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  • 07-10-1969
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    Maverick
    Composer(s): David Buttolph; Paul Francis Webster
    Originally performed by: Sons Of The Pioneers
    Covered by various other artists



    Who is the tall, dark stranger there?
    Maverick is the name
    Ridin’ the trail to who knows where
    Luck is his companion
    Gamblin’ is his game

    Smooth as the handle on a gun
    Maverick is the name
    Wild as the wind in Oregon
    Blowin’ up a canyon, easier to tame

    Riverboat, ring your bell
    Fare thee well, Annabel
    Luck is the lady that he loves the best
    Natchez to New Orleans
    Livin' on jacks and queens
    Maverick is a legend of the west

    Riverboat, ring your bell
    Fare thee well, Annabel
    Luck is the lady that he loves the best
    Natchez to New Orleans
    Livin' on jacks and queens
    Maverick is a legend of the west
    Maverick is a legend of the west



    Categorie:Eng. Songs
    Tags:Sons Of The Pioneers

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    Old Piano Plays The Blues
    Composer(s): Steve Allen; Don George
    Performer(s): Andy Williams;
    and various other artists



    The clock is striking, guess it must be two
    My baby left me for somebody new
    I’ve been here playing since she said we’re through
    An old piano plays the blues

    The clock is striking, guess it must be three
    My room is lonely as a room can be
    I’m improvising on a memory
    An old piano plays the blues

    Each evening since we met, we were a close duet
    From dusk until the moon would glow
    And though she’s gone I find she’s hangin’ round my mind
    I guess I’m not the kind to do a solo

    The clock is striking, Lord it can’t be four
    Perhaps I’d better lock the downstairs door
    The one I play for will be here no more
    An old piano plays the blues

    I guess I’d better lock the door
    She won’t be coming back no more
    An old piano plays the blues
    An old piano plays the blues




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    06-10-1969
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    Mauvaise Option
    Composer(s): Claude Moine; Pierre Papadiamandis
    Performer(s): Eddy Mitchell



    Mauvaise option
    Tu n'as pas choisi la bonne solution
    T'es perdu t'es planté
    Mauvaise option
    Retour case départ nouvelle direction
    Tu peux tout recommencer
    T'as loupé la sortie
    De l'autoroute de ta vie
    Interdit d'stationner
    D's'arrêter sur le bas côté
    C'est un labyrinthe miné
    Mauvaise option
    Pas l'droit à l'erreur t'es plus en action
    Faut savoir se r'tirer
    Mauvaise option
    Va jouer dans la cour de récréation
    Laisse les grands s'amuser
    Cadre ou bien P.D.G.
    Personne ne sera épargné
    Les jeunes loups d'la finance
    Font pas dans la romance
    C'est pas des sœurs d'charité
    Si l'téléphone sonne
    Faut pas qu'tu t'étonnes
    C'est pas pour un jeu
    Un sondage pour la télé?
    Non
    C'est ta banque préférée
    Qui aim'rait te parler
    De tes chèques impayés
    Ta carte bleue refusée

    Mauvaise option
    Y a des jours comme ça où rien n'tourne rond
    Faut rester couché
    Mauvaise option
    Faudrait qu'il n'y ait plus que des patrons
    Surtout pas d'employés
    Il faut te réveiller
    C'était un rêve t'as cauch'mardé
    Prends ton petit déjeuner
    Et ouvre ton courrier
    Tiens! Une lettre recommandée
    Une convocation
    Ça n'sent jamais bon
    La grande direction souhaiterait te rencontrer
    Une augmentation? Ou ta démission?
    Tu t'demandes à quelle sauce tu seras mangé
    Mauvaise option
    Fais-toi beau asperge-toi de sent bon
    Tu dois bien présenter
    Mauvaise option
    Sois à l'heure tiens-toi droit fais impression
    Il t'faut dé-stresser
    Mauvaise option
    Va falloir trouver la bonne solution
    Sinon t'es planté
    Mauvaise option
    Retour case départ
    Mauvaise direction



    Categorie:Franse Songs

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    Old Photographs
    Performer(s): Janis Ian



