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  • 27-05-1984
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    It’s Anybody’s Spring
    Composer(s): Johnny Burke; James Van Heusen
    Performer(s): Jack Lemmon
    and multiple other artists



    You think that money is everything
    And yet it’s anybody’s Spring
    Go make a fortune, become a king
    And still it’s anybody’s Spring
    And if you flash a bank roll
    Do you suppose the brook would care?
    Or that a rose would say
    “There goes a millionaire!”
    It’s more than diamonds around a ring
    Because it’s anybody’s Spring
    You may be born with the silver spoon
    And yet it’s anybody’s moon
    You couldn’t buy a ticket
    To hear the first robin sing
    It’s free because
    It’s anybody’s Spring

    You couldn’t buy a ticket
    To hear the first robin sing
    It’s free because
    It’s anybody’s Spring



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    Christmas Eve In My Hometown Composer(s): Don Upton - Stan Zabka Performer(s): Kate Smith and multiple other artists



    There's so much to remember
    No wonder I remember
    Christmas Eve in my home town

    'Cause there were carols in the square
    Laughter everywhere,
    Couples kissing under the mistletoe

    I can't help reminiscing
    Knowing I'll be missing
    Christmas Eve in my home town

    Nothing can erase the mem'ries I embrace
    Those familiar footprints upon the snow

    There's so much to remember
    No wonder I remember
    Christmas Eve in my home town

    I'd like to be there
    Trimming the tree there
    And there's a chance that I might

    I can hear singing
    Steeple bells ringing
    Noel and Silent Night

    Wise men journeyed far, guided by a star
    But though I'm not a wise man, this I know

    Through dreams and just pretending
    I'm there and I'll be spen-ding
    Christmas Eve in my home town



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    26-05-1984
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    It’s An Old Southern Custom
    Performer(s): Carroll Gibbons



    It’s an old Southern custom
    When you’re walking down the street
    To bid everyone ‘good morning’
    Don’t you think that’s kind of sweet?
    It’s an old Southern custom
    To politely lift your hat
    When you pass a pretty stranger
    Is there anything wrong in that?

    If a lady meets a gentleman
    As they did in days colonial
    And the lady and the gentleman
    Have intentions matrimonial
    If they must be together
    Every morning, noon and night
    There’s a good old Southern custom
    That makes everything all right



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    Klik hier om een link te hebben waarmee u dit artikel later terug kunt lezen.Christmas Eve (Johnny Mathis)
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    Christmas Eve Composer(s): Allyn Ferguson - Sidney Shaw Performer(s): Johnny Mathis



    Moonlight shining on the mistletoe
    Carols singing in the snow
    Soon will come the finest hour I know
    It's Christmas eve

    Candles lighting windows everywhere
    Season's greetings fill the air
    Santa travelling every thoroughfare
    It's Christmas eve

    There's a legend that some wise men say is true
    Fall in love on Christmas eve and love lasts your whole life through
    Winter evening of the holy birth
    Night time full of joy and mirth
    Goodwill to all and peace on earth
    It's Christmas eve

    Goodwill to all and peace on earth
    It's Christmas eve



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    25-05-1984
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    It's Always You
    Composer(s): Jimmy Van Heusen; Johnny Burke
    First recording/First release by: Bing Crosby - 1940/1941
    Covered by multiple other artists



    Whenever it's early twilight
    I watch till a star breaks through
    Funny it's not a star I see, it's always you

    Whenever I roam through roses
    And lately I often do
    Funny it's not a rose I touch, it's always you

    If a breeze caresses me, it's really you strolling by
    If I hear a melody, it's merely the way you sigh

    Wherever you are, you're near me
    You dare me to be untrue
    Funny, each time I fall in love, it's always you



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    Christmas Eve Composer(s): Maria Christensen - Curt Frasca Performer(s): Celine Dion; Keres Katia



