I've been working on the railroad All the live-long day I've been working on the railroad Just to pass the time away Cn't you hear the whistle blowing Rise up so early in the morn Can't you hear the captain shouting Dinah, blow you horn
Dinah, won't you blow, Dinah, won't you blow, Dinah, won't you blow your horn Dinah, won't you blow, Dinah, won't you blow, Dinah, won't you blow your horn
Someone's in the kitchen with Dinah Someone's in the kitchen, I know Someone's in the kitchen with Donah Strummin' on the old banjo
And singing fee fie fiddley ei o Fee fie fiddley ei o Fee fie fiddley ei o Strummin' on the old banjo
She'll 'be Coming Round the Mountain
She'll be coming round the mountain When she comes
She'll be coming round the mountain When she comes
She'll be coming round the mountain, She'll be coming round the mountain, She'll be coming round the mountain When she comes
She'll be driving six white horses When she comes
She'll be driving six white horses When she comes
She'll be driving six white horses, She'll be driving six white horses, She'll be driving six white horses When she comes
Oh, we'll all go out to meet her When she comes
Oh, we'll all go out to meet her When she comes
Oh, we'll all go out to meet her, We'll all go out to meet her, We'll all go out to meet her When she comes
She'll be wearing red pajamas When she comes
She'll be wearing red pajamas When she comes
She'll be wearing red pajamas, She'll be wearing red pajamas, She'll be wearing red pajamas When she comes
She will have to sleep with Grandma When she comes
She will have to sleep with Grandma When she comes
She will have to sleep with Grandma, She'll have to sleep with Grandma, She will have to sleep with Grandma When she comes
Michael, Row the Boat Ashore
Michael row the boat ashore, hallelujah Michael row the boat ashore, hallelujah
Sister help to trim the sails, hallelujah Sister help to trim the sails, hallelujah
Jordan's river is deep and wide, hallelujah And I've got a home on the other side, hallelujah
Michael row the boat ashore, hallelujah Michael row the boat ashore, hallelujah
Michael's boat is a music boat, hallelujah Michael's boat is a music boat, hallelujah
Michael row the boat ashore, hallelujah Michael row the boat ashore, hallelujah
The trumpets sound the jubilee, hallelujah The trumpets sound for you and me, hallelujah
Michael row the boat ashore, hallelujah Michael row the boat ashore, hallelujah Michael row the boat ashore, hallelujah Michael row the boat ashore, hallelujah
On Top of Old Smokey
On top of Old Smokey, All covered with snow, I lost my true lover, For courting too slow.
For courting's a pleasure, But parting is grief, And a false-hearted lover, Is worse than a thief.
A thief will just rob you, And take what you have, But a false-hearted lover, Will lead you to your grave.
The grave will decay you, And turn you to dust, Not one boy in a hundred A poor girl can trust.
They'll hug you and kiss you, And tell you more lies, Than crossties on a railroad, Or stars in the sky.
So come ye young maidens, And listen to me, Never place your affection In a green willow tree.
For the leaves they will wither, The roots they will die, And you'll be forsaken, And never know why.
Home on the Range
Oh, give me a home where the buffalo roam And 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
How often at night when the heavens are bright With the light from the glittering stars Have I stood there 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
Where the air is so pure, 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
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, I love those wild flow'rs in this dear land of ours The curlew, I love to hear scream And I love the white rocks and the antelope flocks That graze on the mountaintops green
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