    Sometimes I feel like we've got

    nothing to say anymore
    We sit around
    and fade into the walls
    like old photographs

    I guess it happens
    as the days and years go by
    Something changes
    and you don't know why
    and you're afraid to ask

    Photographs
    I don't want to be
    just a fading memory
    torn in half by time
    All we have are pictures of us
    and the way loved used to be
    between you and me
    Old photographs

    We used to talk about
    mistakes our parents made
    We swore we'd never
    waste our lives that way
    How the tables turn

    Are we the same two people
    who fell in love
    Have we really changed so much
    or did we just grow up

    Chorus




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    05-10-1969
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    Matty Groves
    (Traditional)
    Performer(s): Fairport Convention
    and various other artists



    A holiday, a holiday, and the first one of the year
    Lord Donald'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 Donald's wife, Lord Donald'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 Donald 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 Donald 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 Donald 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 Donald sore
    Lord Donald struck the very next blow and Matty struck no more
    And then Lord Donald 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 Donald 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 Donald cried, "to put these lovers in
    But bury my lady at the top for she was of noble kin



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    Old Pal (Why Don't You Answer Me?)
    Composer(s): Sam M. Lewis;
    Joe Young; M.K. Jerome



    Old pal old gal
    You left me all alone
    Old pal old gal
    I'm just a rolling stone
    Shadows that come stealing
    Thru the weary night
    Always find me kneeling
    In the candle light

    Old pal, old gal
    The nights are long and drear
    Old pal old gal
    Each day seems like a year
    No one left to meet me
    After all I've toiled
    No one here to greet me
    It's an empty world

    The long night through I pray to you
    Old pal why don't you answer me?
    My arms embrace an empty space
    The arms that held you tenderly
    If you can hear my pray'r away up there
    Old pal why don't you answer me?




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    04-10-1969
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    Mattinata
    Composer(s): Ruggero Leoncavallo
    Performer(s): Luciano Pavarotti
    and various other artists



    L’aurora di bianco vestita
    Già l’uscio dischiude al gran sol
    Di già con le rosee sue dita
    Carezza de’ fiori lo stuol!
    Commosso da un fremito arcano
    Intorno il creato già par
    E tu non ti desti, ed invano
    Mi sto qui dolente a cantar

    Metti anche tu la veste bianca
    E schiudi l’uscio al tuo cantor!
    Ove non sei la luce manca
    Ove tu sei nasce l’amor

    Ove non sei la luce manca
    Ove tu sei nasce l’amor



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    Old Paint
    (Traditional)
    Performer(s): Linda Ronstadt;
    and various other artists



    I ride an old paint
    I lead an old dam
    I'm going to Montana
    To throw a houlihan
    They feed in the coolies
    They water in the draw
    Their tails are all matted
    Their backs are all raw

    Ride around
    Ride around real slow
    The fiery and the snuffy are raring to go

    Old Bill Brown
    Had a daughter and a son
    One went to Denver
    And the other went wrong
    His wife she died in a poolroom fight
    And still he keeps singing from morning til night

    Ride around
    Ride around real slow
    Well the fiery and the snuffy are raring to go

    Well when I die
    Take my saddle from the wall
    Put it on my pony
    And lead him from his stall
    Tie my bones to his back
    Turn our faces to the west
    And we'll ride the prairie
    That we like the best

    Ride around
    Ride around real slow
    Well the fiery and the snuffy are raring to go

    Ride around
    Ride around real slow
    Well the fiery and the snuffy are raring to go




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    03-10-1969
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    Matthew And Son
    Composer(s): Cat Stevens
    Performer(s): Cat Stevens
    and various other artists



    Up at eight, you can't be late
    for Matthew & Son, he won't wait

    Watch them run down to platform one
    And the eight-thirty train to Matthew & Son

    Matthew & Son, the work's never done, there's always something new
    The files in your head, you take them to bed, you're never ever through
    And they've been working all day, all day, all day!

    There's a five minute break and that's all you take
    for a cup of cold coffee and a piece of cake

    Matthew & Son, the work's never done, there's always something new
    The files in your head, you take them to bed, you're never ever through
    And they've been working all day, all day, all day!

