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ALICE
BLUE GOWN |
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In my sweet
little Alice Blue Gown |
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When I first
wandered down into town |
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I was both proud
and shy |
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As I felt ev'ry
eye |
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But in ev'ry
shop window |
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I'd primp,
passing by, |
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Then in manner
of fashion I'd frown |
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And the world
seem'd to smile all around |
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Till it wilted I
wore it |
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I'll always
adore it |
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My sweet little
Alice Blue Gown. |
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AMAZING
GRACE |
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Amazing grace,
how sweet the sound |
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That saved a
wretch like me |
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I once was lost
and now am found |
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Was blind but
now I see |
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Twas grace that
taught my heart to fear |
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And grace my
fears relieved |
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How precious did
that grace appear |
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The hour I first
believed. |
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When we've been
here 10,000 years |
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Bright shining
as the sun |
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We've no less
days to sing God's praise |
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Than when we
first begun. |
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ANY
TIME |
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Anytime you're
feeling lonely |
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Anytime you're
feeling blue |
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Anytime you feel
downhearted |
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That will prove
your love for me is true. |
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Anytime you're
thinking 'bout me |
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That's the time
I'll be thinking of you |
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So anytime you
say you want me back again |
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That's the time
I'll come back home to you. |
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APRIL SHOWERS |
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Though April
showers may come your way |
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They bring
the flowers that bloom in May |
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So if it's
raining, have no regrets |
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Because it
isn't raining rain, you know |
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It's raining
violets |
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And when you
see clouds upon the hills |
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You soon
will see crowds of daffodils |
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So keep on
looking for a bluebird and listening for his
songs |
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Whenever
April showers come along. |
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BABY FACE |
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Baby Face,
you've got the cutest little baby face
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And no one
else can ever take your place, baby face
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My poor
heart is thumping |
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You sure
have started something |
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Baby Face,
I'm all in heaven when I'm in your fond embrace |
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I didn't
need a shove, I just fell in love |
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with your
pretty baby face. |
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BALLIN'
THE JACK |
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First you put
your two knees close up tight |
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Then you sway 'em
to the left, then you sway 'em to the right |
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Step around the
floor kind of nice and light |
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Then you twis'
around and twis' around with all your might. |
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Stretch your
lovin' arms straight out in space |
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Then you do the
Eagle Rock with style and grace. |
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Swing your foot
way 'round then bring it back |
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Now that's what
I call "Ballin' the Jack." |
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BEAUTIFUL
OHIO |
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Drifting with
the current down a moonlit stream |
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While above the
Heavens in their glory gleam |
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And the stars on
high twinkle in the sky |
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Seeming in a
Paradise of love divine |
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Dreaming of a
pair of eyes that looked in mine |
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Beautiful Ohio,
in dreams again I see |
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Visions of what
used to be. |
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BECAUSE |
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Because you come
to me with naught save love |
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And hold my hand
and lift mine eyes above |
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A wider world of
hope and joy I see |
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Because you come
to me |
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Because God made
thee mine I'll cherish thee |
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Thru light and
darkness thru all time to be |
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And pray His
love may make our love divine |
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Because God made
thee mine. |
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Because you
speak to me in accents sweet |
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I find the roses
waking 'round my feet |
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And I am led
through tears and joy to thee |
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Because you
speak to me |
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BILL
BAILEY (WON'T YOU PLEASE COME HOME?) |
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Won't you come
home, Bill Bailey |
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Won't you come
home? |
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She moans the
whole day long |
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I'll do the
cooking, darling |
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I'll pay the
rent |
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I know I've done
you wrong. |
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'Member that
rainy evenin' I drove you out |
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With nothing but
a fine tooth comb? |
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I know I'm to
blame, well, ain't that a shame? |
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Bill Bailey,
Won't You Please Come Home? |
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BY
THE BEAUTIFUL SEA |
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By the sea, by
the sea, by the beautiful sea |
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You and I, you
and I, oh! how happy we'll be |
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When each wave
comes a-rolling in |
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We will duck or
swim |
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And we'll float
and fool around the water |
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Over and under
and then up for air |
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Pa is rich, Ma
is rich, so now what do we care? |
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I love to be
beside your side |
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Beside the sea,
beside the seaside |
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By the Beautiful
Sea. |
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DAISY
BELL |
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Daisy, Daisy,
Give me your answer do |
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I'm half crazy
all for the love of you |
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It won't be a
stylish marriage |
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I can't afford a
carriage |
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But you'll look
sweet on the seat |
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Of a Bicycle
Built For Two |
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DANNY
BOY |
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O Danny Boy, the
pipes, the pipes are calling |
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From glen to
glen and down the mountain side |
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The summer's
gone and all the flowers are dying |
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'Tis you, 'tis
you must go and I must bide. |
