Spanish Ladies (aka "Farewell And Adieu" or "We'll Rant And We'll Roar (Like True Newfoundlanders)")
(Traditional)



Farewell and adieu to you fair Spanish ladies
Farewell and adieu to you ladies of Spain
For we've received orders to sail to New Bedford
And perhaps we shall never more see you again

We'll rant and we'll roar like true Yankee sailors
We'll rant and we'll rave across the salt sea
Till we strike soundings in the harbor of New Bedford
Nantucket to home is just a few leagues

We hove our ship to with the wind at the sou'west boys
We hove our ship to for to take soundings clear
In fifty five fathoms with a fine sandy bottom
We filled main tops'l up channel did steer

We'll rant and we'll roar like true Yankee sailors
We'll rant and we'll rave across the salt sea
Till we strike soundings in the harbor of New Bedford
Great Point to home is just a few leagues

The first land we made was a place called Nantucket
Martha's Vinyard, Woods Hole then down Buzzards Bay
We sailed then by Marion, Mattapoisett, and Fairhaven
Then bore straight away for New Bedford, hooray

We'll rant and we'll roar like true Yankee sailors
We'll rant and we'll rave across the salt sea
Till we strike soundings in the harbor of New Bedford
The Vinyard to home is just a few leagues

Now the Captain called out for our grand ship to anchor
We clewed up our tops'ls stuck out tacks and sheets
We stood by our stoppers, we brailed in our spankers
And anchored ahead of the noblest of fleets

We'll rant and we'll roar like true Yankee sailors
We'll rant and we'll rave across the salt sea
Till we strike soundings in the harbor of New Bedford
Woods Hole to home is just a few leagues

Let every man here drink up his full bumper
Let every man here drink up his full bowl
And let us be jolly and drown melancholy
And drink a health to each jovial and true hearted soul

We'll rant and we'll roar like true Yankee sailors
We'll rant and we'll rave across the salt sea
Till we strike soundings in the harbor of New Bedford
West Island to home is just a few leagues

Hearts Of Stone
Composer(s): Eddy Ray; Rudy Jackson
Performer(s): The Fontane Sisters;
and various other artists



Hearts made of stone 
Will never break 
For the love you have for them 
They just won't take 
You can ask them please 
Please please please break 
And all of your love 
Is there to take 

Yes, hearts of stone 
Will cause you pain 
Although you love them 
They'll stop you just the same 
You can ask them please 
Please please please break 
And all of your love 
Is there to take 

But they'll say no no no no no no no no no no no no no 
Everybody knows 
I thought you knew 
Hearts made of stone 

Yes, hearts of stone 
Will cause you pain 
Although you love them 
They'll stop you just the same 
You can ask them please 
Please please please break 
And all of your love 
Is there to take 

But they'll say no no no no no no no no no no no no no 
Everybody knows 
I thought you knew 
Hearts made of stone

Harry Pollitt
Composer(s): Ben Bruce
Performer(s): The Limeliters



This one is the story of Harry Pollitt 
Harry Pollit was at one time a very influential member 
of the Communist Party in England 
until he was finally thrown out 
and when they threw him out, they wrote a song about him as if he were dead 
And it goes like this

Harry Pollit was a worker; one of Lenin's lads
He was foully murdered by those counter revolutionary cads
Counter revolutionary cads, counter revolutionary cads
He was foully murdered by those counter revolutionary cads!

Old Harry went to heaven, he reached the gates with ease
Said, "May I speak with Comrade God; I am Harry Pollitt please
I'm Harry Pollitt please, I'm Harry Pollitt please
May I speak with Comrade God, I am Harry Pollitt please"

"Who are you' said Saint Peter, "Are you humble and contrite?"
"I'm a friend of Lady Astors" 
"Well, OK, that's quite alright
OK, that's quite alright, well OK, that's quite alright
You're a friend of Lady Astor, well OK that's quite alright"

They put him in the choir, but the hymns he did not like
So he organized the angels and he led them out on strike
Led them out on strike, Led them out on strike
He organized the angels and he led them out on strike!

