I'm A Rocker
((French Version: C'est Un Rocker (Eddy Mitchell) - 1974))
Composer(s): Chuck Berry
First release by: Chuck Berry - 1970



You know sometimes I'm a rocker and sometimes I'm all a roller
I may go down sometimes but I come back to rock'n'roller

We were out on the floor when they played number one
We were rockin' and a rollin' and really havin' fun
I'm a rocker, yeah; I'm a roller
I may go down sometimes but I come back to rock'n'roller

We were out the floor when they played number two
You know she claims she don't, but I know she do
I'm a rocker, yeah; I'm a roller
I may go down sometimes, but I come back to rock'n'roller

We were out on the floor when they played number three
Believe me, I was diggin' her and she was diggin' me
It's a rocker, yeah; It's a roller
I may go down sometimes, but I come back to rock'n'roller

We were out on the floor when they played number four
She done freak me out and I was ready to go
I'm a rocker, I'm a roller
I may go down sometimes, but I come back to rock'n'roller

We were out on the floor when they played number five
I was lit up like a green light on a one-way drive
I'm a rocker, I'm a roller
I may go down sometimes, but I come back to rock'n'roller
We were out on the floor when they played number six
I was stone getting firm like a cement mix
I'm a rocker, I'm a roller
I may go down sometimes, but I come back to rock'n'roller

We were out on the floor when they played number seven
We caught a taxicab and told him to take us to heaven
It's a rocker, yeah; It's a roller
I may go down sometimes, but I come back to rock'n'roller

We were out on the floor when they played number eight
She was right on time, and I wasn't a second late
I'm a rocker, I'm a roller
I may go down sometimes, but I come back to rock'n'roller

We were out on the floor when they played number ten
We had a coke, a cheeseburger, went and did it again
I'm a rocker, I'm a roller
I may go down sometimes, but I come back to rock'n'roller

We was all freaked out when the band went down
And we all got together and went around and around
It's a rocker, yeah; It's a roller
I may go down sometimes but I come back
Rockin', rollin', rockin', rollin', rockin'
N'rollin' and really havin' fun
I'm a rocker, I'm a roller
I may go down sometimes but I come back to rock 'n' roller 

My Arms Stay Open All Night
Composer(s): Paul Overstreet; Don Schlitz
Performer(s): Tanya Tucker



I know you like the night-life, the parties and the fun
You like to hang around until the last song has been sung
So I have made arrangements and I wanted you to know
When all the laughter's ended, there's still somewhere you can go

My arms stay open all night
From sundown 'til the morning light
Hopin' you can find where you belong
I leave the lights on
My heart is never closed
You're the only love it knows
The one dream I have is to hold you tight
My arms stay open all night

Please don't think I'm crazy, I haven't lost my mind
But when it comes to lovin' you, I can always find the time
So if it's after midnight, or just before the break of day
Anytime you need me, it'll never be too late

'Cos my arms stay open all night
From sundown 'til the morning light
Hopin' you can find where you belong
I leave the lights on
My heart is never closed
You're the only love it knows
The one dream I have is to hold you tight
My arms stay open all night

When all your so-called friends go home
You don't ever have to be alone

'Cos my arms stay open all night
From sundown 'til the morning light
Hopin' you can find where you belong
I leave the lights on
My heart is never closed
You're the only love it knows
The one dream I have is to hold you tight
My arms stay open all night

My arms stay open all night

Golliwog
English & Swedish Titles:
Sweetheart; Gulleplutt
Composer(s): Agnetha Fältskog; Bosse Carlgren
Performer(s): Agnetha Fältskog



You're not the good kind, the soft and sweet kind
I don't think mom would like your smile
The way my ears ring, the way my arms cling
I know that your kind drives me wild

Golliwog
Oooh the way you kiss is really slap-dash, Golliwog
Love me, love me!
Fire, fire
Something's burning, something's burning
Something's burning, oooh, something's burning!

I know that you're a brute
Always raw and rude and crude
But wow, your cheeky ways get me right in the mood!

