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STATE COLLEGE OF IOWA.
Words by E. 11. Wentworth
Tune, "Believe MerT
State College of Iowa, we give to thee
Our allegiance,, the strength of our life:
We111 follow thy mandates endeavoring to he
True sons when engaged in world's strife*
May the memrry of joys that now we must leave
And the Triumphs of Cardinal and Gold
. Make lighter life's labor and victories won
In thine honor, preceptress, be told.
Brightest star that shall ever illumine our sky
Be our hope, be our strength and our.shield;
though oft'times the dark clouds our bold courage may try,
Alma Mater, thy sons will not yield.
Light our paths, lead us on, make clearer our way; """"'
May thy glory or fame ne'er decline.
OH! Iowars <jueen, thou the fairest of all,
Our hearts and our names link with thine.
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IOWA STATE COLLEGE MARCHIKG SONG
Arranged by Miss Rosalind. Cook, Musio Dept.
Words by E. Don Dixon
Fight, Ames Fight! Fight, Ames Fight!
Fight for Ames with all your might!
For the glory of Old I. S. C.I
Swing along! Sing a sdngi
With a spirit big and strong!
And our fighters will win victory!
For it's Fight! Fight! Fight I I!
For the good Old L S. C.I
Winning great glory and fame!
jfpd where Ter we go
They will always know-
That our fighters are fighting for Ames!
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ITP RATHSR BB IK AMES.
Music from "Melody Magic,Tt "by Homer Huntoon.
Words by Harriet Schleiter
I'd rather be in Ames than in Nebraska;
I'd rather be in Ames than in Cornell;
Northwestern may be fine, but I prefer for mine
My Alma Mater, Ames, every time J
Some folks say that Iowa is the best place —
Such good looking dames I
But of all the places in this world for me,
IT d rather be in Ames o
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0 SING ME A SONG OF IOWA STATE.
Words and Music "by N. 0. Plagge
Popularized by A-M-S-S Quartet.
Oh sing me a song of Iowa State,
Of glories yet untold
Of battles fought and victories won
Beneath the Cardinal and Gold.
Nebraska has her numbers,
And Iowa may be fine,
But for your loyal friendship
Give me Old Ames for mine.
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Down under the hill, there is a little still,
And the smoke goes curling to the sky.
You can always tell, by the sniffle and the smell,
That there's liquor in the air, close "by.
It fills the air with a fragrance rare,
And Ttis only known to a few,
So pucker up your lips and we'll take a little sip of the good
old mountain dew.
Of the good old mountain dew, of the good old mountain dew,
As home we stroll, we'll have anothe bowl, of the good old
mountain dew.
Dancin? in the moonlight, a bright night,
summer night in June,
"While Darkies are a hummin' and strummin' banjoes to a
Dixie
tune.
Soon you'll find Tem dancin' and pre,neinT
round the bales of
cotton
In the evenin1 by the moonlight
Down in dear old New Orleans.
■It
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On the old Fall River Line,
On the old F&11 River Line,
I fell for Susie fs line of talk., and Susie fell for
mine,
Then we went down to the parson's, and he tied us tight as
twine —
Then I wished, OHI Lord, I'd fell over hoard, on the old. Fall
River Line.
There's a Quaker down in Quaker Town, when ITm around
she sight,
But down in her heart I know, She's not so slow, for Oh, Oh,
those eyes.
Like the waters still, she's very deep, she knows a heap, I've
found.
She's got that meet me later look, and Oh, she knows her hook,
That little Quaker down in Quaker town.
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Ifm on my way to Mandalay, beneath the sheltering
palms I long
to stay.
Oh let mo live and love for aye, On that island far away-
I'm sentimental for my Oriental, love so sweet and gentle,
ThatT s why
I?m on my way to Mandalay, I've come to say Goodbye.1
(Tune: "Yes, We Have No Bananas")
Yes J we wear our pajamas
In winter and springtime and fall,
We've short ones and long ones,
And right ones and wrong ones,
jut summer stylesbeats them all.
* Cause when hot nights get too many,
We don't wear any;
But yesi we wear our pajamas
In winter and springtime and fall.
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WHEff THE ORGAN PEELED BAMHAS
(Tune: Silver Threads Among the Gold)
When the organ peeled "bananas,
Lard was rendered by the choir
And the sexton rang the dish rag,
Someone set the church on fire.