One day when God was walking around heaven to medidate
Who should he see but Harry chalkin' slogans on the gate?
Chalkin' slogans on the gate, slogans on the gate
Who should he see but Harry chalkin' slogans on the gate?

Well, they brought him up for trial before the Holy Ghost
For spreadin' disaffection amongst the heavenly hosts
Amongst the heavenly hosts, amongst the heavenly hosts
For spreadin' disaffection amongst the heavenly hosts

Well, the verdict it was guilty, Harry said "Ah, well'
He tucked his nightie 'round his knees and he drifted down to hell
Yes, he drifted down to hell, he drifted down to hell
He tucked his nightie 'round his knees and he drifted down to hell

Now seven long years have passed, Harry's doing swell
He's just been made the first people's commissar for Soviet hell
Commissar of soviet hell, commissar of Soviet hell
He's just been made the first people's commissar of Soviet hell!

Well the moral of this story is easy for to tell
If you want to be a Bolshevik, you'll have to go to hell
If you want to be a Bolshevik, you'll have to go to hell 
Yes, you'll have to go to hell
If you want to be a Bolshevik 
You'll have to go to hell!

On My Own
Composer(s): Tom-Steinar Hanssen - Ole Henrik Antonsen - Ole Jørgen Olsen
First performance by: Haldor Lægreid - 2001



In tender years, the path seemed longer then it ever really was
How could I know?
I realised, as time went by, I had to try, the world outside was mine
You let me go
 
So I left and tried to find my way to paradise
The winding road that lead me there was life
 
I'm on my own again
Left all alone, where I belong
I'm on my own again
Left all alone
 
And now I've seen it all, I wouldn't change a day – when curtains fall
I do my show
 
So at last I know I've found my one true paradise
The winding road that lead me there was life
 
I'm on my own again
Left all alone, where I belong
I'm on my own again
I'm on my own, on my own
 
(I'm on my own again)
(Left all alone, where I belong)
(I'm on my own again) On my own
(Left all alone) On my own, on my own again

Hearts Of Stone
Composer(s): Bruce Springsteen
Performer(s): Bruce Springsteen



You stare in the mirror at the lines in your face
And you try to see, girl
The way things were when we were at your place
In the days it was just you and me, girl
And you cry because things ain't like before
Well don't you know they can't be that way anymore
But don't worry baby

Chorus

I can't talk now, I'm not alone
So put your ear close to the phone
'Cause this is the last dance
This is the last chance for hearts of stone

If there was something, baby, that I could do
Something that would last, honey, I would
But we all know, girl, especially you do
How you can't return to your past, no
So girl close your eyes and I'll be there
Hold me once more and we can go anywhere
Ah, we could

Chorus

And you cry because things ain't like before
Well don't you know they can't be like that anymore
Well I know it, baby

Harry Hippie
Composer(s): Jim Ford
Performer(s): Bobby Womack;
and various other artists



Everybody claims that they want the best things
outta life, (ha) but not everyone, not everyone
wanna got through the toils and strifes

Like this particular fella, walks around
all day long singin' this song
sha na lah dah dah lah dah dah dah dah

Harry Hippie, lies asleep in the shade
life don't bug him cause he
thinks he's got it made
He never worry about nothin' in particular
Oooh he might even sell free press on Sunset

I'd like to help a man when he's down
but I can't help him much
when he's sleepin' on the ground

He's like a bottle in water
Harry just floats through life
Walks around all day long singin' this song
Whoa, whoa, whoa, ohhh yeah

Mary Hippie, she's Harry's lady
Panhandles money just to feed Harry's baby
She can lie down a story so incredible
Man, you wanna help her take the food
home and put it on the table