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But come you
back when summer's in the meadow |
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Or when the
valley's hushed and white with snow |
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'Tis I'll be
there in sunshine or in shadow |
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O Danny Boy, o
Danny Boy, I love you so. |
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DARK
EYES |
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Where the Volga
flows, a sweet Russian rose |
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Set my soul
aflame |
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Sonia was her
name |
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Her dark
flashing eyes, seemed to hypnotize |
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My heart missed
a beat when we two would meet |
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Once 'neath
Russian skies |
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We found
Paradise |
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Then I sailed
away, leaving her to stay |
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Now a vision
fair calls me to her there |
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And I realize
the lure of her dark eyes. |
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DARKTOWN
STRUTTERS' BALL |
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I'll be down to
get you in a taxi, Honey |
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You better be
ready about half past eight |
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Now dearie,
don't be late |
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I want to be
there when the band starts playing. |
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Remember when we
get there, Honey, |
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The two-steps,
I'm goin' to have 'em all |
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Goin' to dance
out both my shoes |
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When they play
the "Jelly Roll Blues" |
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Tomorrow night
at the Darktown Strutters' Ball. |
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DIXIE |
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I wish I was in
the land of cotton |
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Old times there
are not forgotten |
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Look away! Look
away! Look away! Dixie Land. |
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In Dixie Land
where I was born in |
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Early on one
frosty mornin' |
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Look away! Look
away! Look away! Dixie Land |
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O I wish I was
in Dixie, Hooray! Hooray! |
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In Dixie Land,
I'll take my stand to live and die in Dixie |
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Away, Away, Away
down south in Dixie. |
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Away, Away, Away
down south in Dixie. |
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DOWN
AMONG THE SHELTERING PALMS |
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Down among the
sheltering palms |
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Oh honey, wait
for me |
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Don't be
forgettin' we've got a date |
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Out where the
sun goes down about eight |
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How my love is
burning, burning, burning |
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How my heart is
yearning, yearning, yearning |
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To be down among
the sheltering palms |
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Oh honey, wait
for me |
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FOR
ME AND MY GAL |
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What a beautiful
day for a wedding in May! |
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See the people
all stare at the lovable pair. |
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She's a vision
of joy; he's the luckiest boy. |
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In his wedding
array, hear him smilingly say: |
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See the
relatives there looking over the pair |
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The can tell at
a glance it's a loving romance |
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It's a wonderful
sight as the families unite |
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Gee! It makes
the boy proud as he says to the crowd: |
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The bells are
ringing for me and my gal |
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The birds are
singing for me and my gal |
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Ev'rybody's been
knowing to a wedding they're going |
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And for weeks
they've been sewing every Susie and Sal. |
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They're
congregating for me and my gal |
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The parson's
waiting for me and my gal |
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And sometime I'm
goin' to build a little home for two |
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For three or
four or more |
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In Loveland ...
for me and my gal. |
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GIVE
MY REGARDS TO BROADWAY |
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Give my regards
to Broadway |
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Remember me to
Herald Square |
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Tell all the
gang at Forty Second Street |
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That I will soon
be there. |
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Whisper of how
I'm yearning |
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To mingle with
the old time throng. |
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Give my regards
to old Broadway |
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And say that
I'll be there ere long. |
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GREENSLEEVES |
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Alas, my love,
you do me wrong |
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To cast me off
discourteously |
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And I have loved
you oh, so long |
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Delighting in
your company. |
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Greensleeves was
all my joy. |
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Greensleeves was
my delight. |
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Greensleeves was
my heart of gold. |
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And who but my
lady Greensleeves.
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HELLO
MY BABY! |
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Hello, my baby |
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Hello, my honey |
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Hello, my
ragtime gal. |
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Send me a kiss
by wire |
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Baby, my heart's
on fire! |
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If you refuse me |
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Honey, you'll
lose me |
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Then you'll be
left alone. |
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Oh, baby,
telephone |
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And tell me I'm
your own. |
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I
LOVE YOU TRULY |
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I love you truly |
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Truly, dear. |
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Life with its
sorrow |
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Life with its
tear. |
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Fades into
dreams |
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When I feel you
are near. |
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For I love you
truly, truly dear. |
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IDA,
SWEET AS APPLE CIDER |
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Ida, sweet as
apple cider |
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Sweeter than all
I know |
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Come out in the
silv'ry moonlight of love |
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We'll whisper so
soft and low! |
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Seems tho' can't
live without you |
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Listen Oh! Honey
do! |
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Ida, I idolize
yer |
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I love you Ida,
deed I do. |
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I'M
ALWAYS CHASING RAINBOWS |
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I'm always
chasing rainbows |
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Watching clouds
drifting by |
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My schemes are
just like all my dreams |
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Ending in the
sky. |
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Some fellows
look and find the sunshine |
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I always look
and find the rain. |
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Some fellows
make a winning sometime |
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I never even
make a gain. |
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Believe me ...
