Ring-a-ring-a-roses

I remember my grandmother teaching me this one.

Source: Wikipedia

Ring-a-ring-a-roses,
A pocket full of posies;
ashes! ashes!
we all fall down.

Take a look at the Wikipedia page for a troubling plague interpretation of the song.

I found this version on YouTube and it made me smile:

And here is another version about Rosie (not roses) from Sponder Works:

Ring around the Rosie
(walk in a circle holding hands)
A pocket full of posies,
Ashes, ashes, we all fall down!
(drop to the floor)

Toora, Loora, Loora

Source: Baby Center

Toora, loora, loora
Toora, loora, li
Toora, loora, loora
Hush, now, don’t you cry
Ah,
Toora, loora, loora
Toora, loora, li
Toora, loora, loora
It’s an Irish lullaby

Over in Killarney, many years ago
My mother sang this song to me in tones so sweet and low
Just a simple little ditty in her good old Irish way
And I’d give the world if she could sing that song to me this day

Toora, loora, loora
Toora, loora, li
Toora, loora, loora
Hush, now, don’t you cry
Ah,
Toora, loora, loora
Toora, loora, li
Toora, loora, loora
It’s an Irish lullaby

Clementine

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.

She’ll be Comin’ Round the Mountain

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.

Oh! Susanna

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

Polly Wolly Doodle

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.

I’m My Own Grandpa

Haha. I love this song. Willie Nelson does a great version.

Source: Boy Scout Trail

Many, many years ago when I was 23,
I was married to a wider who was purty as can be.
This wider had a grown-up daughter who had hair of red
My father fell in love with her and soon they two were wed.

This made my dad my son-in-law and changed my very life
For my daughter was my mother cause she was my father’s wife
To complicate the matter even though it brought me joy,
I soon became the father of a bouncing baby boy.

I’m my own grandpa,
I’m my own grandpa
It sounds funny I know
But it really is so
I’m my own grandpa.

My little baby then became a brother-in-law to dad,
And so became my uncle though it made me very sad.
For, if he was my uncle, then that also made him brother
Of the wider’s grown-up daughter who, of course, was my step-mother.

My father’s wife then had a son who kept them on the run,
And he became my grandchild for he was my daughter’s son.
My wife is now my mother’s mother and it makes me blue
Because, although she is my wife, she’s my grandmother too.

I’m my own grandpa,
I’m my own grandpa
It sounds funny I know
But it really is so
I’m my own grandpa.

Oh, if my wife is my grandmother, then I’m her grandchild.
And every time I think of it, it nearly drives me wild
For now I have become the strangest case you ever saw
As husband of my own grandmother, I’m my own grandpa.

I’m my own grandpa,
I’m my own grandpa
It sounds funny I know
But it really is so
I’m my own grandpa.

From YouTube:

There’s a Hole in The Bucket

I love this song. 🙂 I think I first remember my mom singing this to me. You need to see both parts in a bit of a twang. I always thought that was fun.

But you know… I think we always sung it as:

There’s a Hole in the Bucket

Source: Boy Scout Trail

There’s a hole in my bucket,
dear Liza, dear Liza,
There’s a hole in my bucket,
dear Liza, a hole.

Well fix it, dear Henry,
dear Henry, dear Henry,
Well fix it, dear Henry, well fix it.

With what shall fix it, …
With straw, …

The straw is too long, …
Well cut it, …

With what shall I cut it, …
With an axe, …

The axe is too dull, …
Then sharpen it, …

With what shall I sharpen it, …
With a stone, …

The stone is too dry, …
Then wet it, …

With what shall I wet it, …
With water, …

In what shall I fetch it, …
With a bucket, …

But there’s a hole in my bucket, …!!!

Grand old Duke of York

Source: Boy Scout Trail

The Grand old Duke of York,
He had ten thousand men.
He marched them up the hill,
[Everyone stands up]
And marched them down again.
[Everyone sits down]
And when you’re up, you’re up;
[Everyone stands up]
And when you’re down, you’re down.
[Everyone sits down]
And when you’re only halfway up,
[Everyone crouch stand]
You’re neither up nor down!

On another site, Sponder Works, another slightly different is listed. It turns out The Duke wasn’t grand or old, he was noble.

The Noble Duke of York
He had ten thousand men
He marched them up
To the top of the hill
And he marched them down again

Oh, when you’re up you’re up
And when you’re down you’re down
And when you’re only half way up
You’re neither up nor down!

