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My country 'tis of thee, Sweet land of liberty, Of thee I sing. Land where my fathers died! Land of the Pilgrim's pride! From ev'ry mountainside, Let freedom ring! My native country, thee, Land of the noble free, Thy name I love. I love thy rocks and rills, T...

Mine eyes have seen the glory of the coming of the Lord He is trampling out the vintage where the grapes of wrath are stored, He has loosed the fateful lightening of His terrible swift sword His truth is marching on. [Chorus] Glory! Glory! Hallelujah! Glory!...

In winter I get up at night, And dress by yellow candle light. In summer quite the other way, I have to go to bed by day, To go to bed by day, To go to bed by day. I have to go to bed and see The birds still hopping on the tree, Or hear the grown up people's...

The night is different from the day It's darker in the night; How can you ever hope to play When it's no longer light? When bed-time comes, it's time for you To stop, for when you're yawning, You should be dreaming what you'll do When it's to-morrow morning. 

Billy Pringle had a little pig, When it was young it was not very big, When it was old it lived in clover, Now it's dead and that's all over. Billy Pringle he lay down and died, Betty Pringle she lay down and cried, So there was an end of one, two, and three,...

Bobby Shaftoe's gone to sea, Silver buckles at his knee; He'll come back and marry me, Bonny Bobby Shaftoe. Chorus: Bobby Shaftoe's bright and fair, Combing down his yellow hair, He's my ain for ever mair, Bonny Bobby Shaftoe. Bobby Shaftoe's tall and sIim,...

De Campptown ladies sing this song, Doo-da, Doo-da De Camptown racetrack's two miles long Oh, de doo-da day Gwine to run all night Gwine to run all day I bet my money on a bob-tailed nag Somebody bet on the gray Oh, de long tailed filly and de big black hors...

Come all you rounders if you want to hear A story 'bout a brave engineer, Casey Jones was the rounder's name "Twas on the Illinois Central that he won his fame. Casey Jones, he loved a locomotive. Casey Jones, a mighty man was he. Casey Jones run his final lo...

Come, ye thankful people, come, Raise the song of harvest home; All is safely gathered in, 'Ere the winter storms begin. God our Maker doth provide For our wants to be supplied; Come to God's own temple, come, Raise the song of harvest home. 

What will we do with a drunken sailor? What will we do with a drunken sailor? What will we do with a drunken sailor? Early in the morning! Way hay and up she rises, Way hay and up she rises, Way hay and up she rises, Early in the morning! Shave his belly wit...

Tim Finnegan lived in Watling Street A gentleman Irish, mighty odd; He'd a beautiful brogue so rich and sweet And to rise in the world he carried a hod. Now Tim had a sort o' the tipplin' way With a love of the liquor poor Tim was born And to help him on with...

Go tell Aunt Rhody, Go tell Aunt Rhody, Go tell Aunt Rhody The old gray goose is dead. The one she's been saving, The one she's been saving, The one she's been saving To make a feather bed. The goslings are mourning, The goslings are mourning, The goslings a...

Have you ever seen the scrawls On the fences and the walls, All the horrid little pictures and the horrid little names? Don't you think it is a shame? Are the Goops the ones to blame? Did you ever catch them playing at their horrid little games? 

Do ye ken John Peel with his coat so gay? Do ye ken John Peel at the break of day? Do ye ken John Peel when he's far, far away With his hounds and his horn in the morning. Twas the sound of his horn brought me from my bed And the cry of his hounds has me ofti...

Mary had a little lamb, Little lamb, little lamb, Mary had a little lamb, Its fleece was white as snow Everywhere that Mary went, Mary went, Mary went, Everywhere that Mary went The lamb was sure to go It followed her to school one day School one day, school...

Row, row, row your boat, Gently down the stream. If you see a crocodile, Don't forget to scream. 

The Persè owt off Northombarlonde, and avowe to God mayd he That he wold hunte in the mowntayns off Chyviat within days thre, In the magger of doughtè Dogles, and all that euer with him be. The fattiste hartes in all Cheviat he sayd he wold kyll, and cary the...