I'm always chasing rainbows |
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Waiting to find
a little bluebird in vain. |
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IN
THE GOOD OLD SUMMERTIME |
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In the good old
summertime |
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In the good old
summertime |
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Strolling thro'
the shady lanes |
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With your baby
mine. |
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You hold her
hand |
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And she holds
yours. |
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And that's a
very good sign |
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That she's your
tootsey wootsey |
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In the good old
summertime. |
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LET
ME CALL YOU SWEETHEART |
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Let me call you
Sweetheart |
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I'm in love with
you. |
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Let me hear you
whisper that you love me too. |
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Keep the love
light glowing in your eyes so true. |
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Let me call you
Sweetheart |
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I'm in love with
you. |
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LET
THE REST OF THE WORLD GO BY |
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With someone
like you, a pal good and true |
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I'd like to
leave it all behind and go and find |
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Some place
that's known to God alone |
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Just a spot to
call our own |
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We'll find
perfect peace |
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Where joys never
cease |
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Out there
beneath a kindly sky |
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We'll build a
sweet little nest somewhere in the west |
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And let the rest
of the world go by. |
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MA
(HE'S MAKING EYES AT ME) |
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Ma, he's making
eyes at me! |
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Ma, he's awful
nice to me! |
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Ma, he's almost
breaking my heart, |
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I'm beside him;
Mercy, let his conscience guide him! |
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Ma, he wants to
marry me |
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Be my honey bee |
| |
Ev'ry minute he
gets bolder; now he's leaning on my shoulder |
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Ma, he's kissing
me! |
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MARGIE |
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Margie, I'm
always thinking of you |
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Margie, I'll
tell the world I love you |
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Don't forget
your promise to me |
| |
I have bought a
home and ring and ev'rything |
| |
For Margie,
you've been my inspiration |
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Days are never
blue |
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After all is
said and done |
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There is really
only one |
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Oh, Margie,
Margie, it's you. |
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MARY'S
A GRAND OLD NAME |
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For it is Mary,
Mary, plain as any name can be |
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But with
propriety, society, will say Marie |
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But it was Mary,
Mary, long before the fashions came |
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And there is
something there |
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That sounds so
fair |
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It's a grand old
name! |
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MEET
ME TO-NIGHT IN DREAMLAND |
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Meet me tonight
in Dreamland |
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Under the
silv'ry moon |
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Meet me tonight
in Dreamland |
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Where love's
sweet roses bloom. |
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Come with the
lovelight gleaming in your dear eyes of blue |
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Meet me in
Dreamland, sweet dreamy Dreamland |
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There let my
dreams come true. |
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MY
GAL SAL |
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They called her
frivolous Sal |
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A peculiar sort
of a gal |
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With a heart
that was mellow |
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An all 'round
good fellow |
| |
Was my old pal |
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Your troubles,
sorrows and care |
| |
She was always
willing to share |
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A wild sort or
devil, but dead on the level |
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Was my gal Sal. |
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MY MELANCHOLY
BABY |
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Come to
me My Melancholy Baby |
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Cuddle
up and don't be blue |
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All your
fears are foolish fancies maybe |
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Don't
you know that I'm in love with you
|
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Every
cloud must have a silver lining |
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Just
wait until the sun shines through
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Smile my
honey dear while I kiss away each tear |
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Or else
I will be melancholy too. |
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MY
WILD IRISH ROSE |
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My wild Irish
Rose; the sweetest flow'r that grows |
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You may search
ev'rywhere, but none can compare |
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with my wild
Irish Rose |
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My wild Irish
Rose, the dearest flow'r that grows |
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And come day for
my sake, she may let me take |
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The bloom from
my wild Irish Rose. |
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PEG
O' MY HEART |
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Peg O' my heart,
I love you |
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Don't let us
part, I love you |
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I always knew,
