All night, all day

Refrein:

All night, all day
angels watching over me, my Lord
All night, all day
angels watching over me.
When I lay me down to sleep
angels watching over me, my Lord
I pray the Lord my soul to keep.
angels watching over me.

When I die before I wake
angels watching over me, my Lord
I pray the Lord my soul to take
angels watching over me.

When I lay for ever and the day
angels watching over me, my Lord
I pray the Lord guard me away
angels watching over me.
 

The animal fair

We went to the animal fair,
the birds and the beasts were there,
By the light of the moon the big baboon
was combing his auburn hair.
The monkey, he got drunk,
and fell on the elephant's trunk,
The elephant sneezed and fell on his knees,
And that was the end of the monk-ey, monk-ey, monk...
 

The bear went over the mountains

The bear went over the mountains,
the bear went over the mountains,
the bear went over the mountains,
to see what he could see.
But all that he could see.
But all that he could see.
Was the other side of the mountains,
the other side of the mountains.
The other side of the mountains,
was all that he could see.
 

Bill Grogan

Bill Grogan's goat (echo) was feeling fine (echo),
Ate two red shirts (echo) right off the line (echo).

I took a stick, gave him whack,
And tied him to a railroad track.

The whistle blew, the train grew nigh,
Now that poor goat was doomed to die.

He gave a shriek of mortal pain,
Coughed up that shirt, flagged down train.
 

Bleuberry Hill

I found my thrill
On Blueberry Hill
On Blueberry Hill
When I found you.
The moon stood still
On Blueberry Hill
And lingererd until
my dreams came true.

The wind in the willow played
Love's sweet melody
But all of those vows we made
Were never to be.

Tho' we're apart
You're part of me still
For you were my thrill
On Blueberry Hill

 

Clementine

In a cavern, in a canyon, excavating for a mine,
Lived a miner, forty-niner, and his daughter Clementine.

Chorus

Oh my darling, Oh my darling,
Oh my darling Clementine,
You are lost and gone forever,
dreadful sorry, Clementine.

Light she was, and like a fairy,
and her shoes were number nine,
Herring boxes without topses,
sandals were for Clementine.

Drove she ducklings to the water
every morning just at nine,
Hit her foot against a splinter,
fell into the foaming brine.

Ruby lips above the water,
blowing bubbles soft and fine,
Alas for me! I was no swimmer,
so I lost my Clementine.

In a churchyard near the canyon,
where the myrtle doth entwine,
There grow roses and other posies,
fertilized by Clementine.

Then the miner, forty-niner,
soon began to peak and pine,
Thought he oughter join his daughter,
now he's with his Clementine.

In my dreams she still doth haunt me,
robed in garments soaked in brine,
While in life I used to hug her,
now she's dead I draw the line.

How I missed her, how I missed her,
how I missed my Clementine,
Until I kissed her little sister,
and forgot my Clementine.

Now ye Scouts all heed the warning
to this tragic tale of mine,
Mouth-to-mouth resuscitation
would have saved my Clementine.
 

Country road

Almost heaven, West Virginia,
Blue Ridge Mountains, Shenandoah River
Life is older here, older than the trees
Younger than the mountains, growing like a breeze

Chorus

Country road, take me home
To the place I belong
West Virginia, Mountain Mama
Take me home, country roads

All my memories gather round her,
Miners lady, stranger to blue water,
Dark and dusty painted on the sky,
Misty taste of mountains, teardrop in my eye

Chorus

I hear a voice in the morning, how she calls me
Radio reminds me of my home far away
Driving down the road I get the feeling
that I should have been home yesterday, yesterday

Chorus
 

The drunken sailor

What shall we do with the drunken sailor (3x)
Early in the morning

Refrein:

Hooray! And up she rises (3x)
Early in the morning

Put him in the longboat 'til he's sober

Pull out the plug and wet him all over

Put him in the scuppers with a housepipe on him

Heave him by the leg in a running bowlin'

Take him and shake him and let now awake him

That's what we'll do with the drunken sailor
 

Edelweiss

Edelweiss, Edelweiss. Every morning you greet me.
Small and white, clean and bright,
You look happy to greet me.
Blossoms of snow, may you bloom and grow,
Bloom and grow forever,
Edelweiss, Edelweiss. Bless my homeland forever!
 

Froggie

Dog.
Dog, cat.
Dog, cat, mouse.
Froggie!
Itsy bitsy, teeny weeny little bitty froggie.
Jump, jump, jump, little froggie.
Spiders and flies are scrum-deli-icious.
Ribbit, Ribbit, Ribbit, Ribbit, Ribbit, Ribbit, Ribbit,
Croak.
Flea.
Flea, fly.
Flea, fly, mosquito.
Swat 'em!
Calamine, calamine, calamine lotion.
Oh, no more calamine lotion.
Itchy, itchy, scratchy, scratchy, got one on my backy, backy.
Ohy, ohy, owwy, owwy, wish he'd go away.
Quick get the bug spray, I think he went that-a-way-shhhhhh!
[Make can-spraying motions.]

