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music Michel Mauléart Monton (1855–1898)

lyrics Oswald Durand  ( 1840 – 1906)

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Dèyè yon gwo touf pengwen
Lòt jou m rakontre Choucoune
Li souri lè li wè mwen
Mwen di -Syèl a la bèl moun!-
Mwen di -Syèl a la bèl moun!-
Li di -Ou trouve sa chè?-

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Ti zwazo nan bwa t’ape koute
Ti zwazo nan bwa t’ape koute
Lè mwen tande sa mwen genyen la penn
E depi jou sa de pye mwen nan chenn
Lè mwen tande sa mwen genyen la penn
De pye mwen nan chenn

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Ale lakay maman li
Yon ti granmoun si onèt
E kan li wè mwen li di
-A la mwen si kontan nèt!-
Nou bwè chokola o nwa
Nou bwè chokola o nwa

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Ti zwazo nan bwa t’ape koute

Ti zwazo nan bwa t’ape koute

Lè mwen tande sa mwen genyen la penn

E depi jou sa de pye mwen nan chenn

Lè mwen tande sa mwen genyen la penn

De pye mwen nan chenn

I’ll Take You Home Again, Kathleen
Across the ocean wild and wide
To where your heart has ever been
Since first you were my Bonnie bride.

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The roses all have left your cheek.
I’ve watched them fade away and die
Your voice is sad when e’er you speak
And tears bedim your loving eyes.

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Oh! I will take you back, Kathleen
To where your heart will feel no pain
And when the fields are fresh and green
I’ll take you to your home again!

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I know you love me, Kathleen, dear
Your heart was ever fond and true.
I always feel when you are near
That life holds nothing dear, but you.

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The smiles that once you gave to me
I scarcely ever see them now
Though many, many times I see
A dark’ning shadow on your brow.

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Oh! I will take you back, Kathleen
To where your heart will feel no pain
And when the fields are fresh and green
I’ll take you to your home again!

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To that dear home beyond the sea
My Kathleen shall again return.
And when thy old friends welcome thee
Thy loving heart will cease to yearn.

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Where laughs the little silver stream
Beside your mother’s humble cot
And brightest rays of sunshine gleam
There all your grief will be forgot.

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Oh! I will take you back, Kathleen
To where your heart will feel no pain
And when the fields are fresh and green
I’ll take you to your home again!

Jack Dunn, son of a gun, over in France today
Keeps fit, doing his bit, up to his eyes in clay
Each night, after a fight, to pass the time along
He’s got a little gramophone that plays this song

Take me back to dear old Blighty
Put me on the train for London Town
Take me over there, drop me anywhere
Birmingham, Leeds or Manchester, well, I don’t care

I should love to see my best girl
Cuddling up again we soon shall be (Whoa!)
Tiddley-iddley-ighty, hurry me home to Blighty
Blighty is the place for me

Bill Spry started to fly up in an aeroplane
In France, taking a chance, wished he was down again
Poor Bill, feeling so ill, yelled out to Pilot Brown
“Steady a bit, ya fool, you’re turning me upside down”

Take me back to dear old Blighty
Put me on the train for London Town
Take me over there, drop me anywhere
Birmingham, Leeds or Manchester, well, I don’t care

I should love to see my best girl
Cuddling up again we soon shall be (Whoa!)
Tiddley-iddley-ighty, hurry me home to Blighty
Blighty is the place for me

Jock Lee, having his tea, says to his pal MacFayne
“Look, chum, apple and plum, it’s apple and plum again
Same stuff, isn’t it rough, fed up with it I am
Oh, for a pot of Aunt Eliza’s raspberry jam”

Take me back to dear old Blighty
Put me on the train for London Town
Take me over there, drop me anywhere
Birmingham, Leeds or Manchester, well, I don’t care

I should love to see my best girl
Cuddling up again we soon shall be (Whoa!)
Tiddley-iddley-ighty, hurry me home to Blighty
Blighty is the place for me

One day, Mickey O’Shea stood in a trench somewhere
So brave, having a shave and trying to part his hair
Mick yells, dodging the shells and lumps of dynamite
“Talk of the Crystal Palace on a firework night”

Take me back to dear old Blighty
Put me on the train for London Town
Take me over there, drop me anywhere
Birmingham, Leeds or Manchester, well, I don’t care

I should love to see my best girl
Cuddling up again we soon shall be (Whoa!)
Tiddley-iddley-ighty, hurry me home to Blighty
Blighty is the place for me

Pack up your troubles in your old kit bag
And smile, smile, smile.
Don't let your joy and laughter hear the snag
Smile boys, that's the style
What's the use of worrying
It never was worth while
So, pack up your troubles in your old kit bag
And smile, smile, smile.

Pack up your troubles in your old kit bag
And smile, smile, smile.
Just pucker up and whistle 

What's the use of worrying
It never was worth while
So, pack up your troubles in your old kit bag
And smile, smile, smile.

Everytime I hear that dear old wedding march
I feel rather glad I have a broken arch
I have heard a lot of married people talk
And I know that marriage is a long long walk

To most people weddings mean romance
But I prefer a picnic or a dance

Another bride
Another groom
Another sunny honeymoon
Another season
Another reason
For making whoopee

The choir sing, “Here comes the bride.”
Another victim is by her side
He’s lost his reason cause it’s the season
For making whoopee

Down through the countless ages
You’ll find it everywhere
Somebody makes good wages
Somebody wants her share

She calls him ‘Toodles’ and rolls her eyes
She makes him strudels and bakes him pies
What is it all for?
It’s so he’ll fall for
Making whoopee

Another year or maybe less
What’s this I hear?
Well, can’t you guess?
She feels neglected and he’s suspected
Of making whoopee

She sits alone most every night
He doesn’t phone or even write
He says he’s busy
But she says, “Is he?”
He’s making whoopee

He doesn’t make much money:
Five thousand dollars per
Some judge who thinks he’s funny
Says, “You’ll pay six to her.”