Yeah, you do make me feel all right
So please just hold me, hold me tight
You can stay here with me, you can stay here with me
Tell me please that you'll stay all night

You're not the true kind, the only-you kind
I guess my mom would say you're bad
The way you make love, the way you take love
I know that your kind drives me mad

Golliwog
Oooh the way you kiss is really slap-dash, Golliwog
Love me, love me!
Fire, fire
Something's burning, something's burning
Something's burning, oooh, something's burning!

I know that you're a brute
Always raw and rude and crude
But wow, your cheeky ways get me right in the mood!

Git It
((French Version: C'est Un Piège (Eddy Mitchell) - 1974))
Composer(s): Bob Kelly
First release by: Bob Kelly and the Pikes - 1957
Covered by multiple other artists



Will-ou Will-ou Wop Whip Whip Whip
Will-ou Will-ou Wop Whip Whip Whip
Will-ou Will-ou Wop Whip Whip Whip
Will-ou Will-ou Wop Whip Whip Whip
Will-ou Will-ou,  Will-ou Will-ou
Will-ou Will-ou Wop Whip Whip Whip

Once there was a girl
Oh, what a girl
Said to me, Where can it be
Where's your cadillac car
Cadillac Car, cadillac car
Where can I get me a Cadillac Car
I don't have it now but I can git it, (git it)
I don't have it now but I can git it, (git it)
I don't have it now but I can git it
Or I'll do the best I can
Well, say
Git it, Git it, Git it, Git it, Git it

Once there was a girl
Oh, what a girl
Said to me, Where can it be
Where's your diamond ring
Diamond Ring, diamond ring
Where can I get me a Diamond Ring
I don't have it now but I can git it, (git it)
I don't have it now but I can git it, (git it)
I don't have it now but I can git it,
Or I'll do the best I can
Well, say
Git it, Git it, Git it, Git it, Git it

Once there was a girl
Oh, what a girl
Said to me, Where can it be
Where's your cadillac car
Cadillac Car, cadillac car
Where can I get me a Cadillac Car
I don't have it now but I can git it, (git it)
I don't have it now but I can git it, (git it)
I don't have it now but I can git it
Or I'll do the best I can
Well, say
Git it, Git it, Git it, Git it, Git it

Will-ou Will-ou Wop Whip Whip Whip
Will-ou Will-ou Wop Whip Whip Whip
Will-ou Will-ou Wop Whip Whip Whip
Will-ou Will-ou Wop Whip Whip Whip
Will-ou Will-ou,  Will-ou Will-ou
Will-ou Will-ou Wop Whip Whip Whip...

My American Beauty Rose
Composer(s): Harry H. Zickel



You may talk about your girlies, girlies here and everywhere
Girls from Norway, Sweden, Italy, and Spain
Saffron girls from far off China, German girls with flaxen hair
Girls from Russia, Turkey, pretty girls and plain...
Not for me your English beauty, or your girl with wooden shoes 
And for me the girls of France no longer pose
While the Scotch and Irish lassies, really, I must now refuse
For my own, my fair American Beauty Rose...

She is regal in her beauty, she is queenly in her grace
Yet there's warmth and love and passion in her heart ...
And a smile of true affection seems to glorify her face
As I read the message, "only death can part" 
Take the charms of all the dear ones, all that's sweetest, all that's best
'Till you've found the fairest, rarest, Flow'r that grows
In this sum of all perfection, glowing far above the rest 
You will find my own American Beauty Rose

Oh you loving, happy Yankee girl.... 
You're the one who sets my heart awhirl ... 
You are charming, pretty, wise and kind
And a dearer, sweeter one no man can find ... 
In your glorious cheeks and skin and eyes ... 
Our Red, White and Blue so bravely flies ..... 
And my heart's all for you
You're true blue thru and thru
You're my own American Beauty Rose

Gole Sangam
(Traditional)



