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Punctuated, as if it meant something to me.--Chip
O cum keese calla-res calla-res-kie
Oom-pie-tee eye oom-pie-tie.
Berry berry bes calla-res calla-res-kie
Oom-pie-tee eye oom-pie-tie.
Oh may pa-shay, oh may pie,
Toomba toomba toomba hey!
[Boys repeat "Toomba toomba toomba" while girls repeat the verse.]
Oh to be in Oleanna
That's where I'd rather be
Than to be Norway,
And drag the chains of slavery.
Ole Oleanna, Ole Oleanna
Ole Ole Ole Ole Ole Oleanna
In Oleanna land is free
And the wheat and corn just plant themselves
And grow a good four feet a day
While on your back you rest yourself.
Ole Oleanna ...
Ale as sweet as Munchineer
Springs from the ground and flows away.
The cows all like to milk themselves
And the hens lay eggs ten times a day.
Ole Oleanna ...
Little roasted piggies
Rush about the city streets,
Inquiring so politely
A slice of ham you'd like to eat.
Ole Oleanna ...
And so if you've begun to live
To Oleanna you must go,
The poorest wretch from Norway
Becomes a duke in a year or so.
Ole Oleanna ...
Oompa kalli alli alli alli ammo
Oompa qui, oompa qua.
Oompa kalli alli alli alli ammo
Oompa qui, oompa qua.
O nicodemo. O kalli alli ah-ammo.
O nicodemo. O kalli alli oompah oompah oompah.
[Boys continue "Oompah" while Girls repeat the verse, ending with an extra "pah".]
I remember several uninspiring days where we sang praise for bread for each meal, a trifecta?--Al Ross
Morning/Noontime/Evening is here
The board is spread.
Thanks be to God
Who gives us bread.
Thank God for bread
Introduced by Dick Dawson
Que lindo el parque Elysian!
Que lindo el parque Elysian!
Que lindo (que lindo)
Que lindo (que lindo)
Que lindo el parque
Elysian!
(Elysian Park is beautiful)
Me gusta el parque Elysian (Elysian Park is my kind of park)
El aire is libre, amigos (the air is free, my friends)
No queremos fincas en el parque (we don't want buildings in the park)
Queremos el zacate verde (we want the green grass)
El parque es suyo y mio (the park is yours and mine)
Los ninos necesitan el parque (the children need the park)
Preservan el parque Elysian (Save Elysian Park!)
No pasaran los bulldozers! (stop the bulldozers!)
Propel, propel, propel your craft,
placidly down the liquid solution,
ecstatically, ecstatically, ecstatically, ecstatically,
existence if but an illusion.
This next song is probably a victim of the biggest game of "telephone" ever played. This spelling does not look like the way I sang it, but this is what's written down, and I don't have a better way to do it. Chip, want to give this one a phonetic try to translate?--Al Ross
What <<I>> sang is on the right. But I was a JC who liked to sing "The Temperance Union".--Chip
| Ra-ghu-pa-ti, Ra-gh-va Ra-ja Ram | Ra-gha-put-ee Ra-jah, Ma-rah-jah Ra-ah-ah-ah | |
| Puti-ta bam on a See-ta Ram | Put-ee ta-bah, mona See-ee ta-ah Rum | |
| See-ta Ram Jai See-ta Ram | See-ta Rum, J.C. ta Rum | |
| Puti-ta bam on a See-ta Ram | Put-ee ta-bah, mona See-ee ta-ah Rum | |
| See-ta Ram Jai See-ta Ram | See-ta Rum, J.C. ta Rum | |
| Puti-ta bam on a See-ta Ram | Put-ee ta-bah, mona See-ee ta-ah Rum | |
| Ra-ghu-pa-ti, Ra-gh-va Ra-ja Ram | Ra-gha-put-ee Ra-jah, Ma-rah-jah Ra-ah-ah | |
| Puti-ta bam on a See-ta Ram | Put-ee ta-bah, mon a See-ee ta-ah Rum |
Repeat, more slowly, extending the final "Ram" (or "Rum")
I think it was Jim Hershey who introduced this song. His wife came from Finland and she may have been the source of this song--Barb Banfield
A rooster is dead, a rooster's dead
And he sings no more ko ko di, ko ko da
And he sings no more ko ko di, ko ko da
Ko ko ko ko di, ko ko da
Ko ko ko ko di, ko ko da
Round the blazing council fire's light
We have met in comradeship tonight
Down among the sheltering trees--
Guard our golden memories,
And so before we close our eyes to sleep
Let us pledge each other that we'll keep
Camping memories strong and deep
Till we meet again
Row, row, row your boat
Gently down the stream.
Merrily, merrily, merrily, merrily,
Life is but a dream.
(Repeat, dropping the last word each time through, concluding with "Row, row, row/Row, row/Row".)
MIDI FILE: http://www.contemplator.com/folk4/santyano.html
From Boston town we're bound away. Heave aweigh, Santianno.
'Round Cape Horn to 'Frisco Bay, we're bound for Californio.
So, heave her up and away we'll go.
Heave aweigh, Santianno.
Heave her up and away we'll go.
We're bound for Californio.
There's plenty of gold, so I've been told./ Heave her up and away we'll go.
Well, back in the days of forty-nine./Back in the days of the good old times.
My first shot at this used Latin spellings. I gave up and went phonetic.--Chip
Sara sponda sara sponda sara sponda ret set set
Sara sponda sara sponda sara sponda ret set set
Ador-ay-o. Ador-ay boom-day-o.
Ador-ay boom-day ret set set
in ah-say pah-say oh.
[After the verse, boys repeat "boom-da boom-da boom-da" and girls repeat the verse.]
Sing your way home At the close of the day
Sing your way home Drive the shadows away
Smile every mile for wherever you roam
It will brighten your road, It will lighten your load
If you sing your way home
Traditional. "Pillowcase" verse by Chip Buckner.
Suffocation, simple suffocation
Suffocation, the game we like to play.
First you take a vacuum hose,
Then you put it on your nose.
Turn it on. They you're gone. Weee!
Suffocation ...
First you take a plastic bag,
Then you take a rubber band.
Over your head. Then you're dead. Weee!
Suffocation ...
Take a dirty pillowcase,
Then you put it on your face.
Breathe in deep--eternal sleep. Weee!
Suffocation ...
Sweet William died (echo)
for his true love. (echo)
And Barb'ry died (echo)
for hers.
[Other verses, similarly ...]
They buried them
in the old church yard,
In a grave both deep
and wide.
Up from her grave
there sprung a rose.
And up from his'n
a briar.
They clumb and clumb
the old church spire
'Til they could climb
no higher.
And there they tied
a true love's knot
that signified
Forget-me-not.
Swing low, sweet chariot,
Coming for to carry me home.
Swing low, sweet chariot,
Coming for to carry me home.
I looked over Jordan, and what did I see
Coming for to carry me home?
A band of angels coming after me,
Coming for to carry me home.
Swing low ...
If you get to heaven before I do
Coming for to carry me home
Just drill a hole and pull me through.
Coming for to carry me home
Swing low ...
| Men: Swinging along the open road, Under a sky that's clear Swinging along the open road In the fall of the year. Swinging along, swinging along, swinging along the open road, all in the fall of the year. |
Women: Swinging along the open road Under a sky, under a sky that's clear Swinging along the open road All in the fall, in the fall of the year Swinging along, swinging along swinging along the open road, all in the fall of the year. |