    He's got people who've been working for fifty years
    No one asks for more money cuz nobody cares
    Even though they're pretty low and their rent's in arrears

    Matthew & Son, Matthew & Son, Matthew & Son, Matthew & Son
    And they've been working all day, all day, all day!



    Categorie:Eng. Songs

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    Klik hier om een link te hebben waarmee u dit artikel later terug kunt lezen.Old New Hampshire

    Old New Hampshire
    Composer(s): Dr. John F. Holmes; Maurice Hoffmann



    With a skill that knows no measure
    From the golden store of Fate
    God, in His great love and wisdom
    Made the rugged Granite State
    Made the lakes, the fields, the forests
    Made the Rivers and the rills
    Made the bubbling, crystal fountains
    Of New Hampshire's Granite Hills

    Refrain:

    Old New Hampshire, Old New Hampshire
    Old New Hampshire Grand and Great
    We will sing of Old New Hampshire
    Of the dear old Granite State

    Builded he New Hampshire glorious
    From the borders to the sea
    And with matchless charm and splendor
    Blessed her for eternity
    Hers, the majesty of mountain
    Hers, the grandeur of the lake
    Hers, the truth as from the hillside
    Whence her crystal waters break

    Refrain




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    02-10-1969
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    Matt Hyland
    (Traditional)
    Performer(s): Dubliners
    and various other artists



    There was a lord who lived in this town
    Who had a lovely and handsome daughter
    She was courted by a fine young man
    Who was a servan to her father
    And when her parents came to know
    They swore they'd ban him from the island
    The maid she swore that heart would break
    Had she to part with young Matt Hyland

    So straight away to her love she goes
    Into his room to awake him
    Saying arise my love and go away
    This very night you will be taken
    I overheard my parents say
    Inspite of me they will transport you
    So arise my love and go away
    I wish to God I'd gone before you

    They both sat down up on the bed
    Just for the side of one half hour
    And not a word by either said
    As down their cheeks the tears did shower
    She laid her hand up an his breast
    Around his neck her arms entwined
    Not a duke nor lord nor an earl I'll wed
    I'll wait for you my own Matt Hyland

    The lord discoursed with her daughter fair
    One night alone in her chamber
    Saying we'll give you leave for to bring him back
    Since there's no one can win your favour
    She wrote a letter then in haste
    Her heart for him was still repining
    They brought him back to the church they went
    And made a lord of young Matt Hyland



    Categorie:Eng. Songs

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    Old Man Roller
    Composer(s): Peter Hesslein; James Hopkins-Harrison
    Performer(s): Lucifer's Friend



    You had better watch out yeh
    when this cat is around he's motorbike child
    he just takes to the road
    a riding chicken alone
    man I tell you he's wild
    With his hair greased back
    he hits the track
    be it town or freeway
    he rides speedway
    old man roller just gets going - yeh
    Rock an rollin' giving everything he got
    When he's dancin'he rocks around the clock
    just a rollin' his everything in life is rock'n roll
    rock and rollin' he twists the night away
    got a joke box and rock is all it
    plays just a rollin'he doesn't have a care
    just rock'n roll
    He still lives in the fifties, yeh
    it seems that the times went and left him behind
    everytime he's in town the people gather around
    think he's out of his mind

    He really doesn't give a damn
    what people think of him
    they call him old man roller
    they laugh behind his shoulder
    they call him old man roller
    rock and rollin', rock and rollin'




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    01-10-1969
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    Matrimony
    Composer(s): Gilbert O'Sullivan
    Performer(s): Gilbert O'Sullivan;
    Dutch Swing College Band; Ray Hamilton