Gole sangam, gole sangam
chibe gam az, dele tangam
mesle aftab, agar barman
natabi sardamo bi rangam

haame ah haam, haame dar dam
mesle tufan, pore gardam
haame ah haam, haame dar dam
mesle tufan, pore gardam
ahem mastam, kehtuu saahraa
mi picham dore tome gardam

mesle baroon, agar nabori
khabaraz haa--leh man nadori
bi tu par par, misham doruuzeh
dele sangait, baram misuzeh
Gole sangam, gole sangam
chibe gam az, dele tangam

Te Acuerdas María
Composer(s): Augusto Algueró
Performer(s): Nino Bravo



Te acuerdas María
Que yo te cantaba
Sentado a la sombra del viejo molino

Te acuerdas María
Te miraban las aguas correr
Tus ojos morenos flotando en el río

Que ayer nos amamos
Creciendo en los valles
Por los pastizales robaba tus besos
Tu pelo muy suelto jugaba en el viento
Y yo te queria
con todo mi tiempo

Te acuerdas María
Que yo te quería
Te acuerdas María
Qué noche más triste
Cuando me dijiste
Que tú te marchabas
María, María

Hoy sólo nos queda el recuerdo
Y el murmullo del viento
Que sigue diciendo
Te acuerdas María

Te acuerdas María
Te acuerdas María

You Don't Know (What It's Like To Be Near)
Composer(s): Werner Theunissen
Performer(s): Pussycat



If you say, that this life
has a point to arrive
you don't know what it's like to be here
and if you think that time
heals all troubles of mine
you don't know what it's like to be near

('Cause) I've been trying so hard to get by
but I've lost every move I could try
All I'm asking from you
is just look around too
and feel me

Now if you say our cast
needs the future, the past
you don't know what it's like to be here
and if you think, that I've every chance to survive
you don't know what it's like to be near

('Cause) I've been trying so hard to get by
but I've lost every move I could try
All I'm asking from you
is just look around too
and feel me

Here's a chance you could grow
now I need your loving so
but you don't know what it's like to be near

Gold Watch Blues
Composer(s): Mick Softley
Performer(s): Donovan; Mick Softley



I went up for my interview on the fourth day of July
First old man he questioned me until I nearly cried
Made me fill in forms until I shook with fear
About the colour of my toilet roll and if my cousin's queer

Chorus:

Here's your goldwatch and the shackles for your chain
And your piece of paper to say you left here sane
And if you've a son who wants a good career
Just get him to sign on the dotted line and work for fifty years

Chorus

He asked me how many jobs I'd had before
He nearly had a heart attack when I answered, four
Four jobs in twenty years, oh, this can never be
We only take on men who work until they die

Chorus

He took me outside to where the gravestones stand in line
This is where we bury them in quick-stone and in lime
And if you come to work for us on this you must agree
That if you're going to die please do it during tea

Chorus

This story that you heard you may think rather queer
But it is the truth you'll be surprised to hear
I did not want no job upon the board
I just wanted to take a broom and sweep the bloody floor

Chorus

Te Acordarás De Mi
Composer(s): P. Ruiz - M. de la Calva - R. Arcusa
Performer(s):  Miguel Gallardo



Aunque el corazón te diga a gritos
que hay en tu horizonte un nuevo sol
aunque tus deseos infinitos
traten de encontrar un nuevo amor
Aunque nuestros ojos no se abracen
ni hablen nuestros cuerpos con pasión
aunque grites para convencerte
que no queda nada entre los dos
Te acordarás de mi, te acordarás de mi
aunque no quieras tú te acordarás de mi
Te acordarás de mi, te acordarás de mi
aunque te duela tú te acordarás de mi
Aunque te engalanes de sonrisas
y quieras mostrarte muy feliz
aunque si me ves pases de prisa
yo no estoy detrás estoy en ti
Aunque te repitas cada noche
que como tu amante fracase
que no te hacen falta mis caricias
que es una mentira de los dos
Te acordarás de mi, te acordarás de mi
aunque no quieras tú te acordarás de mi
Te acordarás de mi, te acordarás de mi
aunque te duela tú te acordarás de mi
Te acordarás de mi, te acordarás de mi
aunque no quieras tú te acordarás de mi
Te acordarás de mi, te acordarás de mi
aunque te duela tú te acordarás de mi
Te acordarás de mi, te acordarás de mi
aunque no quieras tú te acordarás de mi

