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Bonny George Campbell
02:20
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Hie upone Highlands,
and lay upon tay.
Bonnie George Campbell
rode out on a day.
He saddled, and bridled,
so gallant rode he.
And hame cam his guid horse,
but never cam he.
Out cam his mother dear,
greeting fu sair.
Out cam his bonnie bryde,
riving her hair.
"The meadow lies green,
and the corn is unshorn.
The barn, it is empty,
the baby unborn!"
Saddled and bridled
and booted rode he,
A plume in his helmet,
a sword at his knee.
But toom cam his saddle
all bloody to see.
Oh, hame cam his guid horse,
but never cam he.
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2. |
The Bunny Run
03:43
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Well it’s Friday night and me shift is done,
I’m off into Barnsley for to have some fun,
I’ve got meself together and I feel ten ton,
So let’s get cracking on the bunny run.
2
I’ll ask our lass if I can borrow twenty pounds,
I’ll meet up with me mates and we’ll go round town,
We’ll drink and scrap and have a laugh,
I’m that excited nearly had a bath.
Chorus: Well It's Friday night ...
3
Drinking wi’ our lass is quite alright,
But it’s no bloody good on a Friday night,
So she goes wi’ her mates and I go wi’ mine,
That way we all have a real good time.
Chorus: Well It's Friday night ...
4
My idea of perfect heaven,
Is to start off wi’ a couple in the Number Seven,
A few in t’ Shakey and the Corner Pin,
Another in t’ Chennels if they’ll let us in!
Chorus: Well It's Friday night ...
5
Well I love to strut down Wellington Street,
Give some chat to the lasses that we meet,
They wear next to nothing and sometimes less,
Very much to me liking I must confess.
Chorus: Well It's Friday night ...
6
At half past eleven we get thrown out the pub,
It’s a big decision, a curry or a club,
Or maybe just get the last bus home,
No takers for that one, I should have known!
Chorus: Well It's Friday night ...
7
It’s three in the morning, there’s an aching in me head,
A churning in me belly as I lie here in me bed!
But it’s no good regretting the things I’ve done,
I’ll be out next week on the bunny run!
Chorus: Well It's Friday night ...
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3. |
The Ballad of Stagolee
03:28
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don't want your millions, Mister,
I don't want your diamond ring.
All I want is the right to live, Mister,
Give me back my job again.
Now, I don't want your Rolls-Royce, Mister,
I don't want your pleasure yacht.
All I want's just food for my babies,
Give to me my old job back.
We worked to build this country, Mister,
While you enjoyed a life of ease.
You've stolen all that we built, Mister,
Now our children starve and freeze.
So, I don't want your millions, Mister,
I don't want your diamond ring.
All I want is the right to live, Mister,
Give me back my job again.
Think me dumb if you wish, Mister,
Call me green, or blue, or red.
This one thing I sure know, Mister,
My hungry babies must be fed.
Take the two old parties, Mister,
No difference in them I can see.
But with a Farmer-Labor Party
We could set the people free.
So, I don't want your millions, Mister,
I don't want your diamond ring.
All I want is the right to live, Mister,
Give me back my job again.
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5. |
A Miner's Lifeguard
04:02
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6. |
Amelia Earhart
04:53
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AMELIA EARHART'S LAST FLIGHT
(Red River Dave McEnery)
A ship out on the ocean, just a speck against the sky,
Amelia Earhart flying that sad day;
With her partner, Captain Noonan, on the second of July
Her plane fell in the ocean, far away.
cho: There's a beautiful, beautiful field
Far away in a land that is fair.
Happy landings to you, Amelia Earhart
Farewell, first lady of the air.
She radioed position and she said that all was well,
Although the fuel within the tanks was low.
But they'd land on Howland Island to refuel her monoplane,
Then on their trip around the world they'd go.
Well, a half an hour later an SOS was heard,
The signal weak, but still her voice was brave.
Oh, in shark-infested waters her plane went down that night
In the blue Pacific to a watery grave.
Well, now you have heard my story of that awful tragedy,
We pray that she might fly home safe again.
Oh, in years to come though others blaze a trail across the sea,
We'll ne'er forget Amelia and her plane.
Chorus
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