Actions: Set up a clap-slapping rhythm, and repeat each line after the leader. On the first run-through, do it slowly; with each repetition go faster, until the audience explodes.
 

Get on your feet

You say I know it's a waste of time
There's no use trying
So scared that life is gonna pass you by
you spirit dying
Not long ago
I could feel your strength and your devotion
What was so clear, is now overcast
with mixed emotion
Deep in your heart is the answer
Find it, I know it will pull you through

Refrein:

Get on your feet
Get up and make it happen
Get on your feet
Stand up and take some action
Get on your feet
Don't stop before it's over
Get on your feet
The weight is off your shoulder

I think it's true that we've all been through
some nasty weather
Let's understand that we're here
to handle things together
You gotta keep looking on to tomorrow
There's so much in life
that's meant for you

Refrein
 

Gory, gory

(Tune: Battle Hymn of the Republic)

My sergeant major jumped from 70 thousand feet (Repeat 3x)
(Alternative: He jumped from 30 thousand feet without a parachute.)
But he ain't going to jump no more.

Chorus:

Gory, gory, what a heck of a way to die. (Repeat twice more.)
Well, he ain't going to jump no more.

We scraped him off the tarmac like a dab of strawberry jam...
We put him in an envelope and sent him home to mum...
She put him on the matelpiece for everyone to see...
 

Grandma's feather bed

When I was a little biddy boy,
Just up off the floor,
We used to go down to grandma's house,
Every month end or so.
We'd have chicken pie, country ham,
Home-made butter on the bread,
But the best darn thing about grandma's house
Was the great big feather bed.

Chorus

It was nine feet high, six feet wide,
Soft as a downy chick,
It was made of the feathers of four-eleven geese
And a whole roll of cloth for the tick.
It could hold eight kids, four hound dogs
And the piggy that we stole from the shed,
Didn't get much sleep but we had a lot of fun
In grandma's feather bed.

After supper we'd sit around the fire,
The old folks spit and chew,
Pa would talk about the farm in the war
And Grandma sing a ballad or two.
Well I'd sit and listen and watch the fire
Till the cobwebs filled my head,
Next thing I knew I'd wake up in the morning
In the middle of the old feather bed.

Now I love my Ma, I love my Pa,
I love Grannie and Grampa too,
Been fishing with my uncle, wrestled with my cousin
And even kissed Aunt Sue.
But if I ever had to make a choice,
I think it oughta be said
That I'd trade them all plus the girl down the road
For Grandma's feather bed.
 

Hail to the scouts

From a 1925 songbook

Hail to The Scouts!
To be prepared,
our motto.
Do a good turn for someone ev'ry day.
True to ourselves,
and ev'ry scout tradition,
Upright and helpful in our work and play.

Hail to The Scouts!
With honesty unquestioned,
Loyal and useful,
kind and cheerful too.
Ready to serve our city, home and nation,
with a devotion ever firm and true.

 

The happy wanderer

I love to go a-wandering
Along the mountain track,
And as a go I love to sing,
My knapsack on my back.

Chorus

Valderi, Valdera, Valderi,
Valdera-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha,
Valderi, Valdera,
My Knapsack on my back.

I love to wander by the stream
That dances in the sun.
So joyously it calls to me:
Come join my happy song.

I wave my hat to all I meet
And they wave back to me,
And blackbirds call so loud and sweet,
From every greenwood tree.

High overhead the skylarks wing,
They never rest at home,
But just like me they love to sing,
As o'er the world we roam.

Oh, may I go a-wandering
Until the day I die.
And may I always laugh and sing,
Beneath God's clear blue sky.
 

If I was not upon the stage

If I was not upon the stage one place I'd rather be...
If I was not upon the stage,
A policeman I would be.
I'd sing my song, all day long,
"Hey, You, Get off my street!"
If I was not upon the stage one place I'd rather be...
If I was not upon the stage,
A gym teacher I would be.
I'd sing my song, all day long,
"Up and up and do-o-o-wn!"
"Hey, You, Get off my street!"

If I was not upon the stage one place I'd rather be...
If I was not upon the stage,
An engineer I would be.
"Two feet by four feet, Bam-Bam-Bam!"
"Up and up and do-o-o-wn!"
"Hey, You, Get off my street!"

A gardener I would be
"Dig a hole, plant a seed, wait until it grows"

A waitress I would be
"Here's your food, here's your drink, here's a bag, Oops!"