Goldmine
Composer(s): Andy Goldmark; Bruce Roberts
Performer(s): the Pointer Sisters



Flowers arrive
Who else whould think of that but my guy
He's all heart and all mine
Ooh, and I don't have to be Miss Perfect One
For him to love what he sees
I can feel it in the little things he does
What I found he's every woman's dream

My baby he's a goldmine
Ooh, what he does just keeps my heart in love
My baby he's a goldmine
Ooh, all he does just keeps me here in love

Five times a day
He calls me up to say, "How ya doin' babe"
He's just that way
Leaves me little notes by my coffee cup
The sweetest poetry to me
Ooh and every night he tells me with his touch
The way he moves just makes me want to scream

His eyes were fire, my heart was cold
My arms were ready for new love to hold
He makes me feel something that I've never known
When you find someone like him, you don't let go

Girl's got a goldmine and he's so fine
Girl's got a goldmine and he's all mine
Baby's got a goldmine, treats me so kind
Loves me rain or shine
My baby's divine

I can feel the little things that he does
What I found is every woman's dream

Tchepone
Composer(s): Chuck Rosenberg - Robin Thomas - Toby Hughes
Performer(s): Toby Hughes



I was hanging 'round Ops
just spending my time
not on the schedule
not earning a dime
When a colonel steps up
and he says I suppose
you fly a fighter by the cut
of your clothes
He figures me right
'm, a good one I say

Do you happen to have me
a target today?
He says Yes I do, a real easy one
No sweat my boy
it's an old time milk run

I gets all excited
and ask where it's at
He gives me a wink
and a tip of his hat
	
Two-fifty miles away from home drome
a sweet little hamlet that's known as
Tchepone

Oh, you'll sure love Tchepone 

I get on my G-suit
and strap on my gun
Helmet and gloves
out the door on the run
Fire up my Phantom
and take to the air
Two's tucked in tight
and we haven't a care 	  	
In forty five minutes
we're over the town
From twenty eight thousand
we're screaming on down 
Arm up the switches
and dial in the mils
Rack up the wings
and roll in for the kill

I feel a bit sorry
for folks down below
Of destruction that's coming
they surely don't know

The thought passes quickly
We know a war's on
On down we scream
toward peaceful Tchepone

Unsuspecting, peaceful Tchepone
Release altitude
and the pipper's not right
I'll press just a little
and lay 'em in tight

I pickle those beauties
at two point five grand
I'm starting my pull
when it all hits the fan
  	
A black puff in front
and then two off the right
Six or eight more
and I suck it up tight
There's small arms and tracer
and heavy ack ack
It's scattered to broken
with all kinds of flack 	  	

I jink hard to left
and head out for the blue
My wingman says
Lead, they're shooting at you!

No Bull, I cry as I point it for home
Still comes the fire
from the town of Tchepone

Dirty, deadly Tchepone

I make it back home
with six holes in my bird
With the colonel that sent me
I'd sure like a word
He's nowhere around
though I look near and far
He's gone back to Seventh
to help run the war
I've been round this country
for many a day
I've seen all the things
that they're throwing my way

I know that there's places
I don't like to go
down in the Delta
and in Tally Ho
	  	
But I'll bet all my flight pay
the jock ain't been born
Who can keep all his cool
when he's over Tchepone

Oh, don't go to Tchepone

Goldfish
Composer(s): Roy Harper
Performer(s): Roy Harper



Little goldfish in your bowl
I've dug you all day long
Yellow scales arising
Through the ceiling of my song

Little bee sat on your flower
A-swaying in the breeze
Funny little furry voice
A-buzzing through the leaves

Little bird sat upon your twig
Your sounds ring through my ears
We can reach the sunrise
Through the morning's hopes and fears

