Home on the Range Oh, give me a home where the buffalo roam. Where the deer and the antelope play. Where seldom is heard a discouraging word. And the skies are not cloudy all day. Home, home on the range. Where the deer and the antelope play. Where seldom is heard a discouraging word. And the skies are not cloudy all day.
I’m a policeman I’m a policeman I’m a policeman dressed in blue, here are some things I like to do. Direct the traffic in your town, help to keep you safe and sound. It’s my job and I like it fine. No one has a better job than mine.
I’ve been working on the railroad I’ve been working on the railroad, all the live-long day. I’ve been working on the railroad, just to pass the time away. Can’t you hear the whistle blowing? Rise up so early in the mom. Can’t you hear the captain shouting, “Dinah, blow your horn!” Dinah, won’t you blow? Dinah, won’t you blow? Dinah, won’t you blow your horn? Dinah, won’t you blow? Dinah, won’t you blow? Dinah, won’t you blow your horn? Someone’s in the kitchen with Dianh, someone’s in the kitchen, I know Someone’s in the kitchen with Dinah, strummin’ on the old banjo And he’s singin’ “Fee-fi-fiddley-l-oh! Fee-fi-fiddley-l-oh! Fee-fi-fiddley-l-oh!” Strummin’ on the old banjo.oh Strummin’ on the odl banjo. I’ve been working on the railroad, all the live long day. I’ve been working on the railroad, just to pass the time away. Can’t you hear the whistle blowing? Rise up so early in the mom. Can’t you hear the captain shouting, “Dinah, blow your horn!”
In the good, old summertime In the good, old summertime, in the good old summer time. Strolling through, the shady lanes with your baby mine. You hold her hand and she hold yours. And that’s a very good sign. That she’s your tootsie-wootsie, in the good, old summertime.
It ain't Gonna Rain no more It ain’t gonna rain no more, no more It ain’t gonna rain no more. How in the heck can I wash my neck. If it ain’t gonna rain no more?
Mary Had a little Lamb Mary had a little lamb, little lamb, little lamb. Mary had a little lamb, its fleece was white as snow. And everywhere that Mary went, Mary went, Mary went. Everywhere that Mary went, the lam was sure to go. It followed her to school one day, school one day, school one day. It followed her to school one day, that was against the rule. It made the children laugh and play, laugh and play, laugh and play. Why does the lamb love Mary so, mary so, Mary so? Why does the lamb love mary so? The eager children cry. Why, Mary loves the lam, you know lamb, you know, lamb, you know. Mary loves the lamb, you know, the teacher did reply.
Oh, Susanna! Oh, I come from Alabama my banjo on my knee. And I’m going to Louisiana, my true love for to see. Wee, it rained all night the day I left. The weather it was dry. The sun to hot, I froze to death. Susanna, don’t you cry. Oh, susanna! Oh, don’t your cry for me. For I come from Alabama with my banjo on my knee
Old Macdonald Old Macdonald had a farm. E-I-E-I-O. And on that farm he had some Chicks. E-I-E-I-O. With a chick-chick here. And a chick-chick there. Here a chick. There a chick. Everywhere a chick. Old Macdonald had a farm. E-I-E-I-O.
Pop! Goes the weasel. All around the cobbler’s beach, the monkey chased the weasel The monkey though twas all in fun, POP! Goes the weasel. I’ve no time to wait and sigh, no patience to wait ‘til by and by. So kiss me quick, I’m off-goodbye! Pop! Goes the weasel! A penny for a spool of thread, a penny for a needle. That’s the way the money goes, POP! Goes the weasel! You may try to sew and sew, and never make something regal. So roll it up and let it go, POP, goes the weasel!