Lyrics
The following songs are used as example files in Notate 2, and here you can find the lyrics that go with every tune.
A Sailor Went To Sea
A Sailor went to sea, sea, sea
To see what he could see, see, see
But all that he could see, see, see
Was the bottom of the deep blue sea, sea, sea.
Alice the Camel
Alice the camel has five humps.
Alice the camel has five humps.
Alice the camel has five humps.
So go, Alice, go.
Alice the camel has four humps.
Alice the camel has four humps.
Alice the camel has four humps.
So go, Alice, go.
Alice the camel has three humps.
Alice the camel has three humps.
Alice the camel has three humps.
So go, Alice, go. |
Alice the camel has two humps.
Alice the camel has two humps.
Alice the camel has two humps.
So go, Alice, go.
Alice the camel has one hump.
Alice the camel has one hump.
Alice the camel has one hump.
So go, Alice, go.
Alice the camel has no humps.
Alice the camel has no humps.
Alice the camel has no humps.
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Amazing Grace
Amazing Grace, how sweet the sound
That saved a wretch like me.
I once was lost but now am found,
Was blind, but now, I see.
T'was Grace that taught
my heart to fear.
And Grace, my fears relieved.
How precious did that Grace appear...
the hour I first believed.
Through many dangers, toils and snares
we have already come.
T'was Grace that brought us safe thus far,
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The Lord has promised good to me.
His word my hope secures.
He will my shield and portion be
as long as life endures.
When we've been here
ten thousand years
bright shining as the sun.
We've no less days to sing God's praise
then when we've first begun.
Amazing Grace, how sweet the sound,
That saved a wretch like me.
I once was lost but now am found,
Was blind, but now, I see. |
Auld Lang Syne
Should auld acquaintance be forgot,
And never brought to mind?
Should auld acquaintance be forgot,
And auld lang syne!
Chorus:
For auld lang syne, my jo,
For auld lang syne,
We'll tak a cup o' kindness yet
For auld lang syne.
And surely you'll be your pint stoup,
And surely I'll be mine,
And we'll tak a cup o' kindness yet
For auld lang syne!
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We twa hae ran about the braes,
And pou'd the gowans fine,
But we've wander'd monie a weary fit
Sin' auld lang syne.
Chorus
We twa hae paidl'd in the burn
Frae morning sun til dine,
But seas between us braid hae roar'd
Sin' auld lang syne.
Chorus
And there's a hand, my trusty fiere,
And gie's a hand o' thine,
And we'll tak a right gude willie waught
For auld lang syne!
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Boney Was A Warrior
Boney was a warrior,
Oh aye, oh,
Boney was a warrior,
John Franzo.
Boney marched to Moscow,
Oh aye, oh,
Boney marched to Moscow,
John Franzo.
Moscow all a-blazing,
Oh aye, oh,
Moscow all a-blazing,
John Franzo.
Boney had to turn again,
Oh aye, oh,
Boney had to turn again,
John Franzo.
Boney went to Waterloo
Oh aye, oh,
Boney went to Waterloo
John Franzo.
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Boney met a warrior,
Oh aye, oh,
Boney met a warrior,
John Franzo.
Boney had to run away,
Oh aye, oh,
Boney had to run away,
John Franzo.
Boney was a warrior,
Oh aye, oh,
Boney was a warrior,
John Franzo.
Boney was a prisoner,
Oh aye, oh,
Boney was a prisoner,
John Franzo.
Boney broke his heart and died,
Oh aye, oh,
Boney broke his heart and died,
John Franzo.
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Cockles and Mussels
In Dublin's fair city,
Where the girls are so pretty,
I first set my eyes on sweet Molly Malone,
As she wheel'd her wheel barrow,
Thro' streets broad and narrow,
Crying "Cockles and Mussels alive, alive O!"
Alive, alive O!
Alive, alive O!
Crying Cockles and Mussels Alive, alive O!
She was a fishmonger,
But sure 'twas no wonder,
For so were her father and mother before,
And they each wheel'd their barrow,
Thro' streets broad and narrow,
Crying "Cockles and Mussels alive, alive O!"
Alive, alive O!
Alive, alive O!