Crazed blue-eyed starry-minded
fluffly little ball
Oh little baby on my knee
I love you most of all

Taxman
((Dutch Version: Taksman (Mal Evans Memorial Band) - 2007))
Composer(s): George Harrison
First release by: The Beatles - 1966
Covered by multiple other artists



Let me tell you how it will be
There's one for you, nineteen for me
'Cause I'm the taxman, yeah, I'm the taxman

Should five per cent appear too small
Be thankful I don't take it all
'Cause I'm the taxman, yeah I'm the taxman

If you drive a car, I'll tax the street
If you try to sit, I'll tax your seat
If you get too cold I'll tax the heat
If you take a walk, I'll tax your feet

Don't ask me what I want it for
If you don't want to pay some more
'Cause I'm the taxman, yeah, I'm the taxman

Now my advice for those who die
Declare the pennies on your eyes
'Cause I'm the taxman, yeah, I'm the taxman
And you're working for no one but me 

Goldfinger
Composer(s): Leslie Bricusse;
Anthony Newley; John Barry
Performer(s): Shirley Bassey



Goldfinger, he's the man, the man with the Midas touch
A spider's touch
Such a cold finger beckons you to enter his web of sin
But don't go in

Golden words he will pour in your ear
But his lies can't disguise what you fear
For a golden girl knows when he's kissed her
It's the kiss of death from Mister

Goldfinger, pretty girl, beware of this heart of gold
This heart is cold

Golden words he will pour in your ear
But his lies can't disguise what you fear
For a golden girl knows when he's kissed her
It's the kiss of death from Mister

Goldfinger, pretty girl, beware of this heart of gold
This heart is cold
He loves only gold
Only gold
He loves gold 
He loves only gold
Only gold
He loves gold!!!!!!

Sequel
Composer(s): Harry Chapin
Performer(s): Harry Chapin



So here she's actin' happy inside her handsome home
And me, I'm flyin' in my taxi, takin' tips and gettin' stoned

I got into town a little early
Had eight hours to kill before the show
First I thought about heading up north of the bay
Then I knew where I had to go

I thought about taking a limousine
Or at least a fancy car
But I ended up taking a taxi
'Cause that's how I got this far

You see, ten years ago it was the front seat
Drivin' stoned and feelin' no pain
Now here I am straight and sittin' in the back
Hitting Sixteen Parkside Lane

The driveway was the same as I remembered
And a butler came and answered the door
He just shook his head when I asked for her
And said "She doesn't live here anymore"

But he offered to give me the address
That they were forwarding her letters to
I just took it and returned to the cabbie
And said "I got one more fare for you"

And so we rolled back into the city
Up to a five store old brownstone
I rang the bell that had her name on the mailbox
The buzzer said somebody's home

And the look on her face as she opened the door
Was like an old joke told by a friend
It'd taken ten more years but she'd found her smile
And I watched the corners start to bend

And she said, "How are you Harry?
Haven't we played this scene before?"
I said "It's so good to see you, Sue
Had to play it out just once more"
Play it out just once more

She said I've heard you flying high on my radio
I answered "It's not all it seems"
That's when she laughed and she said, "It's better sometimes
When we don't get to touch our dreams"

That's when I asked her where was that actress
She said "That was somebody else"
And then I asked her why she looked so happy now
She said "I finally like myself, at last I like myself"

So we talked all through that afternoon
Talking about where we'd been
We talked of the tiny difference
Between ending and starting to begin
We talked because talking tells you things
Like what you really are thinking about
But sometimes you can't find what you're feeling
Till all the words run out

So I asked her to come to the concert
She said "No, I work at night"
I said, "We've gotten too damn good at leaving, Sue"
She said, "Harry, you're right"

Don't ask me if I made love to her
Or which one of us started to cry
Don't ask me why she wouldn't take the money that I left
If I answered at all I'd lie

So I thought about her as I sang that night
And how the circle keeps rolling around
How I act as I'm facing the footlights
And how she's flying with both feet on the ground