it would be you |
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Since I heard
your lilting laughter |
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It's your Irish
heart I'm after, |
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Peg O' my heart,
your glances |
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Make my heart
say "How's chances?" |
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Come, be my own;
come, make your home in my heart. |
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PEGGY
O'NEIL |
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If her eyes are
blue as skies |
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That's Peggy
O'Neil. |
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If she's smiling
all the while |
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That's Peggy
O'Neil. |
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If she walks
like a sly little rogue |
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If she talks
with a cute little brogue. |
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Sweet
personality full of rascality |
| |
That's Peggy
O'Neil. |
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ROCK-A-BYE
YOUR BABY WITH A DIXIE MELODY |
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Rock a bye your
baby with a Dixie melody |
| |
When you croon,
croon a tune |
| |
From the heart
of Dixie |
| |
Just hang my
cradle, Mammy mine |
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Right on that
Mason Dixon Line |
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And swing it
from Virginia |
| |
To Tennessee
with all the love that's in ya' |
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Weep no more, my
lady; sing that song again for me |
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And Old Black
Joe, just as though you had me on your knee. |
| |
A million baby
kisses I'll deliver |
| |
The minute that
you sing the Swanee River |
| |
Rock a bye your
rock a bye baby |
| |
With a Dixie
Melody! |
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ROSE
ROOM |
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|
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In sunny
Roseland where summer breezes are playing |
| |
Where the
honeybees are "A-Maying" |
| |
There all the
roses are swaying, |
| |
Dancing while
the meadowbrook flows. |
| |
The moon when
shining is more than ever designing |
| |
For 'tis ever
then I am pining |
| |
Pining to be
sweetly reclining |
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Somewhere in
Roseland |
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Beside a
beautiful rose. |
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ST. LOUIS BLUES |
|
[or:
St. Louis Woman] |
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I hate
to see the ev'nin' sun go down |
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Hate to
see the ev'nin' sun go down, |
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'Cause
my baby, he done left this town.
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Feelin'
tomorrow like I feel today |
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Feel
tomorrow like I feel today, |
|
I'll
pack my trunk, make my getaway. |
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St.
Louis Woman with her diamond rings |
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Pulls
that man around by her apron strings, |
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't'want
for powder and for store-bought hair |
|
The man
I love would not have gone nowhere, |
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|
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Got the
St. Louis Blues just as blue as I can be |
|
That man
got a heart like a rock cast in the sea, |
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or else
he wouldn't have gone so far from me. |
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SHINE
ON HARVEST MOON |
| |
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Shine on, shine
on harvest moon up in the sky |
| |
I ain't had no
lovin' since January, February, June or July |
| |
Snow time ain't
no time to stay outdoors and spoon |
| |
So shine on,
shine on harvest moon |
| |
For me and my
gal! |
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SIDEWALKS
OF NEW YORK |
| |
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East side, west
side, all around the town |
| |
The tots sang
"ring a-rosie", "London Bridge is falling
down." |
| |
Boys and girls
together |
| |
Me and Mamie
O'Rourke |
| |
Tripped the
light fantastic on the |
| |
Sidewalks of New
York. |
| |
|
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THE
BAND PLAYED ON |
| |
|
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Casey would
waltz with a strawberry blond |
| |
And the band
played on |
| |
He'd glide cross
the floor with the girl he adored |
| |
And the bank
played on |
| |
But his brain
was so loaded it nearly exploded |
| |
The poor girl
would shake with alarm |
| |
He'd ne'er leave
the girls with the strawberry curls |
| |
And the band
played on. |
| |
|
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THREE
O'CLOCK IN THE MORNING |
| |
|
| |
It's three
o'clock in the morning |
| |
We've danced the
whole night thru |
| |
And daylight
soon will be dawning |
| |
Just one more
waltz with you. |
| |
That melody so
entrancing |
| |
Seems to be made
for us two |
| |
I could just
keep right on dancing |
| |
Forever dear
with you. |
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|
TILL WE MEET
AGAIN |
| |
|
|
|
Smile
the while you kiss me sad adieu,
|
|
When the
clouds roll by I'll come to you,
|
|
Then the
skies will seem more blue, |
|
Down in
lovers lane.... my dearie |
|
Wedding
bells will ring so merrily, |
|
Every
tear will be a memory, |
|
Wait and
pray each night for me, |
|
Till we
meet again. |
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WHEN
IRISH EYES ARE SMILING |
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When Irish eyes
are smiling |
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Sure, it's like
a morn in spring. |
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In the lilt of
Irish laughter |
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You can hear the
angels sing. |
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When Irish
hearts are happy |
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All the world
seems bright and gay. |
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And when Irish
eyes are smiling |
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Sure they steal
your heart away! |
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WHILE
STROLLING THROUGH THE PARK |
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While strolling
thru the park one day |
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All in the merry
month of May |
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A roguish pair
of eyes they took me by surprise |
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In a moment my
poor heart they stole away. |
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O a sunny smile
was all she gave to me |
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And of course we
were as happy as could be |
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So neatly I
raised my hat |
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And made a
polite remark |
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I never shall
forget that lovely afternoon |
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When I met her
at the fountain in the park. |