A painter I would be
"Here's a pot, here's a brush, slap it on the door
 

I met a bear

[Tune: Sipping Cider Through a Straw]

The other day, [echo] I met a bear, [echo]
Out in the woods, away out there. [Point.]

He looked at me, I looked at him,
He sized up me, I sized up him.

He says to me, "Why don't you run?"
"'Cause I can see, you have no gun."

I says to him, "That's a good idea."
"Now legs get going, get me out of here!"

I began to run, away from there,
But right behind me was that bear.

And on the path ahead of me,
I saw a tree, Oh glory be.

The lowest branch was ten feet up,
I'd have to jump and trust to luck.

And so I jumped into the air,
But I missed that branch away up there.

Now don't you fret, and don't you frown,
I caught that branch on the way back down.

That's all there is, there ain't no more,
Unless I meet that bear once more.
 

It's a long way to Tipperary

It's a long way to Tipperary
It's a long way to go.
It's a long way to Tipperary
To the sweetest girl I know,
Goodbye Piccadilly
Farewell Leicester Square
It's a long long way to Tipperary
But my heart's right there.
 

Kookaburra

Kookaburra sits in an old gum tree,
Merry, merry king of the bush is he.
Laugh Kookaburra, laugh Kookaburra,
Merry merry gay your life must be.
Ha, ha, ha!

Kookaburra sits in an old gum tree,
Eating all the gum drops he can see.
Stop Kookaburra, stop Kookaburra,
Save some there for me.
Yum, yum, yum!
 

Leaders

[Tune: Barges]

Out of my tent flap looking in the night
I can see the leaders, boy, what a sight!
Curlers in their hair and cold cream on their face
They look like something from outer space.

Leaders, I would like to be like you
I would like to have some privileges too.
Leaders, have you cookies that you hold?
Do you share with [...]
Scouts brave and bold.

Out of my tent flap looking in the night
I can see those leaders having a fight
Silently goes a pillow through the air
And here comes someone's underwear.

Leaders, I don't want to be with you.
I would probably end up black and blue.
Leaders, have you cookies that you hold?
Do you share with ...
Scouts good as gold.

 

Make new friends

make new friends
but keep the old
one is silver
but the other gold

 

My bonnie

My bonnie is over the ocean,
my bonnie is over the sea.
My bonnie is over the ocean,
oh, bring back my bonnie to me!

Bring back, bring back,
bring back my bonnie to me, to me.
Bring back, bring back,
oh, bring back my bonnie to me!

Oh, blow ye winds over the ocean,
oh blow ye winds over the sea!
Oh, blow ye winds over the ocean,
and bring back my bonnie to me!

Bring back, bring back,
bring back my bonnie to me, to me.
Bring back, bring back,
oh, bring back my bonnie to me!

The winds have blown over the ocean,
The winds have blown over the sea.
The winds have blown over the ocean,
and brought back my bonnie to me!

Brought back, brought back,
brought back my bonnie to me, to me.
Brought back, brought back,
brought back my bonnie to me!

Dit zijn een aantal leuke coupletten voor My Bonnie, misschien een beetje grof maar ik denk dat ze net kunnen, anders gebruik je ze gewoon niet!

My Bonnie's complexion was makeup,
her face, it was beauteous to see;
Until she got caught in a rainstorm,
Oh, bring back my Bonnie to me.

My Bonnie leaned over the gas tank,
the height of its contents to see;
I lighted a match to assist her,
Oh, bring back my Bonnie to me.

My Bonnie has tuberculosis,
my Bonnie has only one lung,
My Bonnie can cough up raw oysters,
and roll them around on her tongue.

Last night as I lay on my pillow,
last night as I lay on my bed,
I stuck my feet out the window,
next morning my neighbours were dead.
 

Pack up your troubles

Pack up your troubles in your old kitbag
And smile, smile, smile
While you've a lucifer to light your fag,
Smile boys that's the style.
What's the use of worrying?
It never was worthwhile,
So pack up your troubles in your old kit bag
And smile smile smile
 

Row the boat

Row, row, row the boat,
gently down the stream.
Merrily, merrily, merrily, merrily,
live is but a dream.
 

She'll be comin' 'round the mountain

She'll be comin' 'round the mountain when she comes. (Whoo, whoo!) [Repeat.]
She'll be comin' 'round the mountain,
blowing steam off like a fountain,
She'll be comin' 'round the mountain when she comes.
She'll be driving six white horses, when she comes, (Whoa, there!) [etc.]

Oh, we'll all go out to meet her when she comes. (Hi babe!)

She'll be wearing silk pajamas when she comes, [Wolf whistle.]

