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| 1. |
| 3:13 | 
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| 2. |
| 3:38 | 
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As I walked out over London bridge
One misty morning early, I overheard a fair pretty maid Was lamenting for her Geordie. Ah, my Geordie will be hanged in a golden chain, 'Tis not the chain of many He was born of king's royal breed And lost to a virtuous lady. Go bridle me my milk white steed, Go bridle me my pony, I will ride to London court To plead for the life of my Geordie. Ah, my Geordie never stole nor cow nor calf, He never hurted any, Stole sixteen of the king's royal deer, And he sold them in Bohenny. Two pretty babies have I born, The third lies in my body, I'd freely part with them every one If you'd spare the life of Geordie. The judge looked over his left shoulder, He said fair maid I'm sorry He said fair maid you must be gone For I cannot pardon Geordie. Ah, my Geordie will be hanged in a golden chain, 'Tis not the chain of many, Stole sixteen of the king's royal deer And he sold them in Bohenny |
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| 3. |
| 2:44 |
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Get you a copper kettle
And get you a copper coil Cover with new cut corn mash And never more you'll toil Chorus: You just lay there by the juniper While the moon is high And watch them jugs a-fillin In the pale moonlight Build your fires of hickory Hickory or ash or oak Don't use no green or rotten wood They'll catch you by the smoke (Chorus) My daddy he made whiskey My granddaddy did too We ain't paid no whiskey tax Since Seventeen Ninety Two (Chorus) |
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| 4. |
| 3:34 |
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Kumbaya, my Lord, Kumbaya,
Kumbaya, my Lord, Kumbaya, Kumbaya, my Lord, Kumbaya, oh, Lord, Kumbaya. Someone's singing, Lord, Kumbaya, someone's singing, Lord, Kumbaja. Someone's singing, Lord, Kumbaya, oh Lord, Kumbaya. Someone's praying, Lord, Kumbaya, Someone's praying, Lord, Kumbaya. Someone's praying, Lord, Kumbaya, oh Lord, Kumbaya. Someone's crying, Lord, Kumbaya, someone's crying, Lord, Kumbaya. Someone's crying, Lord, Kumbaya, oh, Lord, Kumbaya. Someone's sleeping Lord, Kumbaya, someone's sleeping, Lord, Kumbaya. Someone's sleeping, Lord, Kumbaya, oh, Lord, Kumbaya. (Joan Baez) |
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| 5. |
| 2:56 |
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Just a little rain falling all around
The grass lifts its head to the heavenly sound Just a little rain, just a little rain What have they done to the rain Just a little boy standing in the rain The gentle rain that falls for years And the grass is gone, the boy disappears And rain keeps falling like helpless tears And what have they done to the rain Just a little breeze out of the sky The leaves nod their head as the breeze blows by Just a little breeze with some smoke in its eye What have they done to the rain Just a little boy standing in the rain The gentle rain that falls for years And the grass is gone, the boy disappears And rain keeps falling like helpless tears And what have they done to the rain What have they done to the rain |
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| 6. |
| 2:50 |
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| 7. |
| 3:39 |
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And I holler why,
and I holler why And I holler why, the tortoise boy no mon ami! And I holler why, and I holler why And I holler why, the tortoise boy no mon ami! First he give me one, then he give me two And he give me three and I holler "Lord have mercy" And I holler why, and I holler why And I holler why, the tortoise boy no mon ami! First we go in a room, make me mama no know Make me lie on a sofa, make me have-a me labor And I holler why, and I holler why And I holler why, the tortoise boy no mon ami! Give me back me shillin', give me back me shillin' You can stand on your own feet now, give me back me shillin' And I holler why, and I holler why And I holler why, the tortoise boy no mon ami! Hold me tight, hold me tight, danger waters coming baby hold me tight hold me tight, hold me tight, danger water coming, baby, hold me And I holler why, and I holler why And I holler why, the tortoise boy no mon ami! And I holler why, and I holler why And I holler why, the tortoise boy no mon ami! |
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| 8. |
| 3:01 |
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I have the news to bring
And that is why I sing All my joy with you I'll share I'm gonna take a trip on that old Gospel Ship And go sailin' through the air I'm gonna take a trip on that old Gospel Ship Goin' far beyond the sky I'm gonna shout and sing until the bells gonna ring When I bid this world goodbye I can hardly wait I know I won't be late I'll spend my time in prayer And when the ship comes in, I'll leave this world of sin And go sailin' through the air I'm gonna take a trip on that old Gospel Ship Goin' far beyond the sky I'm gonna shout and sing until the bells gonna ring When I bid this world goodbye If you are ashamed of me You ought not to be And you'd better have a care If too much fault you find you'll sure be left behind When I'm sailin' through the air I'm gonna take a trip on that old Gospel Ship Goin' far beyond the sky I'm gonna shout and sing until the bells gonna ring When I bid this world goodbye |