I guess it's a sequel to our story
From the journey 'tween heaven and hell
With half the time thinking of what might have been
and half thinkin' just as well

I guess only time will tell

Golden Years
Composer(s): David Bowie
Performer(s): David Bowie;
and various other artists



Golden years, gold whop whop whop
Golden years, gold whop whop whop
Golden years, gold whop whop whop

Don't let me hear you say life's taking you nowhere, angel
Come get up my baby
Look at that sky, life's begun
Nights are warm and the days are young
Come get up my baby

There's my baby, lost that's all
Once I'm begging you save her little soul
Golden years, gold whop whop whop
Come get up my baby

Last night they loved you, opening doors and pulling some strings, angel
Come get up my baby
In walked luck and you looked in time
Never look back, walk tall, act fine
Come get up my baby

I'll stick with you baby for a thousand years
Nothing's gonna touch you in these golden years, gold
Golden years, gold whop whop whop
Come get up my baby

Some of these days, and it won't be long
Gonna drive back down where you once belonged
In the back of a dream car twenty foot long
Don't cry my sweet, don't break my heart
Doing all right, but you gotta get smart
Wish upon, wish upon, day upon day, I believe oh lord
I believe all the way
Come get up my baby
Run for the shadows, run for the shadows, run for the shadows in these golden years

There's my baby, lost that's all
Once I'm begging you save her little soul
Golden years, gold whop whop whop
Come get up my baby

Don't let me hear you say life's taking you nowhere, angel
Come get up my baby
Run for the shadows, run for the shadows
Run for the shadows in these golden years

I'll stick with you baby for a thousand years
Nothing's gonna touch you in these golden years, gold
Golden years, gold whop whop whop
Golden years, gold whop whop whop
Golden years, gold whop whop whop
Golden years, gold whop whop whop
Golden years, gold whop whop whop
Golden years, gold whop whop whop
Golden years, gold whop whop whop
Golden years, gold whop whop whop
Golden years, gold whop whop whop
Golden years, gold whop whop whop

Taxi
Composer(s): Harry Chapin
Performer(s): Harry Chapin



It was raining hard in 'Frisco
I needed one more fare to make my night
A lady up ahead waved to flag me down
She got in at the light

Oh, where you going to, my lady blue 
It's a shame you ruined your gown in the rain 
She just looked out the window, and said 
"Sixteen Parkside Lane"

Something about her was familiar 
I could swear I'd seen her face before
But she said, "I'm sure you're mistaken" 
And she didn't say anything more

It took a while, but she looked in the mirror 
And she glanced at the license for my name 
A smile seemed to come to her slowly 
It was a sad smile, just the same
And she said, "How are you Harry?" 
I said, "How are you Sue? 
Through the too many miles 
and the too little smiles 
I still remember you" 

It was somewhere in a fairy tale
I used to take her home in my car 
We learned about love in the back of the Dodge 
The lesson hadn't gone too far 
You see, she was gonna be an actress 
And I was gonna learn to fly
She took off to find the footlights 
And I took off to find the sky

Oh, I've got something inside me 
To drive a princess blind 
There's a wild man, wizard 
He's hiding in me, illuminating my mind 
Oh, I've got something inside me 
Not what my life's about
Cause I've been letting my outside tide me 
Over 'till my time, runs out

Baby's so high that she's skying
Yes she's flying, afraid to fall 
I'll tell you why baby's crying 
Cause she's dying, aren't we all 

There was not much more for us to talk about 
Whatever we had once was gone 
So I turned my cab into the driveway 
Past the gate and the fine trimmed lawns 
And she said we must get together
But I knew it'd never be arranged 
And she handed me twenty dollars 
For a two fifty fare, she said 
"Harry, keep the change" 
Well another man might have been angry 
And another man might have been hurt 
But another man never would have let her go... 
I stashed the bill in my shirt 

And she walked away in silence
It's strange, how you never know
But we'd both gotten what we'd asked for 
Such a long, long time ago 

