Miss Lucy’s Playground Songs

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In Girl Scout camp, a counselor (I think her counselor name was Drako) taught us this song.

I remember the song starting with the following words:

I have not got a mansion
I haven’t any land
Not even a paper dollar
To crinkle in your hand
But I can bring you moon beams

It is a very pretty song.

This appears to be the correct version (Source: Lyrics Mania).

I may not have mansion, I haven’t any land
Not even a paper dollar to crinkle in my hands
But I can show you morning on a thousand hills
And kiss you and give you seven daffodils.

I do not have a fortune to buy you pretty things
But I can weave you moonbeams for necklaces and rings
And I can show you morning on a thousand hills
And kiss you and give you seven daffodils.

Oh, seven golden daffodils all shining in the sun
To light our way to evening when our day is done
And I will give music and a crust of bread
And a pillow of piny boughs to rest your head.

A pillow of piny boughs to rest your head…

We have all heard this part I think:

Mairzy doats and dozy doats and liddle lamzy divey
A kiddley divey too, wouldn’t you?
Mairzy doats and dozy doats and liddle lamzy divey
A kiddley divey too, wouldn’t you?

But this end part makes this song make much more sense.

If the words sound queer and funny to your ear, a little bit jumbled and jivey,
Sing “Mares eat oats and does eat oats and little lambs eat ivy.”

Wikipedia goes into the history of this song – in that it was composed in 1943 by Milton Drake, Al Hoffman and Jerry Livingston.

Bob Dylan does a great version of this song. 🙂

Source: Judy and David’s

Frog went a’ courtin’ he did ride, hmm (2x)
Frog went a’ courtin he did ride
Sword and his pistol by his side, hmm

Rode right up to Miss Mouse’s door, hmm (2x)
He rode right up to Miss Mouse’s door
Gave three raps and a very loud roar, hmm

Said he, “Miss Mouse are you within?”…
…”Yes kind sir I sit and spin”

He took Miss Moussie on his knee…
Said, “Miss Mouse will you marry me?”

“Without my Uncle Rat’s consent…”
“I wouldn’t marry the president”

Uncle Rat he laughed and shook his fat sides…
To think his niece would be a bride

Uncle Rat went a runnin’ down to town…
To buy his niece a wedding gown

Where shall the wedding supper be…
Way down yonder in a hollow tree

What shall the wedding supper be…
A fried mosquito and a black eyed pea

First to come in was a flying moth…
She laid out the table cloth

Next to come in, a juney bug…
A caryin’ a water jug

Next to come in was a bumberly bee
Set his fiddle on his knee

Next to come in was a broken-backed flea
A dancin’ a jig with the bumberly bee

Next to come in was Mrs. Cow
Tried to dance but didn’t know how

Next to come in was a little black tick
He ate so much it made him sick

Next to come in was Dr. Fly
Said Mr. Tick would surely die

Next to come was a big black snake
He ate up all the wedding cake

Next to come in was an old grey cat
She swallowed the rat and ate up the rat

Mr. Frog went a jumpin’ over the brook
A lily white duck came and swallowed him up

Little piece of corn bread lying on the shelf
If want any more you can sing it yourself

Source: Judy and David’s

In a cavern by a canyon excavating for a mine
Dwelt a miner, forty-niner, and his daughter Clementine

Oh my darling, oh my darling, oh my darling Clementine
You are lost and gone forever, dreadful sorry Clementine

She was light just like a fairy and her shoes were number nine
Herring boxes without topses sandals were for Clementine

Oh my darling…

Drove her ducklings to the water, every morning just at nine
Hit her foot against a splinter, fell into the foaming brine

Oh my darling…

Ruby lips above the water blowing bubbles soft and fine
But alas I was no swimmer so I lost my Clementine

Oh my darling, oh my darling, oh my darling Clementine
You are lost and gone forever, how I’ll miss you Clementine

According to Wikipedia, “Oh My Darling, Clementine is an American western folk ballad usually credited to Percy Montrose (1884), though sometimes to Barker Bradford.”