I'd like to help a man when he's down
but I can't help ya Harry
if you wanna sleep on the ground
Sorry Harry, you're too much weight
to carry around

But he still walks around all day singin' this song
Sha dah dah dah sha nah nah nah nah nah
nah sha lah lah lah lah dah dah dah

Street child, street child, tell me where
will you be goin'
when old man winter gets his horn
and starts blowin'
Will you hang around LA
or hitch a ride on a freeway
Meet an old familiar face in a new place

I'd like to help a man when he's down
But how can I help him
if he's somewhere outta town
Sorry Harry, think I'm gonna put you down
Sha dah dah dah sha dah dah dah dah
sha lah lah lah lah dah dah dah
Everybody help me sing this song, oh yeah

Spanish Harlem Incident
Composer(s): Bob Dylan
First release by: Bob Dylan - 1964
Covered by multiple other artists



Gypsy gal the hands of Harlem
Cannot hold you to its heat
Your temperature's too hot for taming
Your flaming feet are burnin' up the street

I am homeless come and take me
Into the reach of your rattling drums
I gotta know babe all about my fortune
Down along my restless path

Gypsy gal you got me swallowed
I have fallen far beneath
Your pearly eyes so fast and slashin'
And your flashing diamond teeth

The night is pitch black come and make my
Pale face fit into place ah, please
I gotta know babe I'm nearly drowning
If it's you my lifelines trace

I been wonderin' all about me
Ever since I seen you there
On the cliffs of your wildcat charms I'm riding
I know I'm 'round you but I don't know where

You have slayed me you have made me
I got to laugh halfways off my heels
I got to know babe when you surround me
So I can know if I'm really real

Hearts Of Fire
Composer(s): Russ Ballard
Performer(s): Roger Daltrey



It was the summer of sixty-four
We ran the streets on to the shore

And in every game we played we knew we had it made
Like no other time before
I was just a man
You were still a child

Two hearts that were running wild

There was no need to pretend
You became more than a friend

They were days without an end

We laughed where we played
We made love where we laid

In the light again we'd run
When the night called the tune
We'd shoot at the moon

And laugh at what we'd done

We were hearts of fire

Do you remember it my friend

We didn't think that it would end
Together then we ran
This boy became a man
They burn on those hearts of fire

They burn on those hearts of fire

Hearts of fire!

And by seventy-two I was running free
It was just the way I wanted to be

I thought I'd left our love for dead
But my heart it ruled my head

And I fell in love instead!

We fought where we played
we made love where we laid

Just like the time before
And if the battle should start to tear us apart

We won't go to war no more

We were hearts of fire

Do you remember it my friend

We didn't think that it would end
Toghether then we ran
Turn a boy into a man
They burn on those hearts of fire

They burn on those hearts of fire

They burn on those hearts of fire
Hearts of fire!

We were hearts of fire

Harrigan
Composer(s): George M. Cohan
Performer(s): Billy Murray;
and various other artists



Who is the man who will spend or will even lend? 
Harrigan, that's me! 
Who is your friend when you find that you need a friend? 
Harrigan, that's me!
For I'm just as proud of my name, you see 
As an Emperor, Czar or a King could be 
Who is the man helps a man ev'ry time he can? 
Harrigan, that's me!
 
H--A--double R--I--G--A--N spells Harrigan 
Proud of all the Irish blood that's in me 
Divil' a man can say a word agin' me 
H--A--double R--I--G--A--N you see 
Is a name that a shame never has been connected with 
Harrigan, that's me!
 
Who is the man never stood for a gadabout? 
Harrigan, that's me! 
Who is the man that the town's simply mad about? 
Harrigan that's me! 
They ladies and babies are fond of me 
I'm fond of them, too, in return, you see 
Who is the gent that's deserving a monument? 
Harrigan, that's me!
 