"Holy Smoke" the preacher shouted;
In the rush he lost his hair,
Now his head resembles heaven,
For there is no parting there.
STACK UP THE DISHES.
(Tune: Pack up Your Troubles)
Stack up the dishes on the old camp shelf,
And smile, boys, smile;
Tftiile we were eating we enjoyed ourselves,
Smile, boys, thatfs the style,
What's the use of washing them,
r Its hardly v/orth the while — SO—
J3taek up the dishes on the old camp shelf
And Smile - Smile - Smile.
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LADIES
ITvo taken my fun whore I found it;
ITve roved and I've ranged in my time;
I've H&dtimy pickin1 oT sweethearts,
And four of the lot were prime.
One was a 'arf-cast widow,
And one was a woman at Prone;
One was the wife of a jenadarsais,
/aid one was a girl at home.
I was a young un at Oogle,
Shy as a maid to begin;
Aggie de Castrer she made me,
AnT Aggie was clever as sin.
Older than me, but my first 'un,
Kind of a mother she were,
She taught me the way to promotion and pay,
And I learned about women from Tar.
Then I was ordered to Burmah,
Acting in charge of bazaar,
And I got me a tiny live heathen,
Through buying supplies off her pa
Funny and yellow and faithful
A doll in a teacup she were,
t And we lived on the square like a true married pair,
And I learned about women from *er.
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Then I was shifted to Nemo,
Or I might have been keeping her now;
And I took to a shiny she-devil —
The wife of a nig;;er at Warsaw.
She taught me the gypsy folks' holey,
Kind of volcano she were—'
For she knifed me one night,
1 Cause I wished she were white —
And I learned about women from Ter.
Then I came home in a trooper,
Long of a maid of sixteen;
A girl from a convent at Merut,
The straightest I ever have seen,
Love at first sight was her trouble;
She didn't know what it were,
And I wouldii'rt do such,
'Cause I loved her too much--
An1 I learned about women from Ter.
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ITve taken my fun where I found it,
And now I must pay for my fun;
For the more you have seen oT the others,
The less you will settle to one*
And the end of itTs sittinf raid thinkin1
And dreaming Hell's fires to see,
So be warned by my lot, as I know you will not—
And learn about women from me.
ALOHA- OE
Proudly
swe.pt the rain cloud by
the cliff
As on it glided through the trees
Still following with grief the liko
The a hi~hi-le~hua of the vale.
Farewell to thee, farewell to thee,
Thou charming one who dwells among the bowers.
One fond embrace, before we part,
Until we meet again.
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SWEET AHGELIME
Sweet Angelina, say you'll be mine.
At night, dear heart, for you I pine.
In all my dreams,
Your fair face seems;
You1re the idol of my heart, sweet Angeline.
OLD BILL
0-h- there was an old man named Bill
A-n-d- he lived on the side of the hill.
A-n-d- he hasn't been sober since last October
A-n-d- I don't think he ever will.
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IVAN PETROSKEY SKIVAR
There are heroes plenty, y,ho f ht
r y, ratJ/,s ,£/
And some known to f ai^g^^-M* >*wAt
fh*r hr/w*) 7* Jhp C*-<*r
But by far the most famous was one of the name
Of Ivan Petroskey Skivar.
He could imitate Irving, ///»c#W^/^ J/A* Cm-vso
Tell fortunes by cards, Both fen*r*r b&j^
And play on the Spanish guitar;
Quite the pride and the boast of the Muscovite host
V/as Ivan Petroskey Skivar.
The sons of the Prophet
Are valiant and bold,
And quite" accustomed to fear,
But by far the most reckless of life and of limb
V/as Abdul the bull, bull, Emir.
If you v/anted a man
To encourage the van,
Or harrass the foe in the rear,
Or take a redoubt
You would always send out
For Abdul- the bull, bull, Emir*
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One day young Skivar
Lighted up his cigar
A-iid donned his most truculent sneer,
When he happened by chance to encounter.the glance
Of Abdul the bull, bull, Emir,
Said Abdullah, "Young man,
Is existence so drear
That you wish to end up your career?