He says, “Now judge, suppose I fail?”
The judge says, “Bub right into jail
You’d better keep her
You’ll find it’s cheaper
Than making whoopee.”

I got a kind hearted woman
Do anything in this world for me
I got a kind hearted woman
Do anything in this world for me
But these evil-hearted women
Man, they will not let me be
I love my baby
My baby don’t love me
I love my baby, oooh
My baby don’t love me
But I really love that woman
Can’t stand to leave her be
A-ain’t but the one thing
Makes mister johnson drink
I’s worried ’bout how you treat me, baby
I begin to think
Oh babe, my life don’t feel the same
You breaks my heart
When you call mister so-and-so’s name
She’s a kindhearted woman
She studies evil all the time
She’s a kindhearted woman
She studies evil all the time
You will’s to kill me
As to have it on your mind

lyrics Ben Johnson 1572 – 1637

music John Wall Callcott 1766 – 1821

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Drink to me only with thine eyes,
And I will pledge with mine;
Or leave a kiss within the cup,
And I’ll not look for wine.
The thirst that from the soul doth rise
Doth ask a drink divine;
But might I of Jove’s nectar sup,
I would not change for thine.

I sent thee late a rosy wreath,
Not so much honoring thee
As giving it a hope, that there
It could not withered be.
But thou thereon didst only breathe,
And sent’st it back to me;
Since when it grows, and smells, I swear,
Not of itself, but thee

Charles McLean 1770

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As I came thro’ Sandgate,
Thro’ Sandgate, thro’ Sandgate,
As I came thro’ Sandgate,
I heard a lassie sing:
“O, weel may the keel row,
The keel row, the keel row,
O weel may the keel row
That my laddie’s in.”

“He wears a blue bonnet,
Blue bonnet, blue bonnet,
He wears a blue bonnet
A dimple in his chin.
And weel may the keel row,
The keel row, the keel row,
And weel may the keel row
That my laddie’s in.”

THE ROSE OF NO MAN’S LAND
(Jack Caddigan / James A. Brennan)

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I’ve seen some beautiful flowers
Grow in life’s garden fair
I’ve spent some wonderful hours
Lost in their fragrance rare

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But I have found another
Wondrous beyond compare….

There’s a rose that grows in no-man’s land
And it’s wonderful to see

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Though its sprayed with tears, it will live for years
In my garden of memory

It’s the one red rose the soldier knows
It’s the work of the Master’s hand
‘Neath the War’s great curse stands a Red Cross nurse
She’s the rose of no-man’s land

Out in the heavenly splendour
Down to the trail of woe
God in his mercy has sent her
Fearing the World below
We call her Rose of Heaven
We’ve longed to love her so….

There’s a rose that grows in no-man’s land
And it’s wonderful to see
Though its sprayed with tears, it will live for years
In my garden of memory

It’s the one red rose the soldier knows
It’s the work of the Master’s hand
‘Neath the War’s great curse stands a Red Cross nurse
She’s the rose of no-man’s land

Everyone delights to spend their summer’s holiday
Down beside the side of the silvery sea
I’m no exception to the rule, in fact, if I’d my way
I’d reside by the side of the silvery sea

But when you’re just the common garden Smith or Jones or Brown
At business up in town, you’ve got to settle down
You save up all the money you can till summer comes around
Then away you go to a spot you know where the cocklеshells are found

Oh! I do like to bе beside the seaside!
I do like to be beside the sea!
Oh I do like to stroll along the Prom, Prom, Prom!
Where the brass bands play, “Tiddely-om-pom-pom!”

So just let me be beside the seaside!
I’ll be beside myself with glee
And there’s lots of girls beside
I should like to be beside, beside the seaside
Beside the sea!

Timothy went to Blackpool for the day last Eastertide
To see what he could see by the side of the sea
As soon as he reached the station there the first thing he espied
Was the wine lodge door stood open invitingly
To quench his thirst, he toddled inside and called out for a wine
Which grew to eight or nine, till his nose began to shine
Said he ‘What people see in the sea, I’m sure I fail to see’
Then he caught the train back home again and to his wife said he
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Oh! I do like to be beside the seaside!
I do like to be beside the sea!
Oh I do like to stroll along the Prom, Prom, Prom!
Where the brass bands play, “Tiddely-om-pom-pom!”

So just let me be beside the seaside!
I’ll be beside myself with glee
And there’s lots of girls beside
I should like to be beside, beside the seaside
Beside the sea!

William Sykes the burglar he’d been out to work one night
Filled his bags with jewels, cash and plate
Constable Brown felt quite surprised when William hove in sight
Said he, “The hours you’re keeping are far too late.”
So he grabbed him by the collar and lodged him safe and sound in jail
Next morning looking pale, Bill told a tearful tale
The judge said, “For a couple of months I’m sending you away!”
Said Bill, “How kind! Well if you don’t mind, Where I spend my holiday!”

Oh! I do like to be beside the seaside!
I do like to be beside the sea!
For the sun’s always shining as I make my way
And the brass bands play, “Ta-ra-ra-boom-de-ay”

So just let me be beside the seaside!
I’ll be beside myself with glee
And there’s lots of girls beside
I should like to be beside, beside the seaside
Beside the sea