H--A--double R--I--G--A--N spells Har-ri-gan 
Proud of all the Irish blood that's in me 
Di-vil' a man can say a word agin' me 
H--A--double R--I--G--A--N you see 
Is a name that a shame never has been connected with 
Harrigan, that's me!

Angel
Composer(s): Einar Bárðarson, Magnús Þór Sigmundsson
First performance by: Two Tricky - 2001



(Ooh ooh... nananana...)
Came flyin' into my life like a shooting star, so open hearted
Then I was just a joker, but you – the Queen of Hearts, and so we parted
But now I feel you closin' in
You pick me up and take me there, oh...
 
Angel – show me a sign
Come shoot me with your arrow right through this heart of mine
Angel – show me the way
I'll walk the straight and narrow, so hit me when I say:
Oh Angel – fly me away, yeah
 
(Ooh ooh... nananana...)
 
If love can be forever, minute or a day, it's no illusion
I know I'm gonna find you somwhere in the clouds of my confusion
But now I see you closin' in
You pick me up and take me there, oh...
 
Angel – show me a sign
Come shoot me with your arrow right through this heart of mine
Angel – show me the way
I'll walk the straight and narrow, so hit me when I say:
Oh Angel – fly me away, yeah
 
(Ooh ooh... nananana...)
 
But now I see you closin' in
You pick me up and take me there, oh...
 
Angel – show me a sign
Come shoot me with your arrow right through this heart of mine
Angel – show me the way
I'll walk the straight and narrow, so hit me when I say:
Angel (Oh... show my the way)
 
Oh Angel – show me the way
I'll walk the straight and narrow, so hit me when I say:
Oh Angel – fly me away, oh...

Heartlight 
Composer(s): Burt Bacharach; Neil Diamond; Carole Bayer Sager
Performer(s): Neil Diamond;
and various other artists



Come back again
I want you to stay next time
'Cause sometimes the world ain't kind
When people get lost like you and me
I just made a friend
A friend is someone you need
But now that he had to go away
I still feel the words that he might say

Turn on your heartlight
Let it shine wherever you go
Let it make a happy glow
For all the world to see

Turn on your heartlight
In the middle of a young boy's dream
Don't wake me up too soon
Gonna take a ride across the moon
You and me

He's lookin' for home
'Cause everyone needs a place
And home's the most excellent place of all
And I'll be right here if you should call me

Turn on your heartlight
Let it shine wherever you go
Let it make a happy glow
For all the world to see

Turn on your heartlight
In the middle of a young boy's dream
Don't wake me up too soon
Gonna take a ride across the moon
You and me

Turn on you heartlight now
Turn on you heartlight now

Harpo's Blues
Composer(s): Phoebe Snow
Performer(s): Phoebe Snow; Laura Martier



I wish I was a willow
And I could sway to the music in the wind
And I wish I was a lover
I wouldn't need my costumes and pretend
I wish I was a mountain
I'd pass boldly thru the clouds and never end
I wish I was a soft refrain
When the lights were out I'd play
and be your friend
I strut and fret my hour upon the stage
The hour is up
I have to run and hide my rage
I'm lost again
I think I'm really scared
I won't be back at all this time
And have my deepest secrets shared

I'd like to be a willow
A lover, a mountain or a soft refrain
But I'd hate to be a grown-up
And have to try to bear my life in pain

I wish I was a soft refrain
When the lights were out I'd play
and be your friend
I strut and fret my hour upon the stage
The hour is up
I have to run and hide my rage
I'm lost again
I think I'm really scared
I won't be back at all this time
And have my deepest secrets shared

I'd like to be a willow
A lover, a mountain or a soft refrain
But I'd hate to be a grown-up
And have to try to bear my life in pain

Spanish Harlem
Composer(s): Jerry Leiber - Phil Spector
First release by: Ben E. King - 1961
Covered by multiple other artists