A couple other versions for you…

Source: National Institutes of Health

Original Version
In a cavern, in a canyon,
Excavating for a mine
Dwelt a miner forty niner,
And his darling Clementine.

Oh my darling, oh my darling,
Oh my darling, Clementine!
Thou art lost and gone forever
Dreadful sorry, Clementine

Light she was and like a fairy,
And her shoes were number nine,
Herring boxes, without topses,
Sandals were for Clementine.

Oh my darling, oh my darling,
Oh my darling, Clementine!
Thou art lost and gone forever
Dreadful sorry, Clementine

Drove she ducklings to the water
Ev’ry morning just at nine,
Hit her foot against a splinter,
Fell into the foaming brine.

Oh my darling, oh my darling,
Oh my darling, Clementine!
Thou art lost and gone forever
Dreadful sorry, Clementine

Ruby lips above the water,
Blowing bubbles, soft and fine,
But, alas, I was no swimmer,
So I lost my Clementine.

Oh my darling, oh my darling,
Oh my darling, Clementine!
Thou art lost and gone forever
Dreadful sorry, Clementine

How I missed her! How I missed her,
How I missed my Clementine,
But I kissed her little sister,
I forgot my Clementine.

Oh my darling, oh my darling,
Oh my darling, Clementine!
Thou art lost and gone forever
Dreadful sorry, Clementine

Children’s (or Scout’s) Version

In a cavern, in a canyon
Excavating for a mine
Lived a miner forty-niner
And his daughter, Clementine

Oh, my darling, oh, my darling
Oh, my darling Clementine
You are lost and gone forever
Dreadful sorry, Clementine

Light she was and like a fairy
And her shoes were number nine
Herring boxes without topses
Sandals were for Clementine

Oh, my darling, oh, my darling
Oh, my darling Clementine
You are lost and gone forever
Dreadful sorry, Clementine

Drove her ducklings to the water
Every morning just at nine
Hit her foot against a splinter
Fell into the foaming brine

Oh, my darling, oh, my darling
Oh, my darling Clementine
You are lost and gone forever
Dreadful sorry, Clementine

Ruby lips above the water
Blowing bubbles soft and fine
But, alas, I was no swimmer,
So I lost my Clementine

Oh, my darling, oh, my darling
Oh, my darling Clementine
You are lost and gone forever
Dreadful sorry, Clementine

Then the miner, forty-niner
Soon began to peak and pine
Thought he oughta join his daughter
Now he’s with his Clementine

Oh, my darling, oh, my darling
Oh, my darling Clementine
You are lost and gone forever
Dreadful sorry, Clementine

There’s a churchyard on the hillside
Where the flowers grow and twine
There grow roses, amongst the posies
Fertilized by Clementine

Oh, my darling, oh, my darling
Oh, my darling Clementine
You are lost and gone forever
Dreadful sorry, Clementine

In my dreams she still doth haunt me
Robed in garments soaked in brine
Though in life I used to hug her
Now she’s dead, I draw the line

Oh, my darling, oh, my darling
Oh, my darling Clementine
You are lost and gone forever
Dreadful sorry, Clementine

Now you kids [or Scouts] may learn the moral
Of this little tale of mine
Would have saved my Clementine

Oh, my darling, oh, my darling
Oh, my darling Clementine
You are lost and gone forever
Dreadful sorry, Clementine

How I missed her, how I missed her
How I missed my Clementine
Till I kissed her little sister
And forgot my Clementine

Oh, my darling, oh, my darling
Oh, my darling Clementine
You are lost and gone forever
Dreadful sorry, Clementine

Source: Boy Scout Trail

In a cavern, in a canyon, excavating for a mine,
Lived a miner, forty-niner, and his daughter Clementine.

Chorus:
Oh my darling, Oh my darling, Oh my darling Clementine,
You are lost and gone forever, dreadful sorry, Clementine.