You see, she was gonna be an actress 
And I was gonna learn to fly
She took off to find the footlights 
And I took off for the sky 
And here, she's acting happy 
Inside her handsome home
And me, I'm flying in my taxi 
Taking tips, and getting stoned 
I go flying so high, when I'm stoned 

Golden Vanity
Dutch Title: Noordzee
Composer(s): Noel Paul Stookey;
Mary Travers; Peter Yarrow
Performer(s): Peter, Paul & Mary



There was a ship that sailed all on the lowland sea
And the name of the ship was the Golden Vanity
And we feared she would be taken by the Spanish enemy
As she sailed upon the lowland, lowland, lowland
Sailed upon the lowland sea

Then up spoke our cabinboy and boldly out spoke he
And he said to our captain "What will you give to me
If I swim along the side of the Spanish enemy
And I sink her in the lowland sea?"

"Oh I will give you silver and I will give you gold
And my own fair daughter your bonny bride shall be
If you'll swim along the side of the Spanish enemy
And you'll sink her in the lowland, lowland, lowland
Sink her in the lowland sea

Then the boy he made him ready and overboard sprang he
And he swam to the side of the Spanish enemy
With his brace and auger in her side he bored holes three
And sank he her in the lowland sea

Then quickly he swam back to the cheering of the crew
But the captain would not heed him, his promise he did rue
And he scorned his poor entreatings when loudly he did sue
And left him in the lowland,lowland, lowland
Left him in the lowland sea

Then the boy he turned round and he swam to the port side
And up to his messmates full bitterly he cried
"O messmates, draw me up, for I'm drifting with the tide
And I'm sinking in the lowland, lowland, lowland
Sinking in the lowland sea"

Then his messmates drew him up, but on the deck he died
And they stitched him in a hammock which was so fair and white
And they low'red him overboard, and he drifted with the tide
And he sank into the lowland, lowland, lowland
Sank into the lowland sea

There was a ship that sailed all on the lowland sea
And the name of the ship was the Golden Vanity
And we feared she would be taken by the Spanish enemy
As she sailed upon the lowland, lowland, lowland
Sailed upon the lowland sea

As she sailed upon the lowland, lowland, lowland
Sailed upon the lowland sea

Tavistock Goosey Fair
Composer(s): C. John Tryhall



'Tis just a month come Friday next, Bill Champerdown and me
Us traipsed across old Darty Moor, the Goosey Fair to see
Us made ourselves quite fitty, us greased and oiled our hair
Then off us goes in our Sunday clothes behind old Bill's grey mare

Us smelled the sage and onion 'alf a mile from Whitchurch Down
And didn't us 'ave a blow out when us come into the town
And there us met Ned Hannoford, Jan Steer and Nicky Square
And it seemed to we, all Devon must be to Tavistock Goosey Fair

And its oh, and where be a-going
And what be a-doing of there
Heave down your prong and stamp along
To Tavistock Goosey Fair

Us went to see the 'orses and the 'effers and the yews
Us went on all them roundabouts and into all the shows
And then it started raining and blowing in our face
So off us goes down to the Rose to 'ave a dish of tay

And then us had a sing song and the folks kept dropping in
And what with one an' t'other, well, us had a drop of gin
And what with one an' t'other, us didn't seem to care
Whether us was to Bellever Tor or Tavistock Goosey Fair

And its oh, and where be a-going
And what be a-doing of there
Heave down your prong and stamp along
To Tavistock Goosey Fair

'Twere raining streams and dark as pitch when us trotted 'ome that night
An' when us got past Merrivale Bridge, our mare, 'er took a fright
Says I to Bill, "Be careful, you'll 'ave us in them drains"
Says 'e to me, "Cor bugger, why 'aven't you got the reins?"

Just then the mare ran slap against a whacking great big stone
'Er kicked the trap to flibbits and 'er trotted off alone
And when it come to reckoning, 'tweren't no use standing there
Us 'ad to traipse 'ome thirteen mile from Tavistock Goosey Fair

And its oh, and where be a-going
And what be a-doing of there
Heave down your prong and stamp along
To Tavistock Goosey Fair