Versions In Other Languages:
1961 - Nuits D'espagne (Dalida)
1961 - Der Joe Hat Mir Das Herz Gestohlen (Dalida)
1961 - Harlem Spagnolo (Dalida)
1961 - Aquella Rosa (Dalida)
1964 - Das Ist Die Frage Aller Fragen (Cliff Richard)



There is a rose in Spanish Harlem
A red rose up in Spanish Harlem
It is a special one, it's never seen the sun
It only comes out when the moon is on the run
And all the stars are gleaming
It's growing in the street right up through the concrete
But soft and sweet and dreaming

There is a rose in Spanish Harlem
A red rose up in Spanish Harlem
With eyes as black as coal that look down in my soul
And starts a fire there and then I lose control
I have to beg your pardon
I'm going to pick that rose and watch her as she grows in my garden

I'm going to pick that rose and watch her as she grows in my garden

(There is a rose in Spanish Harlem)
La-la-la, la-la-la, la-la-la-la
(There is a rose in Spanish Harlem)
La-la-la, la-la-la, la-la-la-la
(There is a rose in Spanish Harlem)

Heartbreaker
Composer(s): Morty Berk; Frank Capano; Max C. Freedman
Performer(s): The Andrews Sisters;
and various other artists



Heartbreaker, the cutest Gal in town
You heartbreaker, boys follow you around
You think that you are having your fling
Making hearts dance just like puppets on a string
You heartbreaker 
You'll be the lonely one when all your fun is through
So be careful what you do when you break a heart in two
For that heart may belong to you

Harper Valley P.T.A.
Composer(s): Tom T. Hall
Performer(s): Jeannie C. Riley



I want to tell you all a story 'bout a Harper Valley widowed wife
Who had a teenage daughter who attended Harper Valley Junior High
Well her daughter came home one afternoon and didn't even stop to play
She said, "Mom, I got a note here from the Harper Valley P.T.A."

The note said, "Mrs. Johnson, you're wearing your dresses way too high
It's reported you've been drinking and a-runnin' 'round with men and going wild
And we don't believe you ought to be bringing up your little girl this way"
It was signed by the secretary, Harper Valley P.T.A.

Well, it happened that the P.T.A. was gonna meet that very afternoon
They were sure surprised when Mrs. Johnson wore her mini-skirt into the room
And as she walked up to the blackboard, I still recall the words she had to say
She said, "I'd like to address this meeting of the Harper Valley P.T.A."

Well, there's Bobby Taylor sittin' there and seven times he's asked me for a date
Mrs. Taylor sure seems to use a lot of ice whenever he's away
And Mr. Baker, can you tell us why your secretary had to leave this town?
And shouldn't widow Jones be told to keep her window shades all pulled completely down?

Well, Mr. Harper couldn't be here 'cause he stayed too long at Kelly's Bar again
And if you smell Shirley Thompson's breath, you'll find she's had a little nip of gin
Then you have the nerve to tell me you think that as a mother I'm not fit
Well, this is just a little Peyton Place and you're all Harper Valley hypocrites

No I wouldn't put you on because it really did, it happened just this way
The day my Mama socked it to the Harper Valley P.T.A.
The day my Mama socked it to the Harper Valley P.T.A.

Aquella Rosa
((Adapted from: Spanish Harlem (Ben E. King) - 1961))
Composer(s): Jerry Leiber - Phil Spector - Alex
Performer(s): Dalida - 1961

Versions In Other Languages:
1961 - Nuits D'espagne (Dalida)
1961 - Der Joe Hat Mir Das Herz Gestohlen (Dalida)
1961 - Harlem Spagnolo (Dalida)
1964 - Das Ist Die Frage Aller Fragen (Cliff Richard)



La la la la la la la la la... 