For Infidel know, you have trod on the toe
Of Abdul the bull, bull, Emir.11
"Then take your last look
Upon mountain and brook,
And make your remarks on the war,
For I mean to imply you are going to die,
Mr. Ivan Petroskey Skivar.11
Then that brave Mameluke
Drew his flashing chivook,
And shouted, "In Allah ach war," x+J)
And frefcftg upon murder bent, he went \p/fr
rn'jsJrrtus jriX'trf hi* m*s +
For Ivan Petroskey Skivar. sucUUhiy
y^Pnt
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But scarce had his knife
Extinguished his life,
In fact, he was shouting, "Hurrah,rT
When he felt himself struck by that crafty Kalmmuek
Mr. Ivrai Petroskey Skivar.
There's a grave in the land
Where the Blue Danube flows,
And above it in characters clear,
tf0h, stranger, forget not to pray for the soul-
Of Abdul the bull, Erair.TT
A Muscovte maiden
Her vigil doth keep,
By the light of her true lover's star,
And the n<amc that she murmurs so oft in her sleep
Is Ivan Petroskey Skivar.
HICKORY LIMB
Yttien Hoinie waltzed round on his hickory limb,
Hick, hick, hickory limb,
Mary says, Hoinie, you waltz on your peg
Almost as v/ell as you did on your leg.
So Heinie waltzed Tround on his hickory limb
Hick, hick, hickory limb.
The crowd all got sore, he made dents on the floor,
With his hick, hick, hickory limb.
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THiT'S WHERE MY MONEY GOES
That's where my money goes,
To dress my baby.
I buys her everything,
Ind keeps her in style,
Well, Well, well,
Shers worth her weight in gold;
My coal-black Venus--
Say, boys, thatfs where my money goes*
THE HAMBURG SHOW
We're going to the Hamburg show,
To see the elephant and the wild kangaroo
And we'll all stick together
In fair and stormy weather
For we're going to see the whole show through.
When we're going boys, etc.
i
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ADIEIT
There is a tavern in the town,
In the town,
And there my true love sits him down.
And. drinks his wine with laughter free
And never, never thinks of me.
Refrain:
Fare thee well, for I must leave thee,
Do not let this parting grieve thee,
For they tell me that the "best of friends must part,
Must part.
Adieu, adieu, kind friends
Adieu, adieu, adieu,
I can no longer stay with you,
Stay with you,
So, I'll hang my harp on a weeping willow tred
And may the world go well with thee.
He left me for a damsel dark, damsel dark,
Each Friday night they used to spark, used to spark,
And now my love once true to me
Takes that dark damsel on his knee.
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Oh, dig my grave wide and,deep;
Put tombstones at my head and feet;
And on my breast just carve a turtle dove
To signify I died of love.
ROLL THEM SOKES.
Roll them bones, roll them bones,
Roll them on the square.
Roll them on the sidewalks,
The streets, or anywhere;
Roll them in the morning;
Roll them in the night,
We'll roll those bones the whole night long,
While the cops are out of sight.
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THE POMMY DUM LIME
I111 toll you what that Dummy done
He left Ypsilaiiti at half-past one,
He left Ypsilanti at half-past one,
He never reached Ann Arbor until
the setting of the sun.
Chorus:
On'the dummy--on the dummy, dummy line
We'll ride and shine and pay our fine
•We'll ride and shine rand pay our fine
When riding on the dummy line—
the dummy-dum line.
The conductor swallowed a nickel one day
It drove him crazy, so they say,
I'll tell you what it's all about
He(s a nickel in and a nickel out.
Little Willie all dressed in sashes,
Fell on the fire and was burned to ashes
By and by the room grew chilly,
But nobody cared to stir up Willie.
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Two little girls all dressed in white,
Tried to go to heaven on a tail of a kite.
The kite string broke and dov/n they fell
Instead of going to heaven,
They went to hell.
Little Willie fell down the elevator,
There they found him six months later;
Held their nose and said "&ee-whiz,
What a spoiled child our Willie is.Tr
RUBINSTEIN
There was a man--named Rubinstein
Hung three red shirts — out on a line.
A harlem goat -- was feeling fine,
\4te those red shirts— right ofl the line.
Now Rubinstein got sore at that,
And tied that goat to a railroad traok.
This harlem goat - was doomed to die,
For the express— was passing by.
He gave three aw-ful groans of pain.
Coughed up those shirts -- and flagged the train.