    I´ve no wish to hurry you luv
    But have you seen the time
    It´s quarter to ten and we´re supposed to be there
    At nine
    I don´t think the registrar
    Will be very pleased
    When we show up an hour late
    Like two frozen peas
    Both now facing for the first time
    Presently and past
    Something that begins with M
    And ends in alas
    More than not complete disaster
    Even from the start
    What could it be...
    It´s Matrimony
    I know how you´ve dreamt about
    Being walk down the aisle
    But think of the money we´ll save
    And you´ll see it´s worthwhile
    It won´t please our mums and dads
    But they don´t even know
    Besides if they did what´s the betting
    They wouldn´t even go
    You and me are all that matters
    Disregard the rest
    Trust your soon to be the old man
    He knows what is best
    Very shortly now there´s going to be
    An answer from you
    Then one from me
    That´s matrimony
    I´m truly grateful for the little things in life
    That have made me so glad
    Every other hour that I spend with you
    Is not in the least bit sad
    Quite the opposite in fact
    And if you don´t believe me
    Here´s the proof
    Ask me if I and I´ll say "Aye, I do"
    Marriage - the joining together of the two people
    For better or for worse till death them do part
    Olé!



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    Old Man Mose
    Composer(s): Louis Armstrong; Zilner Randolph
    Performer(s): Louis Armstrong;
    and various other artists



    Now one time there lived an old man
    With a very crooked nose
    He lived inside a log hut
    and they called him ol' man Mose
    One dark and dreary morning I knocked upon his door
    I didn't hear a single sound
    so I ain't gonna do it no more

    'cos I believe ol' man, I believe ol' man
    I believe ol' man, thatol' man Mose is dead
    I believe ol' man, I believe ol' man
    I believe ol' man, that ol' man Mose is dead

    (Now you believe) Mose kicked the bucket
    (You believe) Mose kicked the bucket
    (You believe) Mose kicked the bucket
    (You believe he's dead)

    (You believe) Mose kicked the bucket
    (You believe) Mose kicked the bucket
    (You believe) Mose kicked the bucket
    (You believe he's dead)

    Now listen here
    I went round to the window
    And I peeped in through the crack
    Inside there was an old man
    Laying flat upon his back
    I thought that he was sleeping
    Head hung to the floor
    He didn't make a single move
    So I ain't gonna do it no more

    'cos I found out ol' man, I found out ol' man
    yeah, I found out ol' man, ol' man Mose is dead

    ('cos you found out) ol' man
    (you found out) ol' man
    (you found out) ol' man
    (you found out he's dead)

    (you found out) Mose kicked the bucket
    (you found out) Mose kicked the bucket
    (you found out) Mose kicked the bucket
    (you found out he's dead)


    (you found out) Mose kicked the bucket
    (you found out) Mose kicked the bucket
    (you found out) Mose kickin' up daisies
    (you found out he's dead)

    Old Man Mose is dead




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    30-09-1969
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    Matin
    Performer(s): Georges Moustaki



    Matin de rose et de jasmin
    Matin d'amour et de lumière
    Matin de miel et de prière
    Matin comme tous les matins
    Matin de soleil et d'azur
    Matin de paix et d'abondance
    Matin de musique et de danse
    Matin qui guérit les blessures

    Matin de l'oiseau et du vent
    Matin comme une récompense
    Matin de fortune et de chance
    Matin qui naît comme un enfant
    Matin sur la brume du Jardin
    Matin sur la ville endormie
    Sur le visage de l'ami
    Matin de soie et de satin

    Matin de la première nuit
    Matin qui réveille la terre
    Matin banal et légendaire
    Matin de ce bel aujourd'hui
    Matin de rose et de jasmin
    Matin d'amour et de lumières

    Je t'attendais depuis hier
    Je t'attendrai jusqu'à demain
    {x5}



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    Old Man Emu
    Composer(s): John Williamson
    Performer(s): John Williamson; The Wiggles



    Let me tell you of an interview with an Old Man Emu
    He's got a beak and feathers and things
    But the poor old fella ain't got no wings
    Aren't you jealous of the wedge-tail eagle?
    Oom-ba-da-liddle-da-da-da
    "While the eagle's flying round and round
    I keep my two feet firmly on the ground
    Now, I can't fly, but I'm telling you
    I can run the pants of a kangaroo"
    Ba-da-da-da-doo-do-doo-doo-da-doo-da-doo-doo
    He can't fly, but I'm telling you
    He can run the pants of a kangaroo