Cuando recuerdo aquélla rosa
Aquélla rosa qué me dice

Pienso de nuevo en ti
Ysoy feliz así
Tu frente, tus manos, tu boca, tus ojos
Y de volver a verlo

Enseñaré la flor
Q ué ya guardé las hojas de un libro azul
Del hombre

Cuando recuerdo aquélla rosa
Aquélla rosa qué me dice

Siento tu corazón
Que vive de ilusión
Cantando, riendo, bailando, sueñando, pienso de volver
Averte

Yo siempre guardaré 
Nuestra rosa de amor
Viene quizà

La la la la la la...

Cuando recuerdo aquélla rosa
Aquella rosa qué me dice

Pienso de nuevo en ti
Ysoy feliz así
Tu frente, tus manos, tu boca, tus ojos y de volver
Averlo

Entregaré la flor
Qué muere las hojas de un libro azul de
Un hombre

La la la la la la la la la...

Heartbreaker 
Composer(s): John Bonham; John Paul Jones;
Jimmy Page; Robert Plant
Performer(s): Led Zeppelin



Hey fellows, have you heard the news
You know that Annie's back in town
It won't take long just watch an' see
How the fellows lay their money down
Her style is new but the face the same
As it was so long ago
But from her eyes, a different smile
Like that of one who knows

Well, it's been ten years and maybe more
Since I first set eyes on you
The best years of my life gone by
Here I am alone and blue
Some people cry and some people die
By the wicked ways of love
But I'll just keep on rolling along
With the grace of the Lord above

People talking all around
'Bout the way you left me flat
I don't care what the people say
I know where their jive is at
One thing I do have on my mind
If you can clarify, please do
It's the way you call me another guy's name
When I try to make love to you, yeah-uh
I try to make love, they know you
Give it to me, give it

Ooh, work so hard I couldn't unwind
Get some money saved
Abuse my love a thousand times
However hard I tried
Heartbreaker, your time has come
Can't take your evil way
Go away, heartbreaker

Heartbreaker
Heartbreaker
Heart

Harold The Frog
Performer(s): Captain Beaky



Harold, a rather lonely frog 
With spotted manly chest
Lived in a wet and squelchy bog 
And always looked depressed 

He couldn't get a froggy date 
Although he'd try each night 
But when he'd squelch behind a girl
She'd just leap off in fright 

A wallflower at the local hop
He'd dance 'til dawn alone 
(two three four) 
Quick quick slow quick 
Plop plop plop 
Then squelch his way back home 

Reflecting in his private pool 
On his unhappy fate, 
He wondered why on earth it was 
He couldn't get a date... 

His friends all knew the reason why 
But friends don't like to tell 
A frog who's got and doesn't know 
A wet and boggy smell 
A frog who's got a wet and boggy smell

Out On My Own
Composer(s): Dirk-Jan Vermeij - André Remkes 
First performance by: Michelle - 2001



Closing the door, leaving behind all that has been
No turn around, life begins out on my own
 
Follow the sun from day to day, free as a bird
Now is the time to spread my wings out on my own
 
Come to the conclusion I am in control
Take it with my body and my soul
 
I can fly over mountains, over seas
I never felt so free in the choices of my life
I can fly over mountains, over seas
I never felt so free in the choices of my life
 
Closing the door, leaving behind all that has been
Now is the time to spread my wings out on my own
 
Come to the conclusion I am in control
Take it with my body and my soul
 
I can fly over mountains, over seas
I never felt so free in the choices of my life
I can fly over mountains, over seas
I never felt so free in the choices of my life
 
Free in the choices of my life
Free in the choices of my life

Heartbreaker
Composer(s): Mark Farner
Performer(s): Grand Funk Railroad



Once I had a little girl, sometimes I think about her
But, buddy, you know she's not really there
When memories do call, I just, I just can't live without her
But tryin' all the time is so hard to bear

Chorus:
Heartbreaker, can't take her
Heartbreaker, bringing me down
Heartbreaker, can't take her
Heartbreaker, bringing me down

I don't cry no more, I live while I'm flying
But I'll think back, and you can hear me say

Chorus

Chorus

Chorus

Half-Chorus