Light she was, and like a fairy, and her shoes were number nine,
Herring boxes without topses, sandals were for Clementine.

Drove she ducklings to the water every morning just at nine,
Hit her foot against a splinter, fell into the foaming brine.

Ruby lips above the water, blowing bubbles soft and fine,
Alas for me! I was no swimmer, so I lost my Clementine.

In a churchyard near the canyon, where the myrtle does entwine,
There grow roses and other posies, fertilized by Clementine.

Then the miner, forty-niner, soon began to peak and pine,
Thought he oughter join his daughter, now he’s with his Clementine.

In my dreams she still does haunt me, robed in garments soaked in brine,
While in life I used to hug her, now she’s dead I draw the line.

How I missed her, how I missed her, how I missed my Clementine,
Until I kissed her little sister, and forgot my Clementine.

Now you Scouts all heed my warning in this tragic tale of mine,
Mouth-to-mouth resuscitation would have saved my Clementine.

Source: Songs for Scouts

She’ll be comin’ round the mountain when she comes (whoo whoo)
She’ll be comin’ round the mountain when she comes (whoo whoo)
She’ll be comin’ round the mountain
Blowin’ steam off like a fountain,
She’ll be comin’ round the mountain when she comes. (whoo whoo)
different verses:
1. She’ll be driving six white horses when she comes. (whoa there)
2. O, we’ll all go out to meet her when she comes. (hey babe!)
3. She’ll be wearing silk pajamas when she comes. (wolf whistle)
4. And we’ll wear our bright red woolies when she comes. (scratch, scratch)

Alternate. Source: Wikipedia

She’ll be coming ’round the mountain when she comes,
(when she comes).
She’ll be coming ’round the mountain when she comes,
(when she comes).
She’ll be coming ’round the mountain,
she’ll be coming ’round the mountain ,
She’ll be coming ’round the mountain when she comes.
(when she comes).

(The same structure is repeated with the following verses:)

She’ll be drivin’ six white horses when she comes, etc.

Oh we’ll all come out to meet her when she comes, etc.

We will kill the old red rooster when she comes, etc.

We’ll be havin’ chicken and dumplings when she comes, etc.

We’ll all be shoutin’ “Halleluja” when she comes, etc.

Source: Boy Scout Trail

I come from Alabama with my banjo on my knee.
I’m goin’ to Lousiana, 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, Susanna don’t you cry.

Chorus:
Oh! Susanna, oh don’t you cry for me.
I’m goin’ to Lousiana, my true love for to see.

I had a dream the other night, when everything was still.
I thought I saw Susanna a-comin’ down the hill.
The buckwheat cake was in her mouth, the tear was in her eye.
Says I, I’m comin’ from the South, Susanna don’t you cry.

Chorus

I soon will be in New Orleans, and then I’ll look all ’round.
And when I find Susanna, I’ll fall upon the ground.
But if I do not find her, this darkie’ll surely die
And when I’m dead and buried, Susanna don’t your cry.

Chorus

Source: Boy Scout Trail

Oh, I went down south for to see my Sal
Sing Polly wolly doodle all the day
Oh, my Sal she is a spunky girl
Sing Polly wolly doodle all the day.

Chorus:
Fare thee well, fare thee well
Fare thee well my fairy fay.
For I’m goin’ to Louisiana for to see my Susy-anna
Sing Polly wolly doodle all the day.

Oh, my Sal she is a maiden fair
Sing Polly wolly doodle all the day
With curly eyes and laughing hair
Sing Polly wolly doodle all the day.

I came to a river and couldn’t get across
Sing Polly wolly doodle all the day
I jumped on a gator and thought he was a hoss
Sing Polly wolly doodle all the day.

A grasshopper sitting on a railroad track
Sing Polly wolly doodle all the day
A picking his teeth with a carpet tack
Sing Polly wolly doodle all the day.


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