    Snow falling gently to the ground
    'Tis the night before
    And in my heart there is no doubt
    That this is gonna be
    The brightest holiday
    'Cause here you are with me
    Baby, baby, I can't wait
    To spend this special time of year with someone who
    Makes me feel the special way that you do
    Walkin' with you in a winter's snow
    Kissin' underneath the mistletoe
    People smiling everywhere we go
    It's Christmas Eve and they can see we're in love
    Ooh, you make the season bright
    With the lights reflected in your eyes
    All my dreams are comin' true tonight
    It's Christmas Eve and I can see we're in love
    We'll stay up late tonight
    Decorate the tree
    Just look into my eyes
    And I will tell you truthfully
    That I don't need no Santa Claus
    To hear my Christmas wish
    I got you in my arms
    And what could be a better gift



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    24-05-1984
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    It's Always 4 A.M.
    Composer(s): Sammy Cahn; Ron Anthony
    Performer(s): Shirley Bassey
    and multiple other artists



    The world is cold, the night is still
    The dream is old, and so's a thrill
    Some cool DJ, begins to play, a Wes Montgomerys score
    When you're all alone
    It's always four a.m.
    It had to last, it would go on
    But once it's passed, it's passed and gone
    You just pretend, it didn't end
    But make believe the blower
    When you're all alone
    It's always four a.m.

    Your thoughts take wings, but nothing brings
    That needed bit of slumber
    The phone then rings, your pour heart sings
    You left the phone, wrong number
    The sun is bright, the sky's a blaze
    But still it's night, there are no days
    And worst of all, right down the hall
    There's laughter through the door
    When you're all alone
    It's always four a.m.

    Your thoughts take wings, but nothing brings
    That needed bit of slumber
    The phone then rings, your pour heart sings
    You left the phone, wrong number
    The sun is bright, the sky's a blaze
    But still it's night, there are no days
    And worst of all, right down the hall
    There's laughter through the door
    When you're all alone
    It's always four a.m.
    When you're all alone
    It's always four a.m.



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    Christmas Dreaming Composer(s): Irving Gordon - Lester Lee Performer(s): Frank Sinatra and multiple other artists



    I'm doing my Christmas dreaming
    A little early this year
    No sign of snow around
    And yet I go around hearing
    Jingle bells ringing in my ear
    Your promise must be the reason
    The happy season is here
    So I'm doing my Christmas dreaming
    A little early this year



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    23-05-1984
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    It's Alright
    Composer(s): Chris Andrews
    Performer(s): Adam Faith



    Well, If you want me 's alright
    It's alright, it's alright
    Well, If you want me 's alright
    It's alright, it's alright

    Well, if you want me 's alright (It's alright)
    It's alright (It's alright)
    It's alright (It's alright)

    Well, if you want me 's alright (It's alright)
    It's alright (It's alright)
    It's alright (It's alright)

    Call me
    Any time that you want me
    Any time that you want me
    And I think that you might

    You know how
    How I love ya, believe me
    How I love ya, believe me
    If you want me 's alright

    You want me 's alright (It's alright)
    It's alright (It's alright)
    It's alright (It's alright)

    Well, if you want me 's alright (It's alright)
    It's alright (It's alright)
    It's alright (It's alright)

    You want me 's alright (It's alright)
    It's alright (It's alright)
    It's alright (It's alright)

    Well, if you want me 's alright (It's alright)
    It's alright (It's alright)
    It's alright (It's alright)

    Give me
    All the love that you got, dear
    All the love that you got, dear
    Come and hold me real tight

    I really
    Really love you a lot, dear
    Really love you, so what dear
    If you want me 's alright

    You want me 's alright (It's alright)
    It's alright (It's alright)
    It's alright (It's alright)

    Well, if you want me 's alright (It's alright)
    It's alright (It's alright)
    It's alright (It's alright)

    Well, if you want me 's alright (It's alright)
    It's alright (It's alright)
    It's alright (It's alright)

    Well, if you want me 's alright (It's alright)
    It's alright (It's alright)
    It's alright...