He marched them up to the left
He marched them up to the right
He marched them up to the top of the hill
And oh what a lovely sight

Oh, when you’re up you’re up
And when you’re down you’re down
And when you’re only half way up
You’re neither up nor down!

Alouette, Gentille Alouette

I read somewhere that this song was really about butchering up a chicken. Yikes.

Source: Kididdles

Alouette, gentille Alouette
Alouette je te plumerai
Alouette, gentille Alouette
Alouette je te plumerai
Je te plumerai la tête
Je te plumerai la tête
Et la tête, et la tête
Et la tête, et la tête
O-o-o-o-oh
Alouette, gentille Alouette
Alouette je te plumerai

Alouette, gentille Alouette
Alouette je te plumerai
Alouette, gentille Alouette
Alouette je te plumerai
Je te plumerai le nez
Je te plumerai le nez
Et le nez, et le nez
Et le nez, et le nez
O-o-o-o-oh
Alouette, gentille Alouette
Alouette je te plumerai

Alouette, gentille Alouette
Alouette je te plumerai
Alouette, gentille Alouette
Alouette je te plumerai
Je te plumerai les yeux
Je te plumerai les yeux
Et les yeux, et les yeux
Et les yeux, et les yeux
O-o-o-o-oh
Alouette, gentille Alouette
Alouette je te plumerai

Alouette, gentille Alouette
Alouette je te plumerai
Alouette, gentille Alouette
Alouette je te plumerai
Je te plumerai le cou
Je te plumerai le cou
Et le cou, et le cou
Et le cou, et le cou
O-o-o-o-oh
Alouette, gentille Alouette
Alouette je te plumerai

Alouette, gentille Alouette
Alouette je te plumerai
Alouette, gentille Alouette
Alouette je te plumerai
Je te plumerai les ailes
Je te plumerai les ailes
Et les ailes, et les ailes
Et les ailes, et les ailes
O-o-o-o-oh
Alouette, gentille Alouette
Alouette je te plumerai

Alouette, gentille Alouette
Alouette je te plumerai
Alouette, gentille Alouette
Alouette je te plumerai
Je te plumerai le dos
Je te plumerai le dos
Et le dos, et le dos
Et le dos, et le dos
O-o-o-o-oh
Alouette, gentille Alouette
Alouette je te plumerai

Alouette, gentille Alouette
Alouette je te plumerai
Alouette, gentille Alouette
Alouette je te plumerai
Je te plumerai les pattes
Je te plumerai les pattes
Et les pattes, et les pattes
Et les pattes, et les pattes
O-o-o-o-oh
Alouette, gentille Alouette
Alouette je te plumerai

Alouette, gentille Alouette
Alouette je te plumerai
Alouette, gentille Alouette
Alouette je te plumerai
Je te plumerai la queue
Je te plumerai la queue
Et la queue, et la queue
Et la queue, et la queue
O-o-o-o-oh
Alouette, gentille Alouette
Alouette je te plumerai

John Jacob Jingleheimer Schmidt

Source: Wikipedia

John Jacob Jingleheimer Schmidt,
His name is my name too.
Whenever we go out
The people always shout,
“There goes John Jacob Jingleheimer Schmidt.”
da, da, da, da, da, da, da
John Jacob Jingleheimer Schmidt,
His name is my name too… (repeat ad infinitum)

This is about the 5 video that I have put on here from this woman. Videos found on YouTube. I’m liking her happiness.

How Much is that Doggie in the Window?

Source: National Institutes of Health

How much is that doggie in the window? (arf! arf!)
The one with the waggley tail
How much is that doggie in the window? (arf! arf!)
I do hope that doggie’s for sale

I must take a trip to California
And leave my poor sweetheart alone
If he has a dog, he won’t be lonesome
And the doggie will have a good home

How much is that doggie in the window? (arf! arf!)
The one with the waggley tail
How much is that doggie in the window? (arf! arf!)
I do hope that doggie’s for sale

I read in the paper there are robbers (roof! roof!)
With flashlights that shine in the dark
My love needs a doggie to protect him
And scare them away with one bark

I don’t want a bunny or a kitty
I don’t want a parrot that talks
I don’t want a bowl of little fishies
He can’t take a goldfish for a walk

How much is that doggie in the window? (arf! arf!)
The one with the waggley tail
How much is that doggie in the window? (arf! arf!)
I do hope that doggie’s for sale
I do hope that doggie’s for sale