And, we'll wear our bright red woolies when she comes, (Scratch, scratch!)
Oh, we'll kill the old red rooster, (Hack, hack!)
cause he don't crow like he use ter.

Oh, we'll all have chicken and dumplings when she comes, (Yum, yum! / Yuck, yuck!)
Oh, we'll all have indigestion when she comes, (Burp, burp!)
 

Show me the way to go home

Show me the way to go home,
I'm tired and I want to go to bed.
Oh, I had a little drink about an hour ago,
and it's gone right to my head.
Wherever I may roam, on land or sea or foam.
You will always hear me singing this song:
Show me the way to go home.
 

Soup and towel

[Tune: Row, Row, Row Your Boat]

Soap, soap, soap and towel;towel and water please.
Merrily, merrily, merrily, merrily, wash your dirty knees.

 

Sweet violets

Chorus

Sweet violets, sweeter than the roses,
Covered all over from head to toe,
Covered all over with sweet violets.

There once was a farmer who took a young miss
In back of the barn where he gave her a
Lecture on horses and chickens and eggs,
And told her that she had such beautiful
Manners that suited a girl of her charms,
A girl that he wanted to take in his
Washing and ironing and then, if she did,
They could get married and raise lots of... (Chorus)

The girl told the farmer that he'd better stop
And she called her father and he called a
Taxi and got there before very long,
'Cause someone was doing his little girl
Right for a change and so that's why he said,
"If you marry her, son, you're better off
Single 'cause it's always been my be-lief,
Marriage will bring a man nothing but... (Chorus)

The farmer decided he'd wed any way,
And started in planning for his wedding
Suit, which he purchased for only one buck,
But then he found out he was just out of
Money and so he got left in the lurch,
Standing and waiting in front of the
End of this story which just goes to show,
All a girl wants from a man is his... (Chorus)
 

There's a hole in my bucket

There's a hole in my bucket, dear Liza, dear liza.
There's a hole in my bucket, dear Liza, a hole.
Go fix it, dear Henry, dear Henry, dear Henry.
Go fix it, dear Henry, dear Henry, fix it.

With what shall I fix it, dear Liza ... with what?
With a straw, dear Henry ... with a straw

But the straw is too long, ...
Well cut it, ...

With what shall I cut it, ...
With an axe, ...

But the axe is too dull, ...
Well sharpen it, ...

On what shall I sharpen it, ...
With a stone, ...

The stone is too dry, ...
Well wet it, ...

With what shall I wet it, ...
Try water, ...

In what shall I fetch it, ...
With a bucket, ...

But there's a hole in my bucket.
 

This Land is Your Land

As I went walking, that ribbon of highway
I saw above me that endless skyway
I saw below that golden valley.
This land was made for you and me.

This land is your land, this land is my land.
From California to the New York Island
From the Redwood forest to the Gulf Stream waters.
This was made for your and me.

I saw a sign that said "No Trespassing."
And on the other side, that sign said nothing.
And all around me a voice was calling
"That sign was made for you and me."

This land is your land, this land is my land.
From California to the New York Island
From the Redwood forest to the Gulf Stream waters.
This was made for your and me.

 

Waltzing Matilda

Once a jolly swagman camped by a billabong,
Under the shade of a coolibah tree,
And he sang as he watched and waited till his billy boiled
You'll come a waltzing Matilda with me.

Waltzing Matilda, Waltzing Matilda,
You'll come a waltzing Matilda with me,
And he sang as he watched and waited till his billy boiled,
You'll come a waltzing Matilda with me.

Down came a jumbuck to drink at that billabong,
Up jumped the swagman and grabbed him with glee,
And he sang as he shoved that jumbuck in his tuckerbag
You'll come a waltzing Matilda with me.

Waltzing Matilda, Waltzing Matilda,
You'll come a waltzing Matilda with me,
And he sang as he shoved that jumbuck in his tuckerbag,
You'll come a waltzing Matilda with me.

Up rode the squatter mounted on his thoroughbred,
Down came the troopers - one, two, three,
Whose that jolly jumbuck you've got in your tuckerbag?
You'll come a waltzing Matilda with me.

Waltzing Matilda, Waltzing Matilda,
You'll come a waltzing Matilda with me,
Whose that jolly jumbuck you've got in your tuckerbag?
You'll come a waltzing Matilda with me.

Up jumped the swagman, and sprang into the billabong,
You'll never catch me alive said he,
And his ghost may be heard as you pass by that billabong
You'll come a waltzing Matilda with me.

Waltzing Matilda, Waltzing Matilda,
You'll come a waltzing Matilda with me,
And his ghost may be heard as you pass by that billabong,
You'll come a waltzing Matilda with me.
 
 

LIEDJES - ANDERSTALIG

-------------------------