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LEV5E SOHG
I had a girl, her mme was Grace
The devil take her pretty face,
She led me to the sad disgrace
Of working on the railroad*
Chorus:
I been wukkinT on de railroad
All de live-long day;
I heen wukkinf on de railroad
Ter pass de time away.
DoanT yuihhyah de whistle blowin?
Raise up so uiily in de in awn.
Doan1 yuh hyah de capTn shout in1,
"Dinah, blow yo ! hawn?"
Dinah, won't you go, Dinah won't you go,
Down on the banks of the O-h-it-o.
Dinah* wonTt you go, Dinah won't you go,
Down on the 0~h-i-&-.
How I love those Ittle yellow gals
How I love those lttle yellow gals
How I love those lttle yellow gals
Down on the O-h-i-o.
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Sing a song of city life, roll that cotton bale.
Nigger's nofer so happy as when he's out of jail,
Norfolk fo! its oyster shells,
Boston fo! its beans,
Charleston fo' its rice and cawn,
But fof niggers New Orleans.
Slide Kelley slide, for Casey's at the bat.
Down went Mc&inty. Where the hell'd you get that hat?
In the evening by the moonlight i
The best of friends must part
Little Annie Rooney is my sweetheart.
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CHIHG CHING A-LOIG
YJhen I was a student at Casey,
I played on my Spanish guitar,
It was there that I met a young lady,
And so .on I became popular.
Ching Ching A-Ling, Ching C^ing A-Ling
Fa-la-la-lee.
Sweet were the v/ords that she sang unto me,
Ching Ching a-Ling, Ching Ching-A-Ling
Fa-la-la-lee.
I played on my Spanish guitar.
?|y JjH 3jC **JC ***■ 2jw 3^C *|C P|C <J£
How do you do, Professor---,—
How do you do — how do you do,
Is there anything that we can
Do for yau,—do for you?
We'll do anything we can
We111 stick by you to a man
How do you do, Professor ---,—
How do you do.
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SALLY kl OUR ALLEY
I know her and she knows me,
For she lives down in our alley.
They call her La Belle Marie,
But her right name is Mellally,
Her French ways are all a bluff,
Shefs as French as Patty Duff
I wonder where in hell she gets that stuff,
She lives down in our alley.
I know her and she knows me,
For she lives down in our alley;
^hey call her La Belle Marie,
But her right name is MeNally.
Paris hat and Paris clothes;
High-heeled shoes and silken hose,
But why should she turn up her nose,
1Cause she lives down in our alloy.
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RAGTIIE COWBOY JOE
Out in Arizona where the bad men are,
And the only friend to guide you is the evening star,
The roughest, toughest guy by far is the ragtime Cowboy Joe.
He got his name from singing to the cows and sheep,
Every night they say he sings the herds to sleep
In a-basso rich and deep, crooning soft and low.
He always sings ragtime music to his cattle
As he swings, as he swings back and forth in his saddle,
On a horse, on a horse, that's a syncopated gaiter.
Such a funny meter to the roll of his repeater.
How they run, how they run, y/hen they hear the fellow1 s
gun.
For the western folks all know
Hofs a Hi-fluting; hoppin1, shootin'
sun-of-a-gun from Arizona
Ragtime Cowboy, Ragtime Cowboy, Ragtime Cowboy Joe.
THE COW-PUFCHER'S LALDENT
frOh, bury me not on the lone prairie,"
These words cane low and mournfully,
From the pallid lips of a youth who lay
On his dying cot at the close of day."
Chorus:
"Oh, bury Lie not on the lone prairie,
Where the coyotes howl so mournfully,
And the rattle snakes hiss and the winds blow free.
Oh, bury me not on the lone prairie."
Oh, I'd like to be in a mother1s care,
That a sister's tear might linger there-
Beware my friends, take warning, pray;
Don't leave your homes for the lone prairie.
By my father's bones let my grave be nigh,
In the old church yard, on the one hillside
Where my friends may come, and weep dter me.
Oh, bury me not on the lone prairie.
It matters not, so I've oft been told,
Where the body lies; where the heart grows cold
But grant, oh grant, this dying plea,
And bury me not on the lone prairie."
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Tr0h, bury me not", and his voice fell there,
But they gave no heed to his dying prayer.
In a narrow grave, just six "by three,
They buried him there on the lone prairie.
THE MODERN GIRL. (Tune: Old Gray Mare)
The Modern girl she ain!t what she used to be
Ain!t what she used to be—Ain't what she used to be,
The modern girl she ainTt what she used to be,
Many long years ago.