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    Christmas Dream Composer(s): Andrew Lloyd Weber - Tim Rice - André Heller Performer(s): Perry Como & The London Boy Singers; Simon Fisk; Maynard Williams



    Watch me now, here I go!
    All I need's a little snow
    Starts me off, sets the theme, helps me dream my Christmas dream
    Ev'ry year I dream it, hoping things will change
    An end to the crying, the shouting, the dying
    And I hope you will dream it too
    It's Christmas, remember?
    We've got to remember

    So light the light
    I'm home tonight.
    I need you to warm me, to calm me, to love me
    To help me to dream my Christmas dream

    Crazy things said and done, ev'ry single day but one
    Ev'ry night should, I believe, be the same as Christmas Eve
    Nights should all be silent, days should all slow down
    An end to the hurry, the noise and the worry
    And I hope you believe that too
    It's Christmas, remember?
    Does no one remember?

    The whole world needs a Christmas dream
    We need it to warm us, to calm us, to love us
    To help us to dream our Christmas dream

    (Lüge dirigiert die Welt, Ehrlichkeit bringt selten Geld
    Jeder möcht' Sieger sein, wer verliert bleibt ganz allein
    Doch manch Will' ist möglich durch die Fantasie
    Du stirbst um zu leben und nimmst um zu geben)
    Einmal im Jahr wird alles wahr
    Zu Weihnacht vergiss nicht
    Vergiss es gewiss nicht

    The whole world needs a Christmas dream
    We need it to warm us, to calm us, to love us
    We need it to warm us, to calm us, to love us
    We need it to warm us, to calm us, to love us
    To help us to dream our Christmas dream



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    22-05-1984
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    It's All Right
    Composer(s): Curtis Mayfield
    First release by: The Impressions - 1963
    Covered by multiple other artists



    They say it's alright, they say it's alright
    it's alright, have a good time,
    cause it's alright, wo, it's alright

    Now were gonna move real slow, when the lights are low
    when you move it slow, it feels like mo'
    cause it's alright, wo, it's alright

    Now listen to the beat, and kinda tap your feet
    you've got soul, everybody knows
    that it's alright, wo, it's alright

    When you wake up early in the morning
    feeling sad like so many of us do
    hum along a song, forget what's gone wrong
    and surely something's gotta come to you

    And you gotta say it's alright, you say it's alright, yea
    it's alright, have a good time
    cause it's alright, wo, it's alright

    Everybody clap your hands, now give yourself a chance
    you've got soul, everybody knows
    that it's alright, wo, it's alright

    Someday I'll find me a woman
    who will love me and treat me real nice
    when my loves gotta go, my love will hold
    from morning, noon, and in the night

    And she gonna say that it's alright, she'll say it's alright
    it's alright, have a good time
    cause it's alright, wo, it's alright

    Everybody clap your hands, now give yourself a chance
    you've got soul, everybody knows
    that it's alright, wo, it's alright

    You've got soul, everybody knows
    that it's alright, wo, it's alright



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    Christmas Dinner, Country Style Composer(s): Ralph Freed - G. Saxon Performer(s): Bing Crosby



    Mother, mother, everybody's starvin'
    Mother, mother, let's eat

    Hold your horses, got a million courses
    And I'm fixin' a treat

    Jeremiah, go and help your mother
    Jay and Jonah, you too
    Ezachiah, go and get your brother
    Then fetch Jamie and Sue

    Mother, mother, everybody's happy
    Got a reason to smile

    `Cause you know that I'm about to servin'
    Christmas dinner country style
    Christmas dinner country style

    Everybody's sittin' by your head
    We'll all say praise and then break bread

    Put your napkin on your lap
    While (?) is sided from the tap

    Oh don't that turkey look divine
    We'll promenade it down the line
    Plenty off duck, well long (?) on white
    So (?) plant it to your right

    Now the sachet (?) hello met country ham
    And double-sachet (?) ham
    Swing to the left, and test that stuffin'
    And swing to the right, a Huckleberry muffin

    Time for your partner to reach across
    And dosey-dose the cranberry sauce

    Have another helpin' (?) one and all
    And you in the roomer (?), swing to the ball
    Pass a little rumsteak, if you please
    And promenade the pretty bag-eyed (?) beast

    When you all say cheese, dosey-dose
    So much's turkey is about to explode
    But you still gotta swing to the pickle twist
    Choose your pie (?)

