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Farewell Angelina
The bells of the crown Are being stolen by bandits I must follow the sound The triangle tingles And the trumpet play slow Farewell Angelina The sky is on fire And I must go. There's no need for anger There's no need for blame There's nothing to prove Ev'rything's still the same Just a table standing empty By the edge of the sea Farewell Angelina The sky is trembling And I must leave. The jacks and queens Have forsaked the courtyard Fifty-two gypsies Now file past the guards In the space where the deuce And the ace once ran wild Farewell Angelina The sky is folding I'll see you in a while. See the cross-eyed pirates sitting Perched in the sun Shooting tin cans With a sawed-off shotgun And the neighbors they clap And they cheer with each blast Farewell Angelina The sky's changing color And I must leave fast. King Kong, little elves On the rooftoops they dance Valentino-type tangos While the make-up man's hands Shut the eyes of the dead Not to embarrass anyone Farewell Angelina The sky is embarrassed And I must be gone. The machine guns are roaring The puppets heave rocks The fiends nail time bombs To the hands of the clocks Call me any name you like I will never deny it Farewell Angelina The sky is erupting I must go where it's quiet. |
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Ten years ago, on a cold dark night
Someone was killed 'neath the town hall light The people who saw, they all agreed That the slayer who ran looked a lot like me The judge said, "Son, what is your alibi? If you were somewheres else, then you won't have to die" I spoke not a word, though it meant my life For I'd been in the arms of my best friend's wife She walks these hills in a long black veil Visits my grave when the night winds wail Nobody knows, nobody sees Nobody knows but me The scaffold is high, eternity near She stands in the crowd, she sheds not a tear But sometimes at night, when the cold winds moan In a long black veil, she cries o'er my bones She walks these hills in a long black veil Visits my grave when the night winds wail Nobody knows, nobody sees Nobody knows but me |
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For the summertime is comming.
And the leaves are sweetly blooming And the wild mountain thyme Blooms around the purple heather Chorus: Will you go lassie, go? And we'll all go together To pull wild mountain thyme All around the purple heather Will you go, lassie go? If my true love will not go I will surely find another To pull wild mountain thyme, All around the purple heather Chorus.... I will build my love a bower By yon clear an crystal fountain And in it I will pile All the flowers of the mountain Chorus... |
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Te ador, tu amor,
Deixasse corpo da gente marcado, Oh, porque se mina gente tatuado. Te ador, tu amor, Deixasse corpo da gente marcado, Oh, porque se mina gente tatuado. La la la, la la la la la, la la la la la la la la La la la la la la la, la la la la la la la la. La la la, la la la, lalalalalalala, La la la la la la, la la la la. Te ador, tu amor, Deixasse corpo da gente marcado, Oh, porque se mina gente tatuado, Porque se mina gente tatuado |
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Hush little baby, don't you cry,
You know your mother was born to die All my trials, Lord, soon be over Too late my brothers, too late But never mind All my trials, Lord soon be over The river of Jordan is chilly and cold It chills the body but it warms the soul, All my trials, Lord soon be over I've got a little book with pages three, And every page spells liberty, All my trials Lord, soon be over Too late my brothers, too late But never mind All my trials, Lord soon be over If living were a thing that money could buy, You know the rich would live and the poor would die, All my trials Lord, soon be over There grows a tree in Paradise, The Christians call it the tree of life, All my trials Lord, soon be over Too late my brothers, too late But never mind All my trials, Lord soon be over |
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Oh freedom, oh freedom,
Oh freedom over me, And before I'll be a slave, I'll be buried in my grave, And go home to my Lord And be free. No more weeping No more shooting There'll be singing |
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Fennario
C Am F C As we marched down to Fennario, C Em Am Em As we marched down to Fennario, F Em C Am Our captain fell in love with a lady like a dove. F C They call her by name pretty Peggy-o. C Am F C What will your mother think pretty Peggy-o? C Em Am Em What will your mother think pretty Peggy-o? F Em C Am What will your mother think when she hears the guineas clink, F C The soldiers all marchin' before you-o? C Am F C In a carriage you will ride, pretty Peggy-o. C Em Am Em In a carriage you will ride, pretty Peggy-o. F Em C Am In a carriage you will ride with your true love by your side, F C As fair as any maiden in the are-o. C Am F C Come skippin' down the stair, pretty Peggy-o. C Em Am Em Come skippin' down the stair, pretty Peggy-o. F Em C Am Come skippin' down the stair combin' back your yellow hair, F C And bid farewell to sweet William-o. C Am F C Sweet William is dead, pretty Peggy-o. C Em Am Em Sweet William is dead, pretty Peggy-o. F Em C Am Sweet William is dead, and he died for a maid, F C The fairest maid in the are-o. C Am F C If ever I return, pretty Peggy-o. C Em Am Em If ever I return, pretty Peggy-o. F Em C Am If ever I return all your cities I will burn, F C Destroying all the ladies in the are-o. F C Destroying all the ladies in the are-o. |
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Here comes one Johnny cuckoo,
Cuckoo,cuckoo. Here comes one Johnny Cuckoo, On a cold and stormy night. What did you come for, Come for,come for? What did you come for, On a cold and stormy night? I come to be a soldier, Soldier,soldier, I come to be a soldier, On a cold and stormy night. You are too black and dirty, Dirty,dirty. You are too black and dirty On a cold and stormy night. I'm just as good as you are You are,you are. I'm just as good as you are On a cold and stormy night. |
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