She wears stylish skirts and foxy silk hose
Paints her face and powders her nose,
But she wouldn't change places with the girl and her
Graces of,
Girl and her graces of--Girl and her graces of
But she -wouldn't change places with the girl and her graces
of
Many long years ago.
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CHAPARRAL SONG
In the land of Dolores where timber is tall,
There are also "brush patches thru which you must
erawl.
Some species are limber while others are stiff,
But all will fly back at your head with a biff.
Chorus:
Oh, my, gee ainlt it fine, to cruise all day long in
that
tall yellQw^JaJA§^/ >#>//
Oh, gee, it &i{*1jVov$ ov/eH, to cruise all day long in..
that a©4d chaparral.
!Eherefs the old Montezuma where there's blue brush
and oak,
Chinquapin dusty, - it sure is no joke.
We've wondered which kind is worst !till we're thin,
At last we've decided it's the kind that you're in.
■^•0 might; ride the saddle of a ridge, could v;e stick,
tpl1 we might spear our grub with the fork of a creek,
fta? use a river bed to sleep in - use sawdust for mush.
But we can't scrub our teeth on that,^i4 side hill brush.
I once met a ranger just outside my door,
Say1s he, "Where the hell, sir, have I seen you
before".
Says I# "Where'd you live when your home was in
hell",
Says he, "On that hill where it's all chaparral".
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JTow Sunday1 s for mending the clothes that we
rip,
And those that are dirty take a dip in the creek,
But the main job of the day that's pursued by us all,
Is to hunt for the ticks from that ai4 chaparral.
Oh, will-she come from the East, where the Broadway breezes
blow,
Or will she come from the North, from the land of ice and snow,
Or will she come from the heart of the west, there's where
the sun goes to rest.
Or will she come from the land of cotton, away down south?
3^im in jungle town a honeymoon is coming soon,
^mmx there'll be a serenade for a pretty monfcey maid,
jj^> i*i jungle land the chimpanzees sing in the trees,
She1!! be true to monkey doodle doo, way down in
jungle town-
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I'd like to be a friend of yours, M---And a little bit
more,
I!d like to be a pal of yours, M---And a little bit
more,
I'd like to bo a little flower growing round your door,
I'd like to give you•everything I've got M&^feand a little bit,
IX-—and a little bit, M---and a little bit more.
I'd like to have a birch canoe, M~—and a little bit nore,
I!d like to have a big round moon, M---and a little bit
more,
I'd like to have a girl like you, and I won't ask for
more,
For I'd have enough to satisfy me, M--and a little bit,
M.--and a little bit, M--and a little bit more.
Ifd like to buy you a house and lot, M——and a
little bit more,
Ifd like to buy your shoos and socks,
M---and a little bit more,
Ifd like to buy you a big go-cart, for one,
two, three, or
four,
And Ild have enough to satisfy me, M---and a
little bit,
1C-—and a little bit, M---and a little bit more.
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A&am was the first nan, that ever was invented.
He lived all alone and he never was contented.
All night long you could hear him moan,
Vn gettin1 mighty tired of livin' alone.
Chorus:
Believe the story, believe the story I'm tellin1 it to
you,
And you betcha life it's true,
It ain't no humbug; it ain't no humbug; it ain't no humbug,
Ifm a tellin' to you.
Along came Eve with a basket of fruit,
He winked at her, for she looked so cute.
He too£ two apples and they both ate one,
And that's just where the trouble begun.
Jonah was a mariner, so goes the Bible tale,
He crossed the rolling ocean on a trans-Atlantic whale,
\ In the belly of the whale, Jonah felt oppressed,
So Jonah pressed the button and the whale did the rest.
Chorus:
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David was a shepherd lad,a wiry little cuss,
Along comes Goliath, loolcing for a fuss,
David didn't want to fight, "but when he saw ho nust,
He picked up a pebble and he busted in his crust.
Chorus:
Satan was an angel before he went astray,
He cane hone drunk one night, fron a Hew York cabaret,
Couldn't find the keyhole, so he rang St. Peter1s
bell,
Old Pete looked out the window and shouted go to H____.
Chorus:
Sampson was a strong nan, so the story goes,
Got hinself a job with the Barnun Bailey shows,
But Delilah feared the cooties so she shaved off his dome.