Crying Cockles and Mussels Alive, alive O!
She died of a fever,
And no one could save her,
And that was the end of sweet Molly Malone;
But her ghost wheels her barrow
Thro' streets broad and narrow,
Crying "Cockles and Mussels alive, alive O!"
Alive, alive O!
Alive, alive O!
Crying Cockles and Mussels Alive, alive O!
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Cotton Eyed Joe
Chorus:
If it hadn't been for Cotton-Eye Joe
I'ld been married long time ago.
Where did you come from where did you go?
Where did you come from Cotton-Eye Joe?
He came to town like a midwinter storm,
He rode through the fields so hansome and strong.
His eyes was his tools and his smile was his gun,
But all he had come for was having some fun.
Chorus:
He brought disaster wherever he went,
The hearts of the girls was to hell broken sent.
They all ran away so nobody would know,
and left only men cause of Cotton-Eye Joe.
Drunken Sailor
What'll we do with a drunken sailor,
What'll we do with a drunken sailor,
What'll we do with a drunken sailor,
Earl-aye in the morning?
Chorus:
Way hay and up she rises
Patent blocks o' diff'rent sizes,
Way hay and up she rises
Earl-aye in the morning
1. Sling him in the long boat till he's sober,
2. Keep him there and make 'im bale 'er.
3. Pull out the plug and wet him all over,
4. Take 'im and shake 'im, try an' wake 'im.
5. Trice him up in a runnin' bowline.
6. Give 'im a taste of the bosun's rope-end.
7. Give 'im a dose of salt and water.
8. Stick on 'is back a mustard plaster.
9. Shave his belly with a rusty razor.
10. Send him up the crow's nest till he falls down,
11. Tie him to the taffrail when she's yardarm under,
12. Put him in the scuppers with a hose-pipe on him.
13. Soak 'im in oil till he sprouts flippers.
14. Put him in the guard room till he's sober.
15. Put him in bed with the captain's daughter.
16. Take the Baby and call it Bo'sun.
17. Turn him over and drive him windward.
18. Put him in the scuffs until the horse bites on him.
19. Heave him by the leg and with a rung console him.
20. That's what we'll do with the drunken sailor.
Frere Jacques
Frere Jacques, Frere Jacques,
Dormez-vous? Dormez-vous?
Sonnez les matines, sonnez les matines
Ding ding dong, ding ding dong. |
Are you sleeping, are you sleeping?
Brother John, Brother John?
Morning bells are ringing, morning bells are ringing,
Ding ding dong, ding ding dong. |
Go and tell Aunt Nancy
Go and tell Aunt Nancy,
go tell Aunt Nancy,
Go tell Aunt Nancy the old grey goose is dead.
It's the one she's been saving, the one she's been saving,
The one she's been saving to make a feather bed.
She died last Friday, she died last Friday,
She died last Friday with an achin' in her head.
Old gander's weeping, old gander's weeping,
Old gander's weeping because his wife is dead.
The goslings are mourning, the goslings are mourning,
The goslings are mourning, because their mother's dead.
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Greensleeves
Alas, my love, you do me wrong,
To cast me off discourteously.
For I have loved you well and long,
Delighting in your company.
Chorus:
Greensleeves was all my joy
Greensleeves was my delight,
Greensleeves was my heart of gold,
And who but my lady greensleeves.
Your vows you've broken, like my heart,
Oh, why did you so enrapture me?
Now I remain in a world apart
But my heart remains in captivity.
Chorus
I have been ready at your hand,
To grant whatever you would crave,
I have both wagered life and land,
Your love and good-will for to have.
Chorus
If you intend thus to disdain,
It does the more enrapture me,
And even so, I still remain
A lover in captivity.
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Chorus
My men were clothed all in green,
And they did ever wait on thee;
All this was gallant to be seen,
And yet thou wouldst not love me.
Chorus
Thou couldst desire no earthly thing,
but still thou hadst it readily.
Thy music still to play and sing;
And yet thou wouldst not love me.
Chorus
Well, I will pray to God on high,
That thou my constancy mayst see,
And that yet once before I die,
Thou wilt vouchsafe to love me.