    Well he was the model for the fifty cents
    Oom-ba-da-liddle-da-da-da
    The designer should have had more sense
    Oom-ba-da-liddle-da-da-da
    "If you take a look, it'll prove to you
    I ran the pants off that kangaroo"
    Ba-da-doo-doo-da-doo-doo-doo, doo-da-doo-da-doo-doo
    Take a look it'll prove to you
    He ran the pants off the kangaroo

    You can't loop the loop like a cockatoo
    Oom-ba-da-liddle-da-da-da
    Swoop and toss like an albatross
    Oom-ba-da-liddle-da-da-da
    "You silly galah, I'm better by far
    Than a white cockatoo or a budgerigar
    They squeak and squawk and try to talk
    Why me and them's like cheese and chalk"
    Ba-da-doo-doo-da-doo-doo-doo, doo-da-doo-da-doo-doo
    He can't fly but I'm telling you
    He can run the pants off a kangaroo

    Well the last time I saw Old Man Emu
    Oom-ba-da-liddle-da-da-da
    He was chasing a female he knew
    Oom-ba-da-liddle-da-da-da
    As he shot past I heard him say
    "She can't fly, but I'm telling you
    She could run the pants off a kangaroo"
    Ba-da-doo-doo-da-doo-doo-doo, doo-da-doo-da-doo-doo
    She can't fly but I'm telling you
    She could run the pants of a kangaroo

    Well there is a moral to this ditty
    Oom-ba-da-liddle-da-da-da
    Thrush can sing but he ain't pretty
    Oom-ba-da-liddle-da-da-da
    Duck can swim, but he can't sing
    Nor can the eagle on the wing
    Emu can't fly, but I'm telling you
    He can run the pants off a kangaroo

    Well the kookaburra laughed and said "It's true"
    Oom-ba-da-liddle-da-da-da
    "Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-hoo
    He can run the pants off a kangaroo
    Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha, ha-ha-ha-ha-ha"




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    29-09-1969
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    Matilda, Matilda
    Performer(s): Robert Mitchum



    Matilda Matilda

    Matilda, she take me money and run Venezuela
    Five hundred dollars was the cost
    It was to buy a cart and horse
    Matilda, she take me money and run Venezuela

    Everybody - Matilda Matilda
    Matilda, she take me money and run Venezuela
    Once again now – Matilda Matilda
    Matilda, she take me money and run Venezuela

    Well, the money was just inside me bed
    Stuck in the pillow beneath me head
    Don’t you know that
    Matilda, she take me money and run Venezuela

    Everybody - Matilda Matilda
    Matilda, she take me money and run Venezuela
    From the corner - Matilda Matilda
    Matilda, she take me money and run Venezuela

    Well, me friends I’m never gonna love again
    All the money gone in vain
    Matilda, she grabbed me money and run Venezuela
    She’s a grabber!

    Matilda Matilda,
    Matilda, she take me money and run Venezuela

    Once again now
    Matilda Matilda
    Matilda, she take me money and run Venezuela
    For the last time
    Matilda Matilda, she take me money and run Venezuela



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    Old Man
    Composer(s): Neil Young
    Performer(s): Neil Young



    Old man look at my life
    I'm a lot like you were
    Old man look at my life
    I'm a lot like you were

    Old man look at my life
    Twenty four and there's so much more
    Live alone in a paradise
    That makes me think of two

    Love lost, such a cost
    Give me things that don't get lost
    Like a coin that won't get tossed
    Rolling home to you

    Old man take a look at my life I'm a lot like you
    I need someone to love me the whole day through
    Ah, one look in my eyes and you can tell that's true

    Lullabies, look in your eyes
    Run around the same old town
    Doesn't mean that much to me
    To mean that much to you

    I've been first and last
    Look at how the time goes past
    But I'm all alone at last
    Rolling home to you

    Old man take a look at my life I'm a lot like you
    I need someone to love me the whole day through
    Ah, one look in my eyes and you can tell that's true

    Old man look at my life
    I'm a lot like you were
    Old man look at my life
    I'm a lot like you were




