Songs for Kids
D2 - 01
Oh, I went down South to see my Sal
Singin’ Polly Wolly Doodle all day.
My Sal, she am a spunky gal
Fare thee well, fare thee well,
Fare thee well my fairy fay.
For I'm going to Lou'siana for to see my Susie Anna
Oh, a grasshopper sittin' on a railroad track
Singin’ Polly Wolly Doodle all day
Just pickin' his teeth, with a carpet tack
Singin’ Polly Wolly Doodle day.
Oh, pepsi-cola, is a drink
That looks like water and tastes like it
Behind the barn, down on my knees
I thought I heard a chicken sneeze
D2 - 02
Go tell Aunt Rhodie,
Go tell Aunt Rhodie
Her old gray goose is dead.
The one she's been saving,
The one she's been saving
To start her feather bed.
She died last Friday,
She died last Friday
A-standing on her head.
The goslings are weeping,
Because their mother's dead.
The gander is mourning,
Because his wife is dead.
D2 - 03
In Dublin's fair city
Where girls are so pretty
'Twas there I first met with
Sweet Molly Malone.
She drove a wheelbarrow
Through streets broad and narrow
Crying, "Cockles and mussels,
Alive, alive-o"
Alive, alive-o
She was a fishmonger
And that was no wonder,
Her father and mother
Were fishmongers, too.
They drove wheelbarrows
She died of the fever
And nothing could save her
And that was the end of
Poor Molly Malone
But her ghost drives her barrow
D2 - 04 ----------
My wife and I lived all alone
In a little log hut we called our own;
She loves gin and I love rum,
And don't we have a lot of fun!
Ha, ha, ha, hee, hee, hee,
Little brown jug, don't I love thee!
When I go to work on my farm
Little brown jug is under my arm;
I place it under a shady tree,
Little brown jug, 'tis you and me.
Oh, I’ve been and a little dogCrossed the creek on a hickory log,The log could break and we fell in, you bet! I hold the dog to my dog, dog, too.
D2 - 05
Oh,The old grey mare,She ain't what she used to beAin't what she used to be,Ain't what she used to beThe old grey mare,She ain't what she used to beMany long years ago.Many long years ago,Many long years ago,Oh, the old grey mare,She ain't what she used to beMany long years ago.
D2 - 06
There was a man, lived in the moon,
Lived in the moon, lived in the moon.
And his name was Aiken Drum.
And he played upon a ladle, a ladle, a ladle,
And he played upon a ladle,
And his hat was made of good cream cheese,Of good cream cheese, of good cream cheese,And his hat was made of good cream cheeseAnd his name was Aiken Drum.
And his coat was made of good roast beef,Of good roast beef, of good roast beef,And his coat was made of good roast beef,And his name was Aiken Drum.
And his pants were made of haggis bagsOf haggis bags, of haggis bagsAnd his pants were made of haggis bags,and his name was Aiken Drum.
D2 - 07
Winkum, winkum, shut your eyes, Sweet my baby's lullaby,For the dews are falling soft,Lights are flick'ring up aloft;And the moonlight's peeping over,yonder hilltop capped with clover.
Chickens long have gone to rest,
Birds lie snug within their nest,
And my birdie soon will be
Sleeping like a chickadee;
For with only half a try,
Winkum, Winkum shut your eyes.
D2 -08
Little boy blue,
Come blow your horn!
The sheep's in the meadow;
The cow's in the corn.
But where’s the boy
Who looks after the sheep?
He's under a haystack,
Fast asleep.
(Will you wake him?
No, not I,
For if I do,
He's sure to cry.)
D2 -09
Rock-a-bye, baby
On the treetop.
When the wind blows
The cradle will rock.
When the bough breaks
The cradle will fall
And down will come baby
Cradle and all.
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