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| 10. |
| 4:43 |
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Well gather round children, a story i will tell
About pretty boy floyd the outlaw, oklahoma knew him well Was in the town of shawnee on a saturday afternoon His wife beside him in a wagon as into town they rode And along come a deputy sheriff in a manner rather rude Using vulgar words of language and his wife she overheard And pretty boy floyd grabbed a long chain, and the deputy grabbed a gun And in the fight that followed, he laid that deputy down Then he ran through the trees and bushes and lived a life of shame Every crime in oklahoma was added to his name He ran through trees and bushes on the canadian river shore And many a starving farmer opened up his door It was in oklahoma city, it was on a christmas day A whole carload of groceries and a letter that did say Well you say that i'm an outlaw, you say that i'm a thief Well, here's a christmas dinner for the families on relief As through this life you travel, you meet some funny men Some rob you with a six-gun, some with a fountain pen As through this life you ramble, as through this life you roam You'll never see an outlaw take a family from their home |
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| 2:52 |
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He came from his palace grand
He came to my cottage door His words were few but his looks Will linger for evermore The look in his sad dark eyes More tender than words could be But I was nothing to him And he was the world to me. There in her garden she stands All dressed in fine satin and lace Lady Mary so cold and so strange In her heart she could find no place. He knew I would be his bride With a kiss for a lifetime fee But I was nothing to him And he was the world to me. Now in his palace grand On a flower strewn bed he lies His beautiful lids are closed On his sad dark beautiful eyes And among the mourners who mourn Why should I a mourner be For I was nothing to him And he was the world to me. For I was nothing to him And he was the world to me. |
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(Traditional)
Ate amanha ou depois meu amor. Sinto muito, nao posso ficar. O remedio melhor para nos dois, Eu partir e voce esperar [Corrected version (no accents shown)] Ate amanha, eu me vou, meu amor Sinto muito nao posso ficar Terminei, e melhor p'ra nos dois Vou partir e voce vai ficar La....La....La.... ate amanha [Translation] Good bye, my love, I am going away I am sorry but I can not stay It is finished .... it is best for both of us I am going away and you are going to stay La....La....La.... good bye |
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| 13. |
| 7:26 |
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A holiday, a holiday, and the first one of the year
Lord Arlen's wife came into the church, the gospel for to hear. And when the meeting it was done, she cast her eyes about And there she saw little Matty Groves, walking in the crowd "Come home with me, little Matty Groves, come home with me tonight Come home with me, little Matty Groves, and sleep with me till light" "Oh, I can't come home, I won't come home and sleep with you tonight By the rings on your fingers I can tell you are my master's wife" "But if I am Lord Arlen 's wife, Lord Arlen's not at home He is out in the far cornfields bringing the yearlings home" And a servant who was standing by and hearing what was said He swore Lord Arlen he would know before the sun would set And in his hurry to carry the news, he bent his breast and ran And when he came to the broad millstream, he took off his shoes and he swam Little Matty Groves, he lay down and took a little sleep When he awoke, Lord Arlen was standing at his feet Saying "How do you like my feather bed and how do you like my sheets How do you like my lady who lies in your arms asleep?" "Oh, well I like your feather bed and well I like your sheets But better I like your lady gay who lies in my arms asleep" "Well, get up, get up," Lord Arlen cried, "get up as quick as you can It'll never be said in fair England that I slew a naked man" "Oh, I can't get up, I won't get up, I can't get up for my life For you have two long beaten swords and I not a pocket knife" "Well it's true I have two beaten swords and they cost me deep in the purse But you will have the better of them and I will have the worse And you will strike the very first blow and strike it like a man I will strike the very next blow and I'll kill you if I can" So Matty struck the very first blow and he hurt Lord Arlen sore Lord Arlen struck the very next blow and Matty struck no more And then Lord Arlen took his wife and he sat her on his knee Saying "Who do you like the best of us, Matty Groves or me?" And then up spoke his own dear wife, never heard to speak so free "I'd rather a kiss from dead Matty's lips than you or your finery" Lord Arlen he jumped up and loudly he did bawl He struck his wife right through the heart and pinned her against the wall "A grave, a grave," Lord Arlen cried, "to put these lovers in But bury my lady at the top for she was of noble kin" |
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