Chorus
Ah, Greensleeves, now farewell, adieu,
To God I pray to prosper thee,
For I am still thy lover true,
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Hot Cross Buns
Hot cross buns,
One a penny buns;
One a penny,
Two a penny,
Hot cross buns.
Fresh, sweet buns,
Come and buy my buns;
One a penny,
Two a penny,
Fresh, sweet buns.
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Nice, light buns,
Buy my currant buns;
Come and try them,
Then you'll buy them,
Nice, light buns.
If you have no daughters,
Give them to your sons;
One a penny,
Two a penny,
Hot cross buns. |
Hot Potato
Hot potato pass it on
Pass it on, pass it on
Hot potato pass it on
Get rid of that Hot Potato!
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It's raining, it's pouring
It's raining, it's pouring;
The old man is snoring.
Bumped his head
And he went to bed
And he couldn't get up in the morning.
Jelly on the plate
Jelly on the plate,
Jelly on the plate
Wiggle woggle, wiggle woggle
Jelly on the plate.
Sausage in the pan,
Sausage in the pan
Turn it around, turn it around
Sausage in the pan.
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John Brown's Body
John Brown's body lies a-mouldering in the grave,
John Brown's body lies a-mouldering in the grave,
John Brown's body lies a-mouldering in the grave,
But his soul goes marching on.
Chorus:
Glory, glory, hallelujah,
Glory, glory, hallelujah,
Glory, glory, hallelujah,
His soul goes marching on.
He's gone to be a soldier in the Army of the Lord,
He's gone to be a soldier in the Army of the Lord,
He's gone to be a soldier in the Army of the Lord,
His soul goes marching on.
Chorus
John Brown's knapsack is strapped upon his back,
John Brown's knapsack is strapped upon his back,
John Brown's knapsack is strapped upon his back,
His soul goes marching on.
Chorus
John Brown died that the slaves might be free,
John Brown died that the slaves might be free,
John Brown died that the slaves might be free,
His soul goes marching on.
Chorus
The stars above in Heaven now are looking kindly down,
The stars above in Heaven now are looking kindly down,
The stars above in Heaven now are looking kindly down,
His soul goes marching on.
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Kumbaya
Kumbaya, my Lord, kumbaya!
Kumbaya, my Lord, kumbaya!
Kumbaya, my Lord, kumbaya!
O Lord, kumbaya!
1. Someone’s laughing, Lord, kumbaya!
2. Someone’s crying, Lord, kumbaya!
3. Someone’s praying, Lord, kumbaya!
4. Someone’s singing, Lord, kumbaya!
5. Kumbaya, my Lord, kumbaya!
Land of the Silver Birch
Land of the silver birch, home of the beaver
Where still the mighty moose wanders at will
Blue lake and rocky shore
I will return once more.
Chorus:
Boom de de boom boom
Boom de de boom boom
Boom de de boom boom
Bo-o-o-o-m
Down in the forest, deep in the lowlands
My heart cries out for thee, hills of the north
Blue lake and rocky shore
I will return once more. |
Chorus
High on a rocky ledge I'll build my wigwam
Close by the water's edge, silent and still
Blue lake and rocky shore
I will return once more.
Chorus
Land of the silver birch, home of the beaver
Where still the mighty moose wanders at will
Blue lake and rocky shore
I will return once more. |
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Litt'l Liza Jane
I got a house in Baltimore,
Litt'l Liza Jane,
Street cars running by my door,
Litt'l Liza Jane.
Chorus:
(clap) Oh, Eliza,
Litt'l Liza Jane,
(clap) Oh, Eliza,
Litt'l Liza Jane. |
Brussels carpet on my floor,
Litt'l Liza Jane,
Silver doorplate by my door,
Litt'l Liza Jane.
Chorus
Come, my love, and be with me,
Litt'l Liza Jane,
Let me take good care of thee,
Litt'l Liza Jane.
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Little Brown Jug
Me and my wife live all alone
In a little log hut we call our own;
She loves gin and I love rum,
And don't we have a lot of fun!
Chorus:
Ha, ha, ha, you and me,
Little brown jug, don't I love thee!
Ha, ha, ha, you and me,
Little brown jug, don't I love thee!