Old Sonpson grew his wool again and busted up her hone.
Chorus:
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BAPTIST SUHDAY SCHOOL
Adam was the first no.n that ever was invented,
He lived all alone and never was contented
They made him out of mud in days gone by,
And hung him on the fence in the sun to dry.
Chorus—
Young folks, old folks, everybody come,
Join, the Baptist Sunday School;
You'll have lots of fun,
Please check your chewing gum and razors at the .do
And you'll hear some Bible stories that you never he
Along came Eve and they had a great battle,
Sfhe put him up a tree and he knocked down-an apple,
Ete knocked down two and they each ate one,
4*J& over since then the trouble has begun.
Along came Koah, stumbling in the dark,
Pound himself a hammer and built himself an Ark,
III came the animals two by two,—
The Hipojaxieramus and the Kil-kangaroo.
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In. cane the elephant, in cane the bear,
In cone the baboon without any hair;
Forty lays and forty nights they sailed upon the pond,
Hx>ah chucked the lioness out because she was a blonde.
Esau was a farrier of rude and hairy nakc,
His father gave hin a farn and help to brother Jake,•
But when he found the title to the farn wasn't clear,
He traded it to Jacob for a pretzel and a beer.
David was a shepherd lad, a plucky little cuss,
Along cane Goliath, looking for a fuss,
When he found he'd have to fight the nan or bust,
He picked up a cobble stone and beat hin on the crust.
Jonah was an innigrant as thin as any rail,
He cane across the ocean in a trans-Atlantic whale,
When he!d been there three days he began to feel
opressed,
So he pressed on the button and the whale did the rest.
Daniel was a wise nan, who wouldn't obey the king,
The king thot this was a very fanny thing,
So he .threw hin in the dungeon and the lions were beneath.
But Daniel was a dentist and he pulled the lion's teeth.
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Laniel in the lion's den, looking very sad,
For the lions had eaten all the clothes he ever had; •
But he fooled then in the end and it wasn't any bluff.
The lions couldn't eat Daniel because he was too tough.
Sanson was a strong nan of John L. Sullivan's school
Slew 50,000 Philistines with the Jaw-bone of a nule.
When he'd Icilled every guy that was in sight,
He stepped down to Joe's and proceeded to got tight.
King Solomon was very wiso—he ruled his people well;
He wrote a book of proverbs but I guess they didn't sell.
He was a dandy looker and I guess a Sunny Jin
To get the Q,ueen of Sheba to cone fussing after him.
ffow kind friends, we've given you all the dope,
Given you lots of pleasure and done you lots of good, we hope,
*Twas written by Methusulah when he was but a youth,
We have it fron the old boy and it's every worcL the truth.
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Eis feet lie still in the stoney trail
The dust on his ugly heal
Ifll pull ny paclc fron his scarred oil back
An! swear that I an glad he is dead-
Eefs leal at last oil Pedro1s dead
And I'n rid of his develtry
But I wish the world didn't somehow seen
So lonesome a place to ne.
Ee loved to sing when I wanted to $Xqq$
With his strenuous hynn of praise
He cut a ^ash in tJiQ qui vexing rx%v
That would&H &GrA u^ toy 3Ay*^
Just the sar.iQ his voice was haraji
Ee wasn't no flocking bird
T.o hear his ^ong, I would say 3,^ now
Was the sweet}qst I ever heard,*
Eere is the place on his "battened runp
Where I walloped hin witft a stomc
And here is |Jie plaqo whQ^e I raised his bark
With the U^ of a ^tqq4 pinon,.
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He earned thOW both, when he stale ny flour
And seattpypd py ruined pack
He earnpd ijiou tooth, the onery tfrief
But I wj^h X could tills,o then b^ojc.
His feet \i® sjtill in the stony trail
All ragg^l expound the edge
All "broils tvon hannering up tfaq path
And pounil^g across thq ledge,
Poor pat4§fl,1; feet, how nany a year
Youfve trended these steep highways
You've lapped and toiled, fop the man you served
A. curse an^ & blow for pay.
HeT s only a
\yorn out old
Jac^ I say
But this IH like to laxow
What is it chokes when I swallow hard
And hurts $y buson so
How isn't %t strange f how little raad weak
He looks to no ag he lies
In the roqjfy trail, OhTrdarn the (Just
How it getib in a fellerTs eyes*
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Irll canp to-night in a lonely place
Down on the Trinity
Where the whinpering Indian graveyard owls
Will sing in the Firs for ne.