    Oh dinner was grand, to say the least
    So honour the lady who cooked the beast

    Mother, mother, thank you for the dinner
    All the fixin's were great

    Nothin' to it, mighty glad to do it
    Seeing how much you ate

    Jeremiah, go and get your dinner
    Come on father, let's eat (?)

    I'm too full of turkey and the stuffin'
    I ain't takin' chance
    It's a very, very merry Christmas
    Got a reason to smile

    Mother, mother, everybody loved your
    Christmas dinner country style
    Christmas dinner country style



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    21-05-1984
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    It's Almost Tomorrow
    Composer(s): Gene Adkinson; Wade Buff
    Performer(s): The Dream Weavers
    and multiple other artists



    My dearest, my darling, tomorrow is near
    The sun will bring showers of sadness I fear
    You lips won't be smiling, your eyes will not shine
    For I know tomorrow that your love won't be mine

    It's almost tomorrow, but what can I do
    Your kisses all tell me that your love is untrue
    I'll love you forever till stars cease to shine
    And hope someday darling, that you'll always be mine

    You heart was so warm dear, It now has turned cold
    You no longer love me, for your memories grow old
    It's almost tomorrow, for here comes the sun
    But still I am hoping that tomorrow won't come

    It's almost tomorrow, but what can I do
    Your kisses all tell me that your love is untrue
    I'll love you forever, till stars cease to shine
    And hope someday darling, that you'll always be mine



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    That's Where My Money Goes
    Composer(s): Alfie Zappacosta - Paul Dean - Gerald O'Brian
    Performer(s): Loverboy



    She's so fine, she's so eccentric
    And what she buys, must be authentic
    I paid up, to keep her down
    I go crazy when she's not around, yeah, yeah

    She's got me in the palm of her hand
    But please understand
    No one ever made me feel
    Quite like a man
    She does, oh ya
    You see that little girl of mine
    That's where my money goes
    That's where my money goes

    And I work hard (he works hard) I work overtime
    It's no good, cause I can't save a dime
    When I have it, I got to spend it
    On my baby
    'Cause I'm so dependent... ya... on love...

    My friends tell me I'm out of my mind
    But it's not a crime
    I'II do anything to keep that girl all mine
    Oh ya, all mine
    She's satisfied and it shows
    That's where my money goes
    That's where my money goes

    So take it all baby

    ... Now listen

    My friends tell me I'm out of my mind
    But it's not a crime
    I'll do anything to keep that girl all mine
    Oh ya, I know
    She's satisfied and it shows
    She's satisfied and it shows

    That's where my money goes (That's where his money goes)
    That's where my money goes
    (That's where his money goes)
    That's where my money goes (That's where his money goes)
    That's where my money goes (That's where his money goes)
    I'll tell ya'
    She's satisfied and it shows
    That's where my money goes
    (That's where his money goes)
    That's where my money goes
    (That's where his money goes)
    That's where my money goes (That's where his money goes)
    That's where my money goes
    That's where his money goes
    Bye, bye, money, hello happiness



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    20-05-1984
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    It's All Your Fault
    Composer(s): Lamont Dozier; Brian Holland; Edward Holland Jr.
    Performer(s): The Supremes



    Baby, it's all your fault
    You made me love you
    You made me need you

    Baby, it's all your fault
    I keep tellin' myself
    I need you and no one else

    'Cause your lips
    Has the kiss of fire
    That takes hold to my
    My every desire
    When you take me in your arms
    And hold me close
    My heart tells me
    It's you I need the most

