end to war
I dreamed I saw a mighty room
The room was filled with men
And the paper they were signing said
They'd never fight again
And when the paper was all signed
And a million copies made
They all joined hands and bowed their heads
And grateful prayers were prayed
And the people in the streets below
Were dancing round and round
While guns and swords and uniforms
Lay scattered on the ground
Ed McCurdy
G G7 Last night I had the strangest dream C G I'd ever dreamed be-fore D7 G I dreamed the world had all agreed D7 G To put an end to war
Man: I'll give to you a paper of pins
If that's the way your love begins
If you will marry me, if you will marry me
Woman: I'll not accept your paper of pins
It's not the way my love begins
And I'll not marry you, and I'll not marry you
Man: I'll give to you a coach and four
That you may ride from door to door
If you will marry me, if you will marry me
Woman: I'll not accept your coach and four
And I'll not ride from door to door
And I'll not marry you, and I'll not marry you
Man: I'll give to you a little lap dog
To carry with you when you go abroad...
Woman: I'll not accept your little lap dog...
Man: I'll give to you a pacing horse
That paced these hills from cross to cross...
Woman: I'll not accept your pacing horse...
Man: I'll give to you a coach and six
With every horse as black as pitch...
Woman: I'll not accept your coach and six...
Man: I'll give to you a gown of green
That you may shine as any queen...
Woman: I'll not accept your gown of green...
Man: I'll give to you a dress of red
All sewn around with a golden thread...
Woman: I'll not accept your dress of red...
Man: I'll give to you a blue silk gown
With golden tassels all around...
Woman: I'll not accept your blue silk gown...
Man: I'll give to you my hand and my heart
That we may marry and never more part...
Woman: I'll not accept your hand and heart...
Man: I'll give to you the keys of my chest
And all my gold at your request
If you will marry me, If you will marry me
Woman: I will accept the keys of your chest
And all your gold at my request
And I will marry you, and I will marry you
Well you wake up in the morning to the ding dong ring
Go marching to the table, see the same damn thing
Knife and fork upon the table, nothing in my pan
Say anything about it you're in trouble with the man
Let the midnight special
Shine its light on me
Let the midnight special
Shine its ever-loving light on me
Well yonder come Miss Rosy, how in the world d'you know?
Well I knowed her by her apron and the dress she wore
Umbrella on her shoulder, piece of paper in her hand
She's gonna tell the Guv'nor turn a-loose my man
Let the midnight special...
Now jumping little Judy was a jumping Queen
And she's been jumping since she was sixteen
Well she bring me little coffee, she bring me little tea
She bring me damn near everything but the jailhouse key
Let the midnight special...
If you ever go to Houston then you'd better walk right
And you'd better not stagger and you'd better not fight
For the Sheriff will arrest you and carry you down
You can bet your bottom dollar, you're penitentiary bound
Let the midnight special
Shine its light on me
Let the midnight special
Shine its ever-loving light on me
E7 A7 E7 Well you wake up in the morning to the ding dong ring B7 E7 (A7,E7) Go marching to the table, see the same damn thing E7 A7 E7 Knife and fork upon the table, nothing in my pan B7 E7 (A7,E7) Say anything a-bout it, you're in trouble with the man E7 A7 E7 Let the midnight special shine its light on me B7 E7 (A7, E7) Let the midnight special shine its ever loving light on me
List to me while I tell you
Of the Spaniard who blighted my life, tra-la-la
List to me while I tell you
Of the man who stole my future wife, tra-la-la
It was at the bullfight that I met him, met him
We were watching his daring display, display
And while I went out for some nuts and a programme
The dirty dog stole her away
Yes, no, yes, no
And I've sworn I shall have my revenge
For when I catch Alphonso Spegoni, the toreador, tra-la-la
With one mighty swipe I shall dislocate his ruddy jaw, tra-la-la
I'll fight the bullfighter, I will
When I catch the blighter I've sworn I shall kill
He shall die, he shall die, he shall die
Die, die, die, die, die, die, die, die, die,
He shall die, he shall die
I'll raise a bunion on his Spanish onion
If I catch him bending tonight, Olé!
Yes if I catch Spegoni
He will wish that he'd never been born
And for this special reason
My stiletto I've fetched out of pawn
It cost me five shillings to get it, get it
The expense, it has caused me much pain, much pain
But the pawnbroker's promised, when I catch Spegoni
To take it in pawn once again
Yes, no, yes, no
And tonight there will be dirty work
For when I catch Alphonso Spegoni, the toreador, tra-la-la
With one mighty swipe I shall dislocate his ruddy jaw, tra-la-la
I'll fight the bullfighter, I will
When I catch the blighter I've sworn I shall kill
He shall die, he shall die, he shall die
Die, die, die, die, die, die, die, die, die,
He shall die, he shall die
I'll raise a bunion on his Spanish onion
If I catch him bending tonight, Olé!
When I was in service in the Rosemary Lane
I won the goodwill of my master of the day
Till a sailor came there, one night to lay
And that was the beginning of my misery
He called for a candle to light him to bed
And likewise a silk handkerchief to tie up his head
To tie up his head, as sailors will do
And then said; My pretty Polly will you come too?
Now this maid being young and foolish she thought it no harm
For to lie into bed to keep herself warm
And what was done there I will never disclose
But I wish that short night had been seven long years
Next morning the sailor so early arose
And into my apron three guineas did throw,
Saying;This I will give, and more I will do
If you'll be my Polly wherever I'll go
Now if it's a boy he shall fight for the King
And if it's a girl she will wear a gold ring
She will wear a gold ring and a dress all aflame
And remember my service in Rosemary Lane
When I was in service in the Rosemary Lane
I won the goodwill of my master of the day
Till a sailor came there, one night to lay
And that was the beginning of my misery
A Em G A When I was in service in Rosemary Lane G A G A I won the good will of my master of the day G A G Bm Till a sailor came there, one night to lay A Em G A And that was the beginning of my misery
You might have noticed that the lyrics to Rosemary Lane are very similar to those of Home Boys, Home – although the melody is completely different
Oh give me a home where the buffalo roam
Where the deer and the antelope play
Where seldom is heard a discouraging word
And the skies are not cloudy all day
Home, home on the range
Where the deer and the antelope play
Where seldom is heard a discouraging word
And the skies are not cloudy all day
Oh give me a land where the bright diamond sand
Throws its light from the glittering stream
Where the graceful white swan goes gliding along
Like a maid in a heavenly dream
Home, home on the range...
Oh the air is so pure, the zephyrs so free
The breezes so balmy and bright
That I would not exchange my home on the range
For all of the cities so bright
Home, home on the range...
How often at night, when the heavens are bright
With the light from the glittering stars
Have I stood here amazed, and asked as I gazed
If their glory exceeds that of ours
Home, home on the range
Where the deer and the antelope play
Where seldom is heard a discouraging word
And the skies are not cloudy all day