Row I long for the bray of an oil Jack ass
When I near that Coyote wail
Galling his nate to the waiting feast
High up on the T lot trail.
Good-bye oil pari, I wish that you
Could listen an! hear ne tell
How I regret the million tines
I wishTt that you were in hell.
But that was never the heart that spoke
Sonetines I believe you loiew
And the heavenly fields, old faithful pari
Ain't any too good for you.
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When the Work is Done this Fall.
A jolly group of cowboys
Discussing plans at ease
One says IT11 tell you something, something if you
please.
You see I an a cowboy, dressed in almost rags.
I used to be a will one anl have taken on big jags.
I have a hone boys, anl a good one you know,
Tho I haven1t seen it since long, long years ago.
My mothers heart is breaking, breaking for me that's all
And with God's help IT11 sec her, when the work is
done this
■ fall.
That very sane night this cowboy, he went out on guird,
The night being darkened and storming very hard,
The cattle they got frightened and a wild and mad stampede,
And he in trying to check them, was riding at full speed.
'Riding in the darkness, so loudly he did shout,
He was doing his utmost to mill the herd about,
When his saddle horse stumbled and on him did fall,
And heTll not see his mother when the work is done this
fall.
.L^ai.—2*
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They picked hin up gently anl laid hin on his "bod,
Poor boy was broke up, they thought that he was dead,
Till he opened up his "blue eyes and gazed all around
And motioned to his comrades to sit near hin on the ground.
Pete you take xiy saddle, Joe, you take ny bed,
Fred, you take ny pistol after I an dead,
Think of no kindly as you gaze upon then all
For ITli not see ny mother when the work is done this
fall,
"Send her ny noney boys, ny wages that I've earned,
For I an afraid that ny last steer I've turned,
I7ii going to a new range, I hear ny Master's
call
And I'll not see ny mother when the work is done this fall.
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JUANITA.
My Juanita I nust leave you
I have cone to say farewell
They were standing near a ruin
Where the somber shadows fell.
You will niss no Al-0-ITio
For a day and then forget
In this parting kiss I give you
Juanita, your eyes are wot.
Crying-Why ny brave Juanita
Do not grieve because I go
ITn not worth it, thats a good girl
"But Senor I love you so.!T
love ne-Why of course Juanita
And I love you do not grieve
"But Oh Senor if you do love ne
You would never, never leave
Don!t be angry, Dulce Mio
Eow your cheeks like roses glow
And your dark eyes flash like jewels
Fairest naid in Mexico.
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I didn*t think a nil! flirtation
Would leave itTs impress on your heart
I return to wed a naidon
Of ray country, Vie aust part. •
One more kiss, 1*11 give you fifty
Round her fora his ams entwine
They were standing near the ruins
Almost hid by clustering v&ne
They have parted, now forever
Juanita leaves the place alone
In her eyes no tear drops glisten
Fron her heart all love has flown
In the aorning two vaqueros
Paused to rest there in the shade
For siesta sought the shelter
That the clustering foliage aale
For Dios cried one Vaqucro
As he pulled the vines apart
There lay un Americano
With a dagger in his heart.
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Tune: My Bonnie Lies oyer the Ocean
Last night as I lay on the prairie
And looked at the stars in the sky
I wonclerei if ever a cowboy
Would drift to that sweet bye and bye.
Oh! the road to that bright nistie region
Is a din narrow trail so they say
While the one that leads down to perdition
Is posted and blazed all the way.
For they tell of another great roundup
When cowboys like doggies will stand
And be cut by the riders of judgement
Who are posted and know every brand.
And Ifn afraid there will be nany a stray cowboy
Get lost at that great fiaal sale
When he nigit have gone into green pastures
Had he known of that din narrow trail.
For they like the cows that are locoed
Stampede at the sight of a hand
Get drug with a rope to the roundup
Or get narked with sone crooked nan*sbrand.
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For they tell of another great owner
Wliofs ne'er overstoclced so they say
Who can always nake roon for the cowboy
Who drifts from the straight narrow way.
And ITn afraid that I'll be a stray yearling
A. naverick unbranded on high
And get out in the bunch with the rustics
Yftien the boss of the riders go bye
For they say that ho never forgets you
That he knows every action and look
So for safety you better get branded
Get your nane in the big tally book.