    Ooh baby, ooh baby, ooh my baby

    Sweet words you speak
    Is like a melody
    They go on and on
    Like an old sweet song
    Just echoing
    All through my heart
    Just makes you a part
    A part of me, sweetheart

    Baby, it's all your fault
    You made me love you
    You made me need you

    You've got me in your power
    And there I'll remain
    'Cause in my heart I know
    I don't want to change

    And baby, it's all your fault
    I can't help myself
    Oh no, I can't help myself
    Ooh baby, ooh baby, ooh my baby



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    Christmas Dinner Composer(s): Noel Paul Stookey Performer(s): Peter, Paul and Mary



    And it came to pass on a Christmas evening
    While all the doors were shuttered tight
    Outside standing, lonely boy-child
    Cold and shivering in the night

    On the street, every window
    Save but one, was gleaming bright
    And to this window walked the boy-child
    Peeking in saw, candle light

    Through other windows he had looked at turkeys
    Ducks and geese, cherry pies
    But through this window saw a grey-haired lady
    Table bare and tears in her eyes

    Into his coat reached the boy-child
    Knowing well there was little there
    He took from his pocket, his own Christmas dinner
    A bit of cheese, some bread to share

    His outstretched hands held the food and they trembled
    As the door, it opened wide
    Said he, "Would you share with me Christmas dinner"
    Gently said she, "Come inside"

    The grey-haired lady brought forth to the table
    Glasses two and her last drop of wine
    Said she, "Here's a toast to everyone's Christmas
    and especially, yours and mine"

    And it came to pass on that Christmas evening
    While all the doors were shuttered tight
    That in that town, the happiest Christmas
    Was shared by candle light



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    19-05-1984
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    It's All Up To You
    Performer(s): Jim Capaldi



    Everyday I watched you walkin'; walkin' by my window pane
    From the first time that I saw you baby, I knew I'd never be the same

    I wanna give you my lovin'
    Could you ever love me too?
    But you never seem to notice me, or what I'm goin' through
    It's all up to you

    Everyday I hope you see me, maybe look at me and smile
    But you always seem to look right through me
    I just break down and cry

    I wanna give you my lovin'
    Could you ever love me too?
    But you never seem to notice me, or what I'm goin' through
    It's all up to you

    I wanna give you my lovin'
    Could you ever love me too?
    But you never seem to notice me, or what I'm goin' through
    It's all up to you

    Come on down to my street baby
    and let me make you feel a part of everything I have to offer you
    of everything inside my heart

    I wanna give you my lovin'
    Could you ever love me too?
    But you never seem to notice me, or what I'm goin' through
    It's all up to you

    I would give you the sunlight baby, to keep you warm the days grow cold
    And the love we have together darling
    It will never grow old any more
    Oh baby, it's all up to you



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    Christmas Day In The Workhouse
    Composer(s): George R. Sims
    Performer(s): John Moffatt



    It is Christmas Day in the workhouse
    And the cold, bare walls are bright
    With garlands of green and holly
    Ad the place is a pleasant sight
    For with clean-washed hands and faces
    In a long and hungry line
    The paupers sit at the table
    For this is the hour they dine

    And the guardians and their ladies
    Although the wind is east
    Have come in their furs and wrappers
    To watch their charges feast
    To smile and be condescending
    Put pudding on pauper plates
    To be hosts at the workhouse banquet
    They've paid for — with the rates

    Oh, the paupers are meek and lowly
    With their "Thank'ee kindly, mum's!'"
    So long as they fill their stomachs
    What matter it whence it comes!
    But one of the old men mutters
    And pushes his plate aside
    "Great God!" he cries, "but it chokes me!
    For this is the day she died!"

    The guardians gazed in horror
    The master's face went white
    "Did a pauper refuse the pudding?"
    "Could their ears believe aright?"
    Then the ladies clutched their husbands
    Thinking the man would die
    Struck by a bolt, or something
    By the outraged One on high

    But the pauper sat for a moment
    Then rose 'mid silence grim
    For the others had ceased to chatter
    And trembled in every limb
    He looked at the guardians' ladies
    Then, eyeing their lords, he said
    "I eat not the food of villains
    Whose hands are foul and red

    "Whose victims cry for vengeance
    From their dark, unhallowed graves"
    "He's drunk!" said the workhouse master
    "Or else he's mad and raves"
    "Not drunk or mad," cried the pauper
    "But only a haunted beast
    Who, torn by the hounds and mangled
    Declines the vulture's feast

    "I care not a curse for the guardians
    And I won't be dragged away
    Just let me have the fit out
    It's only on Christmas Day
    That the black past comes to goad me
    And prey on my burning brain
    I'll tell you the rest in a whisper
    I swear I won't shout again

    "Keep your hands off me, curse you!
    Hear me right out to the end
    You come here to see how paupers
    The season of Christmas spend
    You come here to watch us feeding
    As they watched the captured beast
    Here's why a penniless pauper
    Spits on your paltry feast

    "Do you think I will take your bounty
    And let you smile and think
    You're doing a noble action
    With the parish's meat and drink?
    Where is my wife, you traitors
    The poor old wife you slew?
    Yes, by the God above me
    My Nance was killed by you!

    'Last winter my wife lay dying
    Starved in a filthy den
    I had never been to the parish
    I came to the parish then
    I swallowed my pride in coming
    For ere the ruin came
    I held up my head as a trader
    And I bore a spotless name

    "I came to the parish, craving
    Bread for a starving wife
    Bread for the woman who'd loved me
    Through fifty years of life
    And what do you think they told me
    Mocking my awful grief
    That 'the House' was open to us
    But they wouldn't give 'out relief'

    "I slunk to the filthy alley
    'Twas a cold, raw Christmas Eve
    And the bakers' shops were open
    Tempting a man to thieve
    But I clenched my fists together
    Holding my head awry
    So I came to her empty-handed
    And mournfully told her why

    "Then I told her the house was open
    She had heard of the ways of that
    For her bloodless cheeks went crimson
    and up in her rags she sat
    Crying, 'Bide the Christmas here, John
    We've never had one apart
    I think I can bear the hunger
    The other would break my heart'

    "All through that eve I watched her
    Holding her hand in mine
    Praying the Lord and weeping
    Till my lips were salt as brine
    I asked her once if she hungered
    And as she answered 'No'
    T'he moon shone in at the window
    Set in a wreath of snow

    "Then the room was bathed in glory
    And I saw in my darling's eyes
    The faraway look of wonder
    That comes when the spirit flies
    And her lips were parched and parted
    And her reason came and went
    For she raved of our home in Devon
    Where our happiest years were spent

    "And the accents, long forgotten
    Came back to the tongue once more
    For she talked like the country lassie
    I woo'd by the Devon shore
    Then she rose to her feet and trembled
    And fell on the rags and moaned
    And, 'Give me a crust — I'm famished
    For the love of God!' she groaned

    "I rushed from the room like a madman
    And flew to the workhouse gate
    Crying, 'Food for a dying woman!'
    And the answer came, 'Too late'
    They drove me away with curses
    Then I fought with a dog in the street
    And tore from the mongrel's clutches
    A crust he was trying to eat

    "Back through the filthy byways!
    Back through the trampled slush!
    Up to the crazy garret
    Wrapped in an awful hush
    My heart sank down at the threshold
    And I paused with a sudden thrill
    For there, in the silv'ry moonlight
    My Nance lay, cold and still

    "Up to the blackened ceiling
    The sunken eyes were cast
    I knew on those lips, all bloodless
    My name had been the last
    She called for her absent husband
    O God! had I but known!
    Had called in vain, and, in anguish
    Had died in that den — alone

    "Yes, there, in a land of plenty
    Lay a loving woman dead
    Cruelly starved and murdered
    for a loaf of the parish bread
    At yonder gate, last Christmas
    I craved for a human life
    You, who would feed us paupers
    What of my murdered wife!"

    'There, get ye gone to your dinners
    Don't mind me in the least
    Think of the happy paupers
    Eating your Christmas feast
    And when you recount their blessings
    In your smug parochial way
    Say what you did for me, too
    Only last Christmas Day"



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    18-05-1984
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    It's All Right With Me
    Composer(s): Cole Porter
    Performer(s): Bob Manning - 1953
    and multiple other artists



    It's the wrong time and the wrong place
    Though your face is charming it's the wrong face
    It's not his face, but such a charming face
    That it's all right with me.

    It's the wrong song in the wrong style
    Though your smile is lovely it's the wrong smile
    It's not his smile, but such a lovely smile
    That it's all right with me.

    You can't know how happy I am that we met
    I`m strangely attracted to you
    There is someone I'm trying so hard to forget
    Don't you want to forget someone to?

    You can't know how happy I am that we met
    I`m strangely attracted to you
    There is someone I'm trying so hard to forget
    Don't you want to forget someone to?

    It's the wrong game, with the wrong chips
    Though you lips are tempting they're the wrong lips
    They're not his lips but they're such Tempting lips
    That if some night you are free
    Well it's all right, yes it's all right
    Baby don't you know it's all right with me



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    Christmas Day In The Cookhouse
    Performer(s): Billy Bennett



    'Twas Christmas Day in the cookhouse
    And the place was clean and tidy
    The soldiers were eating their pancakes...
    I'm a liar... that was Good Friday

    In the oven a turkey was sizzling
    And to make it look posh, I suppose
    They fetched the Battalion Barber
    To shingle it's parson's nose!

    Potatoes were cooked in their jackets
    And carrots in pants - how unique!
    A sheep's head was baked with the eyes in
    As it had to see them through the week

    At one o'clock 'Dinner Up' sounded
    The sight made an old soldier blush
    They were dishing out Guinness for nothing
    And fifteen got killed in the rush!

    A jazz band played in the mess-room
    A fine lot of messers it's true
    We told them to go and play Ludo
    And they all answered 'Fishcakes' to you!

    In came the old Sergeant Major
    He'd walked all the way from his billet
    His toes were turned in, his chest was turned out
    With his head back in case he'd spill it

    He wished all the troops 'Merry Xmas'
    Including the poor Orderly Man
    Some said 'Good Old Sergeant Major'
    But others said 'San Fairy Arm'

    Then up spoke one ancient warrior
    His whiskers a nest for the sparrows
    The old man had first joined the army
    When the troops used to use bows and arrows

    His grey eyes were flashing with anger
    He threw down his pudden' and cursed
    'You dare to wish me a Happy New Year
    Well, just hear my story first

    Ten years ago, as the crow flies
    I came here with my darling bride
    It was Christmas Day in the Waxworks
    So it must be the same outside

    We asked for some food, we were starving
    You gave us pease pudden' and pork
    My poor wife went to the Infirmary
    With a pain in her Belle of New York

    You're the man that stopped bacon from shrinking
    By making the cook fry with Lux
    And you wound up the cuckoo clock backwards
    And now it goes'oo' fore it'cucks'

    So thank you, and bless you, and blow you
    You just take these curses from me
    May your wife give you nothing for dinner
    And then warm it up for your tea

    Whatever you eat, may it always repeat
    Be it soup, fish, entree, or horse doovers
    May blue bottles and flies descend from the skies
    And use your bald head for manoeuvres

    May the patent expire on your evening dress shoes
    May your Marcel waves all come uncurled
    May your flannel shirt shrink up the back of your neck
    And expose your deceit to the world

    And now that I've told you my story
    I'll walk to the clink by the gate
    And as for your old Xmas Pudden'
    Stick that - on the next fellow's plate'



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