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    Matilda Mother
    Composer(s): Syd Barrett
    Originally performed by: Pink Floyd
    Covered by various other artists



    There was a king who ruled the land
    His majesty was in command
    With silver eyes the scarlet eagle
    Showers silver on the people
    Oh Mother, tell me more
    Why'd'ya have to leave me there
    Hanging in my infant air
    Waiting?
    You only have to read the lines
    They're scribbly black and everything shines
    Across the stream with wooden shoes
    With bells to tell the king the news
    A thousand misty riders climb up
    Higher once upon a time
    Wandering and dreaming
    The words have different meaning
    Yes they did
    For all the time spent in that room
    The doll's house, darkness, old perfume
    And fairy sories held me high on
    Clouds of sunlight floating by
    Oh Mother, tell me more
    Tell me more
    Aaaaaaaah
    Aaaaaaaah
    Aaaaaaaah



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    Old King Cole
    (Traditional)



    Now Old King Cole was a merry old soul and a merry old soul was he
    He called for is pipe in the middle of the night
    and he called for his Gunners three

    Beer Beer Beer said the Gunners
    Merry merry men are we
    There's none so fair as can compare with the Royal Artillery

    Now Old King Cole was a merry old soul and a merry old soul was he
    He called for is pipe in the middle of the night
    and he called for his Bombardiers three

    Bubble Line Level Line Bubble said the Bombardier
    Beer Beer Beer said the Gunners
    Merry merry men are we
    There's none so fair as can compare with the Royal Artillery

    Now Old King Cole was a merry old soul and a merry old soul was he
    He called for is pipe in the middle of the night
    and he called for his Sergeants three

    Move to the right in Threes said the Sergeant
    Bubble Line Level Line Bubble said the Bombardier
    Beer Beer Beer said the Gunners
    Merry merry men are we
    There's none so fair as can compare with the Royal Artillery

    Now Old King Cole was a merry old soul and a merry old soul was he
    He called for is pipe in the middle of the night
    and he called for his Sar-Majors three

    Charge that man said the Sergeant Major
    Move to the right in Threes said the Sergeant
    Bubble Line Level Line Bubble said the Bombardier
    Beer Beer Beer said the Gunners
    Merry merry men are we
    There's none so fair as can compare with the Royal Artillery

    Now Old King Cole was a merry old soul and a merry old soul was he
    He called for is pipe in the middle of the night
    and he called for his Subalterns three

    I do all the work said the Subaltern
    Charge that man said the Sergeant Major
    Move to the right in Threes said the Sergeant
    Bubble Line Level Line Bubble said the Bombardier
    Beer Beer Beer said the Gunners
    Merry merry men are we
    There's none so fair as can compare with the Royal Artillery

    Now Old King Cole was a merry old soul and a merry old soul was he
    He called for is pipe in the middle of the night
    and he called for his Captains three

    When do I get my leave said the Captain
    I do all the work said the Subaltern
    Charge that man said the Sergeant Major
    Move to the right in Threes said the Sergeant
    Bubble Line Level Line Bubble said the Bombardier
    Beer Beer Beer said the Gunners
    Merry merry men are we
    There's none so fair as can compare with the Royal Artillery

    Now Old King Cole was a merry old soul and a merry old soul was he
    He called for is pipe in the middle of the night
    and he called for his Majors three

    Where have you put my Guns said the Major?
    When do I get my leave said the Captain
    I do all the work said the Subaltern
    Charge that man said the Sergeant Major
    Move to the right in Threes said the Sergeant
    Bubble Line Level Line Bubble said the Bombardier
    Beer Beer Beer said the Gunners
    Merry merry men are we
    There's none so fair as can compare with the Royal Artillery

    Now Old King Cole was a merry old soul and a merry old soul was he
    He called for is pipe in the middle of the night
    and he called for his Colonels three

    Blah, Blah, Blah said the Colonel
    Where have you put my Guns said the Major?
    When do I get my leave said the Captain
    I do all the work said the Subaltern
    Charge that man said the Sergeant Major
    Move to the right in Threes said the Sergeant
    Bubble Line Level Line Bubble said the Bombardier
    Beer Beer Beer said the Gunners
    Merry merry men are we
    There's none so fair as can compare with the Royal Artillery