When I go toiling on the farm
I take the little jug under my arm;
Place it under a shady tree,
Little brown jug,'tis you and me.
Chorus
'Tis you that makes me friends and foes,
'Tis you that makes me wear old clothes;
But, seeing you're so near my nose,
Tip her up and down she goes.
Chorus
If all the folks in Adam's race
Were gathered together in one place,
I'd let them go without a tear
Before I'd part from you, my dear.
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Chorus
If I'd a cow that gave such milk,
I'd dress her in the finest silk;
Feed her up on oats and hay,
And milk her twenty times a day.
Chorus
I bought a cow from Farmer Jones,
And she was nothing but skin and bones;
I fed her up as fine as silk,
She jumped the fence and strained her milk.
Chorus
And when I die don't bury me at all,
Just pickle my bones in alcohol;
Put a bottle o' booze at my head and feet
And then I know that I will keep.
Chorus
The rose is red, my nose is too,
The violet's blue and so are you;
And yet, I guess, before I stop,
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London’s Burning
London's burning, London's burning
Fetch the engine, fetch the engine
Fire, fire! Fire, fire!
Pour on water, pour on water
Mary Sits a Weeping
Poor Mary sits a-weeping, a-weeping, a-weeping.
Poor Mary sits a-weeping on a cold and frosty morning.
Pray what are you a-weeping for, a-weeping for, a-weeping for,
Pray what are you a-weeping for on a cold and frosty morning?
I'm weeping for my lover, my lover, my lover,
I'm weeping for my lover on a cold and frosty morning?
And who will be your lover, your lover, your lover,
And who will be your lover on a cold and frosty morning?
Now you're married you must obey,
You must be true in all you say.
You must be kind and you must be good,
And help your wife to chop the wood.
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Michael Finnigan
There was an old man called Michael Finnigan,
He grew whiskers on his chinigin.
The wind blew up and blew them in agin,
Poor old Michael Finnigan – Begin agen:
There was an old man called Michael Finnigan,
He kicked up an awful dinigin,
Because they said he must not singagin
Poor old Michael Finnigan, Begin agen:
There was an old man called Michael Finnigan,
He went fishing with a pinagin,
Caught a fish but dropped it inagin,
Poor old Michael Finnigan, Begin agen:
There was an old man called Michael Finnigan,
Climbed a tree and barked his shinnigan,
Tore off yards and yards of skinnigan,
Poor old Michael Finnigan, Begin agen:
There was an old man called Michael Finnigan,
He grew fat and he grew thinagin,
Then he died and had to be bornagen,
Poor old Michael Finnigan – The end.
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Oh Suzannah
Well I came from Alabama
With my banjo on my knee;
I'm going to Louisiana
My true love for to see.
It rained all night the day I left
The weather it was dry;
The sun so hot I froze to death
Suzannah don't you cry.
Oh Suzannah, oh don't you cry for me
I've come from Alabama
With a banjo on my knee.
Shalom
Shalom, chaverim,
Shalom, chaverim,
Shalom, shalom;
L'hitra'ot,
L'hitra'ot,
Shalom, shalom.
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Shalom, o my friends,
Shalom, o my friends,
Shalom, shalom;
Till we meet again,
Till we meet again,
Shalom, shalom. |
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Summer is a Coming in
Summer is a-coming in,
Loudly sing, cuckoo!
Groweth seed and bloweth mead
And springeth wood anew.
Sing, cuckoo!
Ewe now bleateth after lamb,
For calf now loweth cow,
Bullock rouseth, buck he browseth ,
Merry sing, cuckoo
Cuckoo! Cuckoo!
Well thou singest, cuckoo,
O ne'er be silent now.
Swing Lo
Chorus:
Swing low, sweet chariot,
Coming for to carry me home.
Swing low, sweet chariot,
Coming for to carry me home.
I looked over Jordan and what did I see,
Coming for to carry me home.
A band of angels coming after me,
Coming for to carry me home.
Chorus
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If you get there before I do,
Coming for to carry me home.
Tell all my friends I'm coming too,
Coming for to carry me home.
Chorus
Sometimes I'm up and sometimes I'm down,
Coming for to carry me home.
But still my soul feels heavenly bound,
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Ten Green Bottles
Ten green bottles sitting on a wall
If one green bottle should accidentally fall,
There will be nine green bottles hanging on the wall
Nine green bottles sitting on a wall
If one green bottle should accidentally fall
There will be eight green bottles hanging on the wall
Eight green bottles sitting on a wall
If one green bottle should accidentally fall
There will be seven green bottles hanging on the wall
Seven green bottles sitting on a wall
If one green bottle should accidentally fall
There will be six green bottles hanging on the wall
Six green bottles sitting on a wall
If one green bottle should accidentally fall
There will be five green bottles hanging on the wall
Five green bottles sitting on a wall
If one green bottle should accidentally fall
There will be four green bottles hanging on the wall
Four green bottles sitting on a wall
If one green bottle should accidentally fall
There will be three green bottles hanging on the wall
Three green bottles sitting on a wall
If one green bottle should accidentally fall
There will be two green bottles hanging on the wall
Two green bottles sitting on a wall
If one green bottle should accidentally fall
There will be one green bottle sitting on the wall
One green bottle sitting on a wall
If one green bottle should accidentally fall
There will be no green bottles sitting on the wall
There are no green bottles sitting on the wall
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The Skye Boat Song
Chorus:
Speed bonnie boat like a bird on the wing
Onward the sailors cry.
Carry the lad that's born to be king
Over the sea to Skye.
Loud the wind howls, loud the waves roar,
Thunderclaps rend the air.
Baffled our foes, stand by the shore,
Follow they will not dare.
Chorus
Many's the lad fought on that day,
Well the claymore did wield,
When the night came, silently lain,
Dead on Culloden field.
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Chorus
Though the waves heave, soft will ye sleep,
Ocean's a royal bed,
Rocked in the deep, Flora will keep,
Watch by your weary head.
Chorus
Burned are our homes, exile and death
Scatter the loyal men
Yet e'er the sword cool in the sheath,
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This Old Man
This old man, he played one
He played knick-knack on my drum
With a knick-knack paddywhack,
Give a dog a bone,
This old man came rolling home.
This old man, he played two
He played knick-knack on my shoe
With a knick-knack paddywhack,
Give a dog a bone,
This old man came rolling home.
This old man, he played three
He played knick-knack on my knee
With a knick-knack paddywhack,
Give a dog a bone,
This old man came rolling home.
This old man, he played four
He played knick-knack on my door
With a knick-knack paddywhack,
Give a dog a bone,
This old man came rolling home.
This old man, he played five
He played knick-knack on my hive
With a knick-knack paddywhack,
Give a dog a bone,
This old man came rolling home. |
This old man, he played six
He played knick-knack on my sticks
With a knick-knack paddywhack,
Give a dog a bone,
This old man came rolling home.
This old man, he played seven
He played knick-knack up in heaven
With a knick-knack paddywhack,
Give a dog a bone,
This old man came rolling home.
This old man, he played eight
He played knick-knack on my gate
With a knick-knack paddywhack,
Give a dog a bone,
This old man came rolling home.
This old man, he played nine
He played knick-knack on my line
With a knick-knack paddywhack,
Give a dog a bone,
This old man came rolling home.
This old man, he played ten
He played knick-knack on my hen
With a knick-knack paddywhack,
Give a dog a bone,
This old man came rolling home. |
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Twinkle, twinkle, little star
Twinkle, twinkle, little star,
How I wonder what you are.
Up above the world so high,
Like a diamond in the sky.
Twinkle, twinkle, little star,
How I wonder what you are!
When the blazing sun is gone,
When he nothing shines upon,
Then you show your little light,
Twinkle, twinkle, all the night.
Twinkle, twinkle, little star,
How I wonder what you are!
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Then the traveler in the dark
Thanks you for your tiny spark;
He could not see which way to go,
If you did not twinkle so.
Twinkle, twinkle, little star,
How I wonder what you are!
In the dark blue sky you keep,
While you thro' my window peep,
And you never shut your eye,
Till the sun is in the sky,
Twinkle, twinkle, little star,
How I wonder what you are!
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