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Henry, Henry, here is your answer true;
I'm not crazy over the likes of you.
If YOU can't afford a carriage, forget about the marriage;
'Cause I won't be jammed, I won't be crammed
on a bicycle built for two.
CHORUS
Oh my darling, Oh my darling,
Oh my darling Clementine,
You are lost and gone forever,
dreadful sorry, Clementine.
Light she was, and like a fairy,
and her shoes were number nine,
Herring boxes without topses,
sandals were for Clementine.
Drove she ducklings to the water
every morning just at nine,
Hit her foot against a splinter,
fell into the foaming brine.
Ruby lips above the water,
blowing bubbles soft and fine,
Alas for me! I was no swimmer,
so I lost my Clementine.
In a churchyard near the canyon,
where the myrtle doth entwine,
There grow roses and other posies,
fertilized by Clementine.
Then the miner, forty-niner,
soon began to peak and pine,
Thought he oughter join his daughter,
now he's with his Clementine.
In my dreams she still doth haunt me,
robed in garments soaked in brine,
While in life I used to hug her,
now she's dead I draw the line.
How I missed her, how I missed her,
how I missed my Clementine,
Until I kissed her little sister,
and forgot my Clementine.
Now ye Scouts all heed the warning
to this tragic tale of mine,
Mouth-to-mouth resuscitation [Artificial Respiration]
would have saved my Clementine.
CHORUS
Waltzing Matilda, waltzing Matilda,
Who'll come a-waltzing Matilda with me?
And he sang as he sat and waited while his billy boiled,
Who'll come a-waltzing Matilda with me?"
Down came a jumpbuck to drink at the billabong,
Up jumped the swagman and grabbed him with glee,
And he sang as he stowed that jumback in his tuckerbag,
"Who'll come a-waltzing Matilda with me?"
Up came the squatter, mounted on his thoroughbred
Down came the troopers - one, two, three,
"Where's that jolly jumpbuck you've got in your tuckerbag?
You'll come a-waltzing Matilda with me"
Up jumped the swagman and sprang into the billabong,
"You'll never take me alive!", said he.
And his ghost may be heard as you pass beside that billabong,
"Who'll come a-waltzing Matilda with me?"
CHORUS
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.
Where the air is so pure, and the zephyrs so free,
The breezes so balmy and light,
That i would not exchange my home on the range,
For all of the cities so bright.
The Red man was pressed from this part of the west,
He's likely no more to return,
To the banks of the Red River where seldom if ever
Their flickering campfires burn.
Where have all the young girls gone...
...gone to young men every one
When will they every learn
Where have all the young men gone...
...they're all soldier's, every one
When will they ever learn
Where have all the soldiers gone
...gone to graveyards, every one
When will they ever learn
Where have all the graveyards gone
...gone to flower, every one
When will they ever learn
When will they ever learn
Country road, take me home
To the place I belong
West Virginia, Mountain Mama
Take me home, country roads
All my memories gather round her,
Miners lady, stranger to blue water,
Dark and dusty painted on the sky,
Misty taste of mountains, teardrop in my eye
Country road...
I hear a voice in the morning, how she calls me
Radio reminds me of my home far away
Driving down the road I get the feeling
that I should have been home yesterday, yesterday
Country road...
CHORUS
Valderi, Valdera, Valderi,
Valdera-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha,
Valderi, Valdera,
My Knapsack on my back.
I love to wander by the stream
That dances in the sun.
So joyously it calls to me:
Come join my happy song.
I wave my hat to all I meet
And they wave back to me,
And blackbirds call so loud and sweet,
From every greenwood tree.
High overhead the skylarks wing,
They never rest at home,
But just like me they love to sing,
As o'er the world we roam.
Oh, may I go a-wandering
Until the day I die.
And may I always laugh and sing,
Beneath God's clear blue sky.
Its a small world after all, [x 3]
Its a small, small world.
It's a world of laughter, a world of tears,
It's a world of hopes and a world of fears.
There's so much that we share, it's time we're aware
It's a small, small world.
There is just one moon and one golden sun
And a smile means friendship for everyone,
Though the oceans are wide, and the mountains divide
It's a small, small world
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