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HEART OF THE PRAIRIE, MARY
Out on the wild and wooly prairies, not far from old
Pueblo town
There lived a little girl named Mary, "blue eyes and tresses
of brown
Unto her side there came a cowboy, He says please name our wel-
ding day
She drooped her he .id and whispered now boy.
And on the pony they rode away.'
They rode away, one summer day.
Pride of the prairie Mary my own
Hop up beside me ride to my home
My hearts been lasooed, no more I111 roam,
Pride of the prairie Mary.
Out on the prairie, day was breaking
And all was silent on the plain,
Unto his Mary he kept saying
"Tell me you love me again"
He held the bronco while she mounted,
He asked her "May I steal a kiss,"
He stole more than she ever counted,
He says, "I love you,"
He whispered this, and stole a kiss.
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Pride of the prairie, Mary, my own
Hop up beside me ride to my ho0e
My hearts been lasoood, no more I'll roam,
Pride of the prrdrie, Mary.
JOE MURPHY
Irm an old bachelor Joe Murphy!s my name
Living out west on a government claim
Living out west on a government claim
\-7here
theres nothing to lose or nothing to gun
Nothing to eat or nothing to wep.r
And nothing from nothing my harvest' is fair.
Cho« Hurrah for this country the land of the free
Home of the prairie dog, bedfeug and fleas•
Irll sing of its praises and tell of its fame
While living out west on a government claim.
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¥here houses are built fr ^m the natural sod
The walls are erect according to hod
The roof it is both natural and flat
And when it rains we are sure to get wot
Cho.
How happy I am to sleep in my bed
While the coyote will howl a time at my head
The gay centipede all harmless with fear
Crawls over my pillow and down into my ear.
Choi
Farewell you claim holders I hope you all stay
And chew on your hardtack till your toothless and gray
But for myself no longer remain
And starve to death' on a government claim
Farewell, you claim holders, farewell to the west,
Ifm going back east to the girl I love best,
Going back east to marry me a wife
And live on corn dodgers the rest of my life.
Cho.
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TO HELL AM) BACK AGAIN
There was a little farmer, who owned a large farm,
Fido-Fi-Did&le-Fi-Dum
There was a little farmer, who owned a large fa,rm, and
he had no stock for to carry it on, with his twice
Fido-Fido-Fi-Diddle~Fi-Dum
So he hitched up a pig the side of a cow
Fido-Fi-Diddle~Fi-Dum
He hitched up a pig the side of a cow, the sod he turned
over, the Devil knows how, with his twice
Fido, Fido, Fi, Diddle, Fi Dum
The Devil come over the field one day,
Fi'1o-Fi~Diddle Fi Dum
The Devil c;me over the fiold one day, says one of your
family I must take away with his twice,
Fido, Fido, Fi diddle, Fi dum
Surely then I am done,
.*'.;. Fido, Fi Diddle, Fi dum
Surely than I am done, the devil Ts come after my
oldest son,
with his twice, etc.
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It isn't your oldest son I crave, etc.
It isnTt your oldest son I crave, but your own clear
wife I
oust take -away with his twice, etc.
Y/e'll take her away with all your heart, etc.
We'll take her away with all your heart, and live together
and never part, with your twice, etc.
So he shouldered her all upon his back, etc.
So he shouldered her all upon his back, and v/emt off to Hell
just clickity clack, with his twice, etc. /
He carried her up to old Hellfs gate, etc.
He carried her up to old HellTs gate, and she killed
two
little devils with an old tin plate, with a twick, etc.
He carried her up two stories higher, etc.
He carried her up two'.&toSies higher, she pushed three little
devils right into the fire, with her twice, etc.
Four little devils came rattling achain etc.
Four little devils came rattling a chain, she jerked off her
slipper and knocked out their brain, with her twice, etc.
Two little devils creeped over the wall etc.
Two little devils creeped over the wall, said take her away
Papa she111 murder us all, v/ith her twice, etc.
So he shouldered her all upon his back, etc.
Sd he shouldered her all upon his back, and like an old fool
went lugging her back, with his twice, etc.
Surely the women are worse * than the men, etc.
Surely the women are worse than the men for they gc to Hell
and then come back again, with their twice, etc.