    Now Old King Cole was a merry old soul and a merry old soul was he
    He called for is pipe in the middle of the night
    and he called for his Padres three

    God save our gracious Queen said the Padre
    Blah, Blah, Blah said the Colonel
    Where have you put my Guns said the Major?
    When do I get my leave said the Captain
    I do all the work said the Subaltern
    Charge that man said the Sergeant Major
    Move to the right in Threes said the Sergeant
    Bubble Line Level Line Bubble said the Bombardier
    Beer Beer Beer said the Gunners
    Merry merry men are we
    There's none so fair as can compare with the Royal Artillery

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    As performed by Harry Belafonte:



    Old King Cole was a merry old soul
    And a merry old soul was he
    Called for his pipe
    And he called for his bowl
    And he called for his privates three

    "Beer, beer, beer", said the privates
    Merry men are we
    There's none so fair as can compare
    With the Fighting Infantry

    Old King Cole was a merry old soul
    And a merry old soul was he
    Called for his pipe
    And he called for his bowl
    And he called for his corporals three

    Hup two said the corporals
    Beer, beer, beer said the privates
    Merry men are we
    There's none so fair as can compare
    With the Fighting Infantry

    Old King Cole was a merry old soul
    And a merry old soul was he
    Called for his pipe
    And he called for his bowl
    And he called for his sergeants three

    Yeahhhhh, said the sergeants
    Hup two said the corporals
    Beer, beer, beer said the privates
    Merry men are we
    There's none so fair as can compare
    With the Fighting Infantry

    Old King Cole was a merry old soul
    And a merry old soul was he
    Called for his pipe
    And he called for his bowl

    And he called for his shavetails three

    We do all the work said the shavetails
    Yeahhhh, said the sergeants
    March you dump watch said the corporals
    Beer, beer, beer said the privates
    Merry men are we
    There's none so fair as can compare
    With the Fighting Infantry

    Old King Cole was a merry old soul
    And a merry old soul was he
    Called for his pipe
    And he called for his bowl
    And he called for his captains three

    Oh don't be late for the dance said the captains
    We do all the work, said the shavetails
    Yeahhhhh said the sergeants
    March to the guardhouse said the corporals
    Beer, beer, beer said the privates
    Merry men are we
    There's none so fair as can compare
    With the Fighting Infantry

    Old King Cole was a merry old soul
    And a merry old soul was he
    Called for his pipe
    And he called for his bowl
    And he called for his chaplains three

    Oh what a bloody mess, amen amen hallelujah
    Oh don't be late for the dance, said the captains
    We do all the work, said the shavetails
    Yeahhhh said the sergeants
    Put it in a bucket said the corporals
    Beer, beer, beer said the privates
    Merry men are we
    There's none so fair as can compare
    With the Fighting Infantry

    Old King Cole was a merry old soul
    And a merry old soul was he
    Called for his pipe
    And he called for his bowl
    And he called for his colonels three

    Oh what a lovely war, said the colonels
    Oh what a bloody mess, amen, amen hallelujah
    Oh don't be late for the dance said the captains
    We do al the work said the shavetails
    Yeahhhhh said the sergeants
    March to the end said the corporals
    Beer, beer, beer said the privates
    Merry men are we
    There's none so fair as can compare
    With the Fighting Infantry

    Old King Cole was a merry old soul
    And a merry old soul was he
    Called for his pipe
    And he called for his bowl
    And he called for his generals three

    Thuh, thuh, Oh come on fellahs, give a fellah break,
    Uh what's my next command said the generals
    Oh what a lovely war said the colonels
    Oh what a bloody mess, amen,
    Oh what a bloody mess said the captains
    Oh what a bloody mess, said the shavetails
    Oh what a bloody mess, said the sergeants
    Oh what a bloody mess said the sergeants
    Beer, beer, beer said the privates
    Merry men are we
    There's none so fair as can